Timon & Pumbaa

Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy!

This is it, Timon. This is the spot!

Pumbaa, are you absotively,

101% posilutely sure about this?

You betcharoonie.

Because every time you pick our napping spot,

something goes horribly wrong.

I'm sure nothing will go wrong.

Well, okay then.

I guess this spot'll do.

Yay.

Say, what's the big idea?

Huh?

Timon, where ya going?

Pumbaa, you've done it again.

I think maybe we've actually,

finally landed somewhere.

Holmes, you're a genius.

Now come on, let's get out of this cruddy napping spot

before something else goes wrong.

And now what do you have to say about the napping spot I picked,

Mr. Negative?

I only have one thing to say...

Last one in is a rotten stink bug!

Can we help you?

I, concierge quint,

the most accommodating luggage-hauling, tip-loving hotel manager

in all of vacation paradise, have determined that

you two are not guests in my hotel.

You were right, Timon.

Every time I pick the napping spot,

something does go horribly, badly, awfully wrong.

I must be the worstest napping spot picker ever.

But not this time, old pal.

This time, you picked the bestest best napping spot

in the whole wide world.

I did?

Yes, you did.

So, now all you have to do is figure out a way

to sneak past the overgrown bellboy and get back inside.

And that is exactly what I am going to do.

Eh, Timon, could you maybe do the figuring out

how to sneak past the overgrown bellboy and get back inside part?

Oy.

Did you say something?

Well, not exactly. Tee-hee.

Hmm, concierge smells a malodorous odor.

Eww.

Ta-da!

Which door, Timon? Which door? Which door? Which door?

None of them, Pumbaa.

Then what are we gonna do?

Pardon, did you by chance

see a meerkat and warthog come this way?

Eh, yes. We... uh, I mean I,

a normal human hotel guest, saw them.

They, uh, just went in here.

Appreciation.

Huh!

Now what do we do, Timon?

Don't worry, Pumbaa.

That overgrown bellboy is no match for my superior meerkat intellect.

Yeah, boy, am I clever!

Trespassment.

Ahem.

We are here for the seminar.

Apologies.

Humph, don't let it happen again.

What?

Timon, maybe we should just pick ourselves

another napping spot.

No! No! No!

You picked the bestest best napping spot in the whole wide world, Pumbaa.

And I am going to make sure we get back up there!

You've got toilet plunger things on your feet, Timon.

Now, you do too.

Obtainment.

Listen, tweedledee, you can keep throwing us out,

but we'll just keep coming back.

This is our napping spot. Humph!

Accommodation.

If you two want to be guests, you will be treated as such.

Your bill, sirs.

Uh, Timon, our napping spot has never cost us anything before, has it?

No, it hasn't, Pumbaa.

So, uh, how are we gonna pay for this?

The same way we pay for everything, g-o-d.

Uh, what's that stand for?

Get outta dodge!

Interception.

You don't leave until you pay.

Ha ha ha!

Huh?

I'm falling.

What a mook.

Painfulness.

That's it, no more taking turns.