Timon & Pumbaa

"Yea, do I say to thee, villain.

"Hear the cry of Lightning Lard,

"the pig powerful.

Oink!"

Pumbaa, there you are. Listen, we got to get out of here.

Timon, wouldn't it be great to be a superhero?

Like my most favoritest comic book hero Lightning Lard, the pig powerful.

Well, you are a pig, but I wouldn't exactly use the word "powerful."

Now, the storm.

Yes, Timon, it was a storm that created Lightning Lard. See?

Once a mere mild-mannered hog.

He was struck by lightning and granted superpowers

to fight for good and nice things.

If I was Lightning Lard, I'd have super strength, super speed,

and a sixth sense of danger.

Wait. I'm sensing danger now.

Ouch.

Pumbaa, are you okay?

Uhh! I feel, uh, different, Timon.

In fact, I feel... super.

I've been struck by lightning, just like Lightning Lard.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

I... I... I've been chosen, Timon.

Pumbaa is no more!

I am Lightning Lard, the pig powerful.

Pumbaa, you've just had a very traumatic event,

what with a lightning bolt going through your noggin and all.

I hate to break it to you,

but you're not lightning lard any more than I am,

and do I look like a superhero to you?

Hmm.

No.

- Ooh, hey, that tickles. - Stop it.

You, my small friend, look like a sidekick.

I, Lightning Lard, deem thee Timon, the Boy Furry.

No, no, no. I don't want to be a sidekick.

My sixth sense of danger summons us.

Prepare for battle.

Pumbaa, I'm not doing this.

Hearken, Boy Furry.

My sixth sense of danger is never wrong.

You better go save that bear.

Worry not, baby bear,

for Lightning Lard and the Boy Furry are here.

When trouble comes calling, we disconnect it.

Toll free.

Uh, wait. That catch phrase doesn't quite work.

You're telling me.

How about, here I am to rescue you from the danger that threatens you

and makes you feel unsafe and not happy.

- No, hmm, let's see. - The bear! The bear!

I'm going to hate myself for this.

Whew!

Can you keep it down? I'm trying to be heroic over here.

"Leave everything to moi ." no.

"I am vengeance. I am the night."

Ah, safe and sound.

Ohh.

Baby. Oh, my baby.

You saved my baby. Oh, you brave hero.

'It was nothing, madam.

I leap into danger as I would a pair of pajamas.

Ooh, nice catch phrase, too.

Bye-bye.

I've done it again, eh, Boy Furry?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it right there.

I did it, and let me say I'm not doing it again.

My sixth sense of danger strikes nigh.

This calls for my superior strength and super speed,

perhaps one of my many fighting styles.

- Best warm up first. - Huh?

We got to save the baby bear, Pumbaa. Suppose I get a cramp, hmm?

Not very heroic.

Two, three, four, duh.

Gotcha.

Ooh.

This time I better at least get credit for saving you, sidekick or not.

I'm not letting go of you no matter where you bite me.

Oh.

I'm still not letting go.

Not to worry, baby bear.

I have warmed up and can save you again.

Hey, w...

Oh, my baby.

You hero. You've done it again.

Ooh.

Look at you. So heroic and in shape.

Yes, madam.

Stretching is an important part of being a superhero.

Thank you again.

So long, citizens. Be safe.

Oh, what are you doing down there, Boy Furry?

You just missed me in the middle of yet another righteous deed.

If I do say so myself, Lightning Lard was in top form.

You are not Lightning Lard. You are not even a superhero.

You're a hopeless, dense warthog who hasn't done one superhero feat.

But the lightning... fried your tiny brain.

Y-You mean that I'm just plain old warthog?

Give that pig a brownie. He's getting a clue.

Hey, listen, even if you're not Lightning Lard,

I think you're, uh, you know, okay.

I don't care.

Aah!

Help me, Pumbaa. I don't know how to swim.

You don't need me to help you. I'm not Lightning Lard.

Ooh. Aah! Pumbaa, you got to save me.

I'm being attacked by a carnivorous plant.

Oh, forget it. I'm nothing but a useless hog.

Pumbaa, the storm is coming back this way,

and the baby bear's heading right into it.

Don't look at me. I can't help you.

How did I get myself into this mess?

Whoa!

Oh.

Ow. Help! Pumbaa, I need you!

Help!

Why would anyone need plain old Pumbaa?

You're right. Maybe Pumbaa can't help,

- but Lightning Lard could. - Huh?

If only lightning lard were nearby,

then he'd help his sidekick, oy, Timon, the Boy Furry.

Whoa!

Someone called for Lightning Lard?

You could say that.

You mean you really think I am a superhero?

Yes. Aah.

- Really? - Yes!

Really?

Who could ever doubt that you, Pumbaa, are indeed

the one, the only Lightning Lard?

Now save us!

Hang tight, old chum.

I am Lightning Lard, the pig powerful.

Hear my oink.

Oh. How, my dear lightning lard? How ever can I repay you?

You're a wonder.

Mom-mom.

Ma'am, I wasn't the only hero.

The Boy Furry here also deserves a reward.

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Viva Las Vegas! A city filled with easy money

and more grub than you could find under a log.

What more could you ask for, Pumbaa?

Uh, I don't know, Timon.