The Lion King 1½ (The Lion King 1 1/2) (The Lion King 1½)

I got to tell you, Timon.

That song always gets me right here.

Yeah, Pumbaa.

Well, enough of that.

Uh, Timon, what are you doing?

I'm fast forwarding to the part where we come in.

But you can't go out of order.

Au contraire, my porcine pal.

I've got the remote.

But everyone's going to get confused.

We got to go back to the beginning of the story.

We're not in the beginning of the story.

Yes, we were the whole time.

Yeah, but they don't know that.

Then why don't we tell them our story?

- Aah! - Aah!

Hey, I've got an idea.

Why don't we tell them our story?

Oh, I like the sound of that.

A little backstage tour.

Take them behind the scenes for a revealing and intimate look...

at the story within the story.

Because what they don't know is how we really were there...

even though they didn't know we were there, you know?

Couldn't have said it better myself.

So, does this mean we're going back to the beginning?

Oh, no, Pumbaa, no.

We're going way back...

to before the beginning.

Pride Rock.

So majestic.

So powerful.

So bizarrely named.

Pumbaa, how can a rock be proud?

It's a rock.

Well, I think it's because a pride...

is what they call a group of lions.

Oh, sure, the lions get Pride Rock.

And what about us meerkats?

Where I come from, we didn't have nothing to be proud of.

Why... ahem.

- Very nice. - Thanks.

But maybe it would be safer...

if I just show them where I came from.

Oh, boy! Do we get to see where you grew up?

Yeah, Pumbaa, but it ain't pretty.

Please remain seated while the camera is in motion.

Here we are.

From Pride Rock to the pit of shame.

We're so low on the food chain, we're underground.

But you don't have to take my word for it.

I'll just let my fellow meerkats do the talking.

Clear.

Timon! Excuse me.

Have you seen my son? Has he been through here?

Timon!

- Uncle Max? - Aah!

Uncle Max, relax. Have you seen Timon?

No, I haven't, and what a day it's been.

No fractures, no lacerations...

no concussions, contusions, or injuries of any sort.

As a matter of fact...

there's no sign of Timon's handiwork anywhere.

That would be...

Timon!

Heh heh heh.

Hey, everybody.

Ha ha. Nice work, Timon.

Way to go, tunnel klutz.

Who else could break a hole?

Four in one week... A new record.

Not again.

What? It's called a skylight.

Ho ho.

Wow. Isn't that creative?

A skylight. Oh.

Ha ha.

I'll just have a word with him.

I... I was just trying to shed a little light...

on our pathetic existence.

Timon, this can't go on.

Just this month, you've pulled down four walls...

and collapsed two tunnel exits.

We have to look after each other.

Our survival depends on it.

What's the point? All we do is dig...

so we can hide, and hide so we can dig.

I want to be where we don't have to dig tunnels...

and live with our heads stuck in the sand.

What's so bad about dreaming of a better home?

I want to show you something.

Look, Timon.

Go on, look.

Look out to the horizon...

past the trees...

over the grasslands.

Everything the light touches...

belongs to someone else.

Funny. I thought you were going...

a whole different direction with this.

What can I say? It's nature's design.

She's right. We're food for other animals...

a moveable feast...

feared by no one and eaten by all.

But when they die, they become the grass...

and we eat the grass, right?

Not exactly. We can't digest grass.

We're grass intolerant.

Okay, Max. Thank you.

You've been a big help.

- Meerkat... It's what's for dinner. - Thank you, Uncle Max.

Uhh.

I think Uncle Max dislodged one too many rocks with his skull.

But he's right, Timon.

Oh, I just know there's a way for you to fit in here.

Alright, who's on sentry duty?

That's it.

That's it... my son on sentry duty.

Timon the sentry.

Timon the sentry?

Why don't you save the hyenas the trouble...

and kill me now? Just kill me now.

He has a point.

All you have to do is watch for hyenas...

and yell if you see one.

Look at Iron Joe.

Don't close your eyes! Don't look away!

Somebody's gotta guard us!

Somebody's gotta protect us!

Well, now I'm convinced.

Listen, it's outside...

up in the breeze, under the wide open sky.

Isn't that what you want?

Or maybe you would rather have him go back on the digging crew.

No!

Good, then we all agree.

Timon, listen to Uncle Max.

He'll teach you everything you need to know.

And, honey, try to make this one work.

Scurry, sniff, flinch!

Scurry, sniff, flinch!

Scurry, sniff, flinch!

Good. Now...

what do we do if we see a hyena?

Scream, "Mommy"?

That's right, mister...

because the world out there is fraught with danger.

Fraught, I tell you!

Oh, boy. It's the fraught fest.

...rip us limb from limb.

Bravo, Uncle Max.

Way to sell it to the cheap seats.

Applaud now, sonny boy, but try clapping...

when you don't have any hands.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Huh.

I like the sound of that.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.