The Lion King (2019 film)/Transcript

Scene #01: Pride Rock

Rafiki: Nants ingonyama bagithi baba

Chorus: Sithi uhhmm ingonyama  (Rafiki: Yeah, ingonyama)

Rafiki: Nants ingonyama ba-bagithi babo, he-he, ma

Chorus: Sithi uhhmm ingonyama

Rafiki: Ingonyama

Chorus: Ingonyama

Rafiki: Siyo nqoba

Chorus: Ingonyama

Rafiki: Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Chorus: Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Rafiki: From the day we arrive on the planet

And blinking, step into the sun

There's more to see than can ever be seen

More to do than can ever be done

There's far too much to take in here

More to find than can ever be found

But the sun rolling high, through the sapphire sky

Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the circle of life

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle

The circle of life

Rafiki/Zazu/Mufasa/Sarabi/Chorus: It's the circle of life

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle

The circle of life (BOOM!)

Scene #02: Scar's Cave

Scar: Life's not fair, is it? You see, I––well, I shall never be king.

And you, shall never see the light of another day. Adieu…?

Zazu: SCAR!! Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?

Scar: What do you want?

Zazu: I'm here to announce that king Mufasa and queen Sarabi is on his way.

So, you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremonial this morning.

Scar: Oh, now look, Zazu. You've made me lose my lunch.

Zazu: Hah! You'll lose more than that when the king gets queen through with you.

Well, here's their royalty announcement king Mufasa is thinking about here.

Hmm… he's Mufasa is mad as a––hippopotamus with the hernia!

Scar: Ooh, I quiver with FEAR.

Zazu: (acting like a hippopotamus) Now, Scar! Don't look at me that way! Help!

Mufasa: Scar!

Scar: Mmm-hmm-hmm?

Mufasa: Drop him.

Zazu: Impeccable timing, your majesty. Eyyyccccchhh.

Scar: Why, if it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners?

Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.

Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful! It must have slipped my mind.

Zazu: Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother,

you should have been first in line!

Scar: Well, I was first in line––until the little hairball was born.

Mufasa: That "hairball" is my son, and your future king.

Scar: Ohh, I shall practice my curtsy.

Mufasa (warning): Don't turn your back on me, Scar!

Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps, you shouldn't turn your back on me!

Mufasa: (roaring loudest angry-mad) Is that a challenge?!?!?!!!

Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't DREAM of challenging you.

Zazu: Pity! Why not?

Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I've got the lion's share.

But, when it comes to brute strength––

and I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.

Zazu: (sighs) There's one in every familiar, sire. Two in mine, actually.

And they always manage to ruin special occasions.

Mufasa: What am I going to do with him? Is anything wrong?

Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw rug they called her––

Mufasa: Zazu!

Zazu: And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and BEAT him. (Mufasa's chuckles.)

Scene #03: Rafiki's Tree

Rafiki: Oh, boy. (Rafiki's talking Xhosa/Zulu/Swahili languages translated with word named "Simba",

Rafiki's speaking in native different languages.) Did you back any since? Let's do it painting Simba today.

Painting Simba today, please? Okay, let me get this straight, trust old Rafiki here! (Rafiki's loudest-fastest

talking Xhosa/Zulu/Swahili languages translated with word named "Simba", Rafiki's speaking in native

different languages rapids again.) SO! Do you understand? Never mind, okay! Let's do it now, okay, all righty!

Ah-hah! Hmm… Ah-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh. Oh, yes, it is. So, would you look at that? Simba! (chuckles)

Scene #04: Pride Rock

Young Simba: Dad! Dad! Come on, Dad, we gotta go. Wake up! Sorry, Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad…

Sarabi: Your son, is awake.

Mufasa: Before sunrise, he's your son.

Young Simba: Dad! Dad! Come on, Dad! Dad––Whoa! Hey, you promised!

Mufasa: Okay, okay. I'm up, I'm up.

Young Simba: Yeah!

Mufasa: Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.

Young Simba: Wow.

Mufasa: A king's time as ruler, rises and falls like the sun.

One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here,

and will rise with you as the new king.

Young Simba: And this will all be mine?

Mufasa: Everything.

Young Simba: Everything the light touches. But, what about that shadowy placed from their distances?

Mufasa: That's beyond our borders. You must never go there, Simba.

Young Simba: But, I thought a king can do whatever he wants.

Mufasa: Oh, there's a lot more to being king, than getting your way all the time.

Young Simba: There's more, Mufasa?

Mufasa: Simba… look!

Mufasa: I know you. What do you think, Simba?

Everything you see exists together, in a delicate balances.

As king, you will need to understand that balance,

because and the respect all of the creatures––

from the crawling ant, to the leaping antelope.

Young Simba: But, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?

Mufasa: Yes, Simba, but let me explains.

When we die, our bodies become the grass.

And the antelope eat the grass.

And so, we are all connected in the great circle of life continues.

Scene #05: Pride Lands

Zazu: Good morning, sire!

Mufasa: Good morning, Zazu.

Zazu: HALT! Checking in––with the morning report!

Mufasa: Far away.

Zazu: I'll go look for him. I'd do it for nothing! (laughing loudly) Hmph!!!

Well, the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot?

Mufasa: Oh, really?

Zazu: And the baboons are going ape over this. Of course, the giraffes are acting like they're above it all.

In the tick birds are pecking on the elephants. When I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't?

Mufasa: Zazu, would you turn around?

Zazu: Yes, sire. The cheetahs are hard up, but I always say, cheetahs never prosper, what's going on?

Mufasa: A pouncing lesson.

Zazu: Oh, very good. Pouncing. Pouncing?!? Oh, no, sire, you can't be serious.

Oh, this is so humiliating. Now, what are you telling him, Mufasa?

Mufasa? Simba? Right?! Okay! (clears throat)

Mufasa: Okay, now. What are you doing, son?

Young Simba: Pouncing.

Mufasa: Let an old pro show you how it's done. Let me get this straight, Simba.

Okay, all righty then, stay low to the ground.

Young Simba: Oh, okay, stay low to the ground, right, yeah?

Mufasa: Quiet! Shh, try not to make a sound.

Zazu: Wait a minute! Hold on a second, hold on! Okay! What happened that time to you, Simba and Mufasa?

Okay, let's count to three in English, Young Simba's jumped pouncing lesson called him "England".

Okay, ready? Here we go! One… two… three! (squawks)

Mufasa: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…

Young Simba: Gotcha!!

Zazu: What are you two looking at?

Young Simba: Huh!

Mufasa: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. That's very good. Ha-ha-ha…

Gopher: Zazu!

Zazu: Yes?

Gopher: Sir. News from the underground.

Young Simba: And––you're not offended, your excellency?

Mufasa: Now, this time…

Zazu: Sire! Hyenas! In the Pride Lands!

Mufasa: Zazu, take Simba home.

Young Simba: Ohh, Dad, can't I come?

Mufasa: No, son. This way!

Young Simba: Then, I never get to go anywhere.

Zazu: Oh, young master, one day you will be king.

Then, you can chase those slobbering mangy stupid poachers from dawn until dusk.

Scene #06: Scar's Cave

Young Simba: Hey, uncle Scar! Guess what?

Scar: I despise guessing games.

Young Simba: I'm gonna be king of Pride Rock.

Scar: Oh, good!

Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom, and I'm gonna rule it all. Heh-heh.

Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.

Young Simba: Hey, uncle Scar? When I'm king, what will that make you?

Scar: A monkey's uncle.

Young Simba: Heh-heh, you're so weird.

Scar: You have NO idea. So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?

Young Simba: Everything.

Scar: Then, he didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern borders…?

Young Simba: Well, no. He said, "I can't go there."

Scar: And he's absolutely right. It's far too dangerous. After all, only the bravest of lions go there.

Young Simba: Well, I'm brave! What's out there?

Scar: No, I'm sorry, Simba. I just can't tell you.

Young Simba: Why not?

Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm looking out for the well-being of my favorite nephew.

Young Simba: Yeah, right, I'm your only best nephew.

Scar: All of the more reason for me to be protective. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince. Oops!

Young Simba: An elephant graveyard what? Whoa!

Scar: Oh, dear, I've said too much! Well, I supposed you'd have found out sooner or later, you being SO clever and all.

Oh, just do me one little favor. Promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place.

Young Simba: No problem.

Scar: There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember,

it's our little secret.

Young Simba: But hadn't uncle Scar said that only the bravest of lions dared adventure there?

Hmm… Wouldn't Dad be proud of such a brave "The Lion King" cub named Simba? Hmph!

Scene #07: Pride Lands

Young Simba: Hey, Nala.

Young Nala: Hi, Simba.

Young Simba: Come on, I just heard about this great place. Can Nala and I go?

Young Nala: Simba! I'm kind of in the middle of a bath.

Sarabi: And it's time for yours.

Young Simba: Hey, Sarabi! Don't even think about it, Sarabi! It's incredible! This is intrude!

That's dreadful! It's too dirty in my hair or a medieval mess with up your head! Okay, okay, I'm cleaned. Can I go now?

Young Nala: So, where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb.

Young Simba: No, it's really cool.

Sarabi: So, where is this "really cool" place? Simba?

Young Simba: Oh. Hey, Mom? It's, uh––near to far around the water hole!

Young Nala: The water hole? What's so great about the water hole?

Young Simba: I'll show you when we get there. He'll spoiled everything!

Young Nala: Oh. Uh––uh––uh––Mom? Can I go with Simba?

Sarafina: Hmm… what do you think, Sarabi?

Sarabi: Well…

Young Simba/Young Nala: Please???

Sarabi: It's all right with me…

Young Simba: All right!

Young Nala: Yeah!

Sarabi: …As long as Zazu goes with you.

Young Simba: NO! Not Zazu.

Scene #08: Water Hole

Zazu: Step lively, the sooner we get to the water hole, but the sooner we can leave.

We're going to the water hole play area in my land right now.

Young Nala: So, where are we really going?

Young Simba: I'm gonna be an elephant graveyard.

Young Nala: Wow!

Young Simba: Shh! Zazu.

Young Nala: Right. So, how are we gonna ditch the dodo?

Young Simba: Oh, I know how we can––

Zazu: Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the African savannah.

Your parents will be thrilled––what would your being betrothed and all.

Young Simba: Be-what?

Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.

Young Nala: Meaning…?

Zazu: One day, you two are going to be married!

Young Simba: Yuck!

Young Nala: Eww!

Young Simba: I can't marry her, she's my best friend.

Young Nala: Yeah, it'd be too weird.

Zazu: Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle-doves have no choice.

It's a tradition, marry her, forget it, going back generations.

Young Simba: Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.

Zazu: Not so long as I'm around. I'm not going to the coastline!

Young Simba: Well, in that case, you're fired.

Zazu: Hmm… Nice try, but only the king can do that.

Young Nala: Well, he's the future kingdom.

Young Simba: Yeah. So, you have to do what I tell you.

Zazu: Not yet, I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be

a pretty pathetic royal vizier grand version future the lion king indeed.

Young Simba: Hmph. Not the way I see it.

Zazu: (squawks) Wait, wait, wait! Just hold on a second, hold on! Only accidents here about it!

Wait a second for their bills? Here we go! (loudly squawks)

Young Simba: I'm gonna be a mighty king

So enemies beware!

Zazu: Well, I've never seen a king of beasts

With quite so little hair

Young Simba: I'm gonna be the mane event

Like no king was before

I'm brushing up, on looking down

I'm working on my roar!

Zazu: Thus, far a rather, uninspiring thing

Young Simba: Oh, I just can't wait to be king!

Zazu: You've rather, a long way to go, young master, if you think…?

Young Simba: No one saying do this

Zazu: Now when I said that, I––

Young Nala: No one saying be there

Zazu: What I meant was––

Young Simba: No one saying stop that

Zazu: Look, what you don't realize––

Young Simba/Young Nala: No one saying see here

Zazu: Now, see here!

Young Simba: Free to run around all day

Zazu: Well, that's definitely out.

Young Simba: Free to do it all my way!

Zazu: (loudest arguing) I think it's time that you and I

Arranged a heart-to-heart

Young Simba: Kings don't need advice

From little hornbills for a start

Zazu: If this is where the monarchy

Is headed count me out

Out of service, out of Africa

I wouldn't hang about! (squawks)

This child is getting wildly out of wing

Young Simba: Oh, I just can't wait to be king!

Zazu: Get out of here! Then, taught about the shout! Whoa-oh! Ow-ow-ow! (Crash!) Oh!

Young Simba: Everybody look left

Everybody look right

Everywhere you look, I'm

Standing in the spotlight

Zazu: Not yet!

Young Simba/Young Nala/Chorus: Let every creature go for broke and sing

Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing

It's gonna be king Simba's finest fling

Oh, I just can't wait to be king!

Oh, I just can't wait to be king!

Oh, I just can't wait… to be king!

Zazu: I beg your pardon, madam, but––GET OFF! Where is it? Simba?! Nala?! Where are you?!?!? Hello? Anybody? I'm just going to the eureka evilly elephant graveyard coming right now! Everything coming back together! Ugh!!!!!

Scene #09: Elephant Graveyard

Young Simba: All right, it's worked!

Young Nala: We lost Zazu!

Young Simba: I––am a genius.

Young Nala: Hey, genius, it was my idea.

Young Simba: Yes, but I pulled it off?

Young Nala: With me?

Young Simba: Oh, yeah? Rrarr!

Young Nala: Hah! Pinned you.

Young Simba: Hey, let me up. Rrawrr!!!!

Young Nala: Pinned you again.

Young Simba: This is it, we made it.

Young Simba/Young Nala: Whoa!!!

Young Nala: It's really creepy.

Young Simba: Yeah… isn't it great?

Young Nala: We could get in big trouble.

Young Simba: I know, huh!

Young Nala: Well, I say, I wonder if it's brains are still in there from the elephant graveyard to come out here, anyway?

Young Simba: BUT… There's only one way to know. Come on, Zazu. Let's go check it out!

Zazu: WRONG!!! The only checking out you will do will be to check out of here.

Young Simba: Aww, man!

Zazu: This is we're way beyond the boundary of the Pride Lands.

Young Simba: Huh, look! Banana beak is scared! Heh?

Zazu: That's Mr. Banana beak to you, fuzzy. And right now we're all in very real danger!

Young Simba: Danger! Hah! I walk on the wild side anywhere. I will laugh in the face of the dangerous hyenas! HA-HA-HA-HA!

Shenzi: Well, well, well, Banzai. What have we got here?

Banzai: Hmm… I don't know, Shenzi. Uh––what do you think, Ed?

Ed: (crazy laughter)

Banzai: Yeah, just what I was thinking. The trio's of trespassers!

Zazu: And quite by accident, let me assure you. A simple navigational error!

Shenzi: Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait. I know you. You're Mufasa's little stooge!

Zazu: I, madam, am the king's majordomo bird? What-what?

Shenzi: I'm the Zazu prince that king's majordomo hornbill-bird of a sizes? (all six laughing loudly)

Banzai: And that would makes you?

Young Simba: The style-future's wild-kingdom.

Shenzi: Do you know what we do to kings who stepping out of their kingdom welcome up here?

Young Simba: Huh. You can't do anything to me.

Zazu: Uhh––Technically, they can. We are on their land.

Young Simba: But, Zazu, you told me they're nothing but slobbering mangy stupid poachers.

Zazu: Ix-nay on the upid-stay––

Shenzi/Banzai: Who you calling "upid-stay"?!?!?

Zazu: My-my-my. Look at the sun, it's time to go! Not so fast!

Shenzi: What's the hurry? We'd love you to kingly hyenas looked sticks out of their bones around for dinner.

Banzai: Yeah! We could have whatever's––lion around! Get it? Lion around?

Shenzi: Oh, wait, wait, wait. I got one, I got one. Make mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha think?

Zazu: Mufasa says to the three evil hyenas, "Hey, fella, what the longer face?"

Ed: Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh…

Shenzi: What? Ed? What is it?

Banzai: Hey! Did we order this dinner to go?

Shenzi: No! Why?

Banzai: 'Cause, there it goes!

Young Nala: Did we lose them?

Young Simba: I don't think so. Where's Zazu?

Banzai: So, the little majordomo bird hippity-hopped and all the way to the explosion Zazu birdie-boiler.

Zazu: Oh, no! Not the Zazu explosion turn the "fire" on in the birdie-boiler! WHOA!!!!

Young Simba: Hey! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?

Shenzi: Like… you?

Young Simba: Oops!

Shenzi/Banzai/Ed: BOO!!!

Young Nala: Simba! Aaaaieee!

Shenzi: Look, boys! A king fit for a meal! He's not coming.

Young Simba/Young Nala/Zazu/Shenzi/Banzai/Ed: WALK!!!!!!! RISE!!!!! Oh, no! (BANG!)

Banzai: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty––

Young Simba: (loudly growling)

Shenzi: Ooh-hoo, that was it? Hah! Do it again, come on, let's do it.

Young Simba: (loudest imitated Mufasa's roaring)

Zazu: MUFASA!!! (shrieks)

Shenzi/Banzai/Ed: Uh-huh?!

Shenzi: Oh, please, please, uncle, uncle.

Banzai: Ow! Ow! Ow!

Mufasa: SILENCE!!

Banzai: Oh, we're gonna shut up right now.

Shenzi: Calm down, we're really sorry.

Mufasa: If you don't ever come near my son again…?

Shenzi: Oh, this is––this is your son?

Banzai: Oh, your son? What?

Shenzi: Did you know that?

Banzai: No! Me? I-I-I-I-I didn't know it. No! Did you?

Shenzi: No! Of course not.

Banzai: No.

Shenzi/Banzai: Ed???

Mufasa: (loudest roaring)

Shenzi/Banzai/Ed: Toodles!

Young Simba: Dad, I––

Mufasa: You deliberately disobeyed me.

Young Simba: Dad, I'm––I'm sorry.

Mufasa: Let's go home.

Young Nala: Well, I thought you we're very brave.

Scene #10: Pride Lands

Mufasa: Zazu?!?

Zazu: Yes, sire?

Mufasa: Take Nala home. I have got to teach my son their lesson.

Zazu: Come, Nala. Simba… good luck! (moaning)

Mufasa: Simba!! Simba, I'm very disappointed in you.

Young Simba: I know you.

Mufasa: You could have been killed. You deliberately disobeyed me. And what's worst, you put Nala in danger! Before, I told you have to get there!

Young Simba: I was just trying to be brave like you, Mufasa.

Mufasa: I'm only brave when I have to be. Simba, being brave doesn't meant you go looking for trouble.

Young Simba: But you're not scared of anything.

Mufasa: I was today.

Young Simba: You we're?

Mufasa: Yes? I thought I might lose you.

Young Simba: Oh! I guess even kings get scared, huh?

Mufasa: Mmm-hmm?

Young Simba: But you know what?

Mufasa: What?

Young Simba: I think those hyenas we're even scared her.

Mufasa: Because, nobody messes with your dead. Come here, you.

Young Simba: Oh, no, no! Aaagh! Errrggh! Oh, come here! Hah! Gotcha! Dad?

Mufasa: Hmm?

Young Simba: We're pals, right?

Mufasa: Right?

Young Simba: And we'll always be together, right?

Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you something that my father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.

Young Simba: Really?

Mufasa: Yes. So, whenever you feel alone, just remember, that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.

Scene #11: Elephant Graveyard

Banzai: Man, that lousy Mufasa! I won't be able to sit for a week!

Ed: (laughs)

Banzai: It's not funny, Ed.

Ed: (loudest laughing)

Banzai: Hey, shut up, man!

Shenzi: Will you knock it off?!?!

Banzai: Well, he started it!

Shenzi: Look at you guys. No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food chain.

Banzai: Man, I hate dangling.

Shenzi: Yeah? You know, if it weren't for those lions, we'd be running the joint.

Banzai: Yeah, man, I hate lions.

Shenzi: So pushy.

Banzai: And hairy.

Shenzi: And stinky.

Banzai: And man, are they––

Shenzi/Banzai: UGLY!!!!

Scar: Oh, surely we lions are not all that bad.

Banzai: Ohh. Oh, Scar, it's just you.

Shenzi: We we're afraid it was somebody important.

Banzai: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa.

Shenzi: Yeah.

Scar: I see.

Banzai: Now, that's power.

Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.

Banzai: Mufasa!

Shenzi: Ooooh! Do it again.

Banzai: Mufasa!

Shenzi: Ooooh!

Banzai: Mufasa! Mufasa! Mufasa!!!!!

Shenzi: Ooooh!… It's just tingles me.

Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots.

Banzai: Not you, Scar, I mean you're one of us, I mean you're our pal.

Scar: Charmed.

Shenzi: Ohh, I like that. He's not king, but he's still so proper.

Banzai: Yeah, hey-hey. Did you bring us anything to eat, Scar, old buddy, old pal? Huh? Did-you, did-you, did-you?

Scar: Well, I don't think you really deserved this. I practically gift-wrapped those lions for you. And you couldn't even disposed of them.

Shenzi: Well, you know. It wasn't exactly like they was alone, Scar.

Banzai: Yeah, what are we supposed to do? We're kill Mufasa?

Scar: Precisely, and so, in fact––

I never thought hyenas essential

They're crude and unspeakably plain

But maybe they've a glimmer of potential

If allied to my vision and brain

I know that your powers of retention

Are as wet as a warthog's backside

But thick as you are, pay attention

My words are a matter of pride

It's clear from your vacant expressions

The lights are not all on upstairs

But we're talking kings and successions

Even you can't be caught unawares

So prepare for a chance of a lifetime

Be prepared for sensational news

A shining new era

Is tiptoeing nearer

Shenzi: And where do we feature?

Scar: Just listen to teacher

I know it's sound sordid

But you'll be rewarded

When at last I am given my dues

And injustice deliciously squared

Be prepared!

Banzai: Yeah! Be prepared! Yeah, we'll be prepared. For what?

Scar: For the death of the king.

Banzai: Why? Is he sick?

Scar: No, fool! We're going to kill him––Simba, too.

Shenzi: Great idea! Who needs a king?

Shenzi/Banzai/Ed: No king! No king! La, la, la-la, la!!!

Scar: Idiots! There will be a king!

Banzai: Hey, but you said, uh…

Scar: I WILL BE KING! Stick with me and you'll never go hungry again!

Shenzi/Banzai/Ed: Yay! All right! Long live the king! Long live the king!

Hyenas: Long live the king! Long live the king! Long live the king!

Chorus: It's great that we'll soon be connected

With a king who'll be all-time adored

Scar: Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected

To take certain duties on board

The future is littered with prizes

And though I'm the main addressee

The point that I must emphasize is

You won't get a sniff without me!

Scar/Chorus: So prepare for the coup of the century (Oooh!)

Be prepared for the murkiest scam (Oooh-la-la-la!)

Meticulous planning (We'll have food!)

Tenacity spanning (Lots of food)

Decades of denial (We repeat)

Is simply why I'll (Endless meat)

Be king undisputed (Aaaaaaaahhh!...)

Respected, saluted (Aaaaaaaahhh!...)

And seen for the wonder I am (Aaaaaaaahhh!!!)

Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Be prepared!

Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared

Be prepared!

Scene #12: The Gorge

Young Simba: Meanwhile, stampeding thunderous wildebeests in the gorge upcoming at your services? Hmph!

Scar: Now, you wait here. Your father has a marvelous surprise for you.

Young Simba: Ooh, what is it?

Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it? Now, wait here and finds out.

Young Simba: If you tell me, I'll still act surprised.

Scar: Ho-ho-ho. You are such a naughty boy.

Young Simba: Come on, uncle Scar.

Scar: No no no no no no no. This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of––father-son––thing. Oh, there you are! Now, sit down! Sit down.

Well, I'd better go get him.

Young Simba: I'll go with you.

Scar: NO!! Heh-heh-heh. No, just stay on this pleasure's rock. You wouldn't want to opened up in another mess like you did with the hyenas…?

Young Simba: You know about that?

Scar: Simba, everybody knows about that.

Young Simba: Really?

Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Mufasa was there to save you, huh? Oh––and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?

Young Simba: Oh… okay. Hey, uncle Scar––will I like their surprises?

Scar: Simba, it's to die for!

Young Simba: Asked the three evil hyenas.

Ed: (stomach growls)

Shenzi: Shut up!

Banzai: I can't help it. I'm so hungry––I gotta have a wildebeest!

Shenzi: Stay put. What don't you think?

Banzai: Well… can't I just pick off one of the little sick ones?

Shenzi: NO!!! We wait for the signal from Scar. There he is… let's go!

Young Simba: Little roar. Huh! Rarrr! Rrrraowr-nh! RAOWR!!!!! (hysterically terrified gasps, running and stampeding wildebeests in the gorge)

Zazu: Oh, look, sire. The herd is on the move.

Mufasa: Odd?

Scar: Mufasa! Quick! Stampede! In the gorge! Simba's down there!

Mufasa: Simba? Simba!!!

Young Simba: Zazu! Help me!

Zazu: Your father is on the way! Hold on!

Young Simba: Hurry!!!

Zazu: There! There, on that tree!

Mufasa: Hold on, Simba!

Young Simba: HELP!!!

Zazu: Oh, Scar, this is awful! What will we do? What will we do? Hah! I'll go back for help, that's what I'll do, I'll go back for help––oomph! AWK!!!!!

Mufasa: Anybody! Help!

Young Simba: Help, Mufasa! Help! EEK!!!! Hold on!

Mufasa: Hang on, Simba! Let go! Hang on!!

Young Simba: Ahhh!!! (grunts) Mufasa! NO!!!

Mufasa: Scar! Broth––Brother! Help me!

Scar: Long… live… the king!

Mufasa: AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

Young Simba: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! (coughing loudly) Dad!!!

Dad? Dad…? Dad, come on. You gotta get up. Dad, we gotta go

home. Help!!! Somebody!! Anybody!! Help… (yawning and snoring)

Scar: Simba? What have you done?

Young Simba: (jumps back, yawning) There we're wildebeests and he tried to save me, it was an accident, I-I-I didn't mean for it to happen.

Scar: Of course, of course, you didn't. No one ever means for

these things to happen. But, the king is dead. And if it weren't

for you, he'd your father would still be alive. Oh!

What will your mother think?

Young Simba: (yawns) What am I gonna do?

Scar: Run away, Simba. Run. Run away and never return. Kill him!

Banzai: Whoa! Yeow!! YEOW!!!!! Ohh! Eearrggh!

Shenzi: Hey, there he goes! There he goes! Hold still.

Banzai: So go get him. Not bad.

Shenzi: There ain't no way I'm going in there. What you want me to come out there looking like you? Cactus, butt?

Banzai: But we gotta finish the job.

Shenzi: Well, he's as good as dead out there, anyway. And IF he comes back, we'll kill him.

Banzai: Yeah! You hear that? If you ever come back, we'll kill you!!!!!

Scene #13: Pride Rock

Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy, but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live. Mufasa died a hero, he gave his own life to save his son. But, alias, both are dead. For me, it is a deep personal loss. So, it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet, out of that I become your new king-ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era, in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!

Scene #14: Rafiki's Tree

Rafiki: So, Simba ran far away into the horizontal begin to dust, the circling flyers around the buzzards and vultures sunrise behind their heats yourself.

Scene #15: The Desert

Timon: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaahhhh!!! Get out! Get out! Get out of here! Whoo-hoo!

Pumbaa: I love it! Bowling for buzzards!

Timon: Gets them every time.

Pumbaa: Uh-oh. Hey, Timon. You'd better come look. I think it's still alive.

Timon: Eww… All righty, what have we got here? (sniffing, grunting) Aaahh! Jeez, it's a lion! Run, Pumbaa, move it!

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon. It's just a little lion. Look at him. He's so cute, and all alone! Can we keep him?

Timon: Pumbaa, are you nuts?! We're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.

Pumbaa: But he's so little.

Timon: He's gonna get bigger.

Pumbaa: Maybe he'll be on our side.

Timon: Ah-huh! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Maybe he'll be––Hey! I got it! What if he's on our side? You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. It's, uh––ever seeing the lion king?

Pumbaa: So, we keeping him?

Timon: Of course, who's the brains in this outfit?

Pumbaa: Uhh––

Timon: My point exactly. Jeez, I'm fried. Let's get out of here and find some shade.

Scene #16: The Jungle

Timon: Are you okay, kid?

Young Simba: I guess so.

Pumbaa: You're nearly died.

Timon: We saved you.

Pumbaa: (snorts)

Timon: Well, uh––Pumbaa helped, a little.

Young Simba: Thanks for your help.

Timon: Hey, where are you going? Simba, what's wrong? What happened to you?

Young Simba: Nowhere.

Timon: Gee, he looks blue.

Pumbaa: I'd say, "brownish-gold".

Timon: No, no, no, no. I mean, he's––depressed.

Pumbaa: Oh. Hey, kid, what's eating you?

Timon: Nothing! He's at the top of the food chain! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!! The food chain!!! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha… Ahem! So, where you from?

Young Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.

Timon: Ahh, then you're an outcast! That's great, so are we?

Pumbaa: Whatcha do, kid?

Young Simba: I did something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.

Timon: Good! We don't wanna hear about it.

Pumbaa: Come on, Timon. Anything we can do?

Young Simba: Not unless you can't change the past.

Pumbaa: You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says, "You gotta put your behind in your past."

Timon: No, no, no. Take my advice, kid. My name's Timon the ground-beef meerkat, and this is your name's Pumbaa the pork-chop warthog.

Pumbaa: I mean…

Timon: Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's "You gotta put your past behind you." Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?

Young Simba: Right.

Timon: Wrong! When the world turns it's back on you, you turn your back on the world.

Young Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught. It doesn't matter now.

Timon: Then, maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. (clears throat) Hakuna Matata.

Young Simba: What?

Pumbaa: Ha-ku-na Ma-ta-ta. It means, "No worries". Hear me?

Timon: Right! Okay, ahem.

Hakuna Matata!

What a wonderful phrase

Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata!

Ain't no passing craze

Timon: It means no worries

For the rest of your days

Timon/Pumbaa: It's our problem-free, philosophy

Timon: Hakuna Matata!

Young Simba: Hakuna Matata?

Pumbaa: Yeah, it's our motto.

Young Simba: What's a motto?

Timon: Nothing! What's a motto with you?!? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!…

Pumbaa: You know, kid––these two words will solve all of your problems.

Timon: That's right! Take Pumbaa here for examples.

Why, when he was a young warthog

Pumbaa: When I was a young warthog!

Timon: Very nice.

Pumbaa: Thanks!

Timon: He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal

He could clear the savannah after every meal

Pumbaa: I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned

And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind

And oh, the shame

Timon: He was ashamed!

Pumbaa: Thought of changing my name

Timon: Oh, what's in a name?

Pumbaa: And I got downhearted

Timon: How did you feel?

Pumbaa: Every time that I––

Timon: Hey, Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!

Pumbaa: Oh, sorry.

Timon/Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata!

What a wonderful phrase

Hakuna Matata!

Ain't no passing craze

Young Simba: It means no worries

For the rest of your days

Timon: Yeah, sing it, kid!

Timon/Pumbaa/Young Simba: It's our problem-free, philosophy

Hakuna Matata!

Timon: Welcome to our humble homes.

Young Simba: You live here?

Timon: We live wherever we want.

Pumbaa: Yup, home is where your rump rests. Heh!

Young Simba: It's beautiful.

Pumbaa: (burping) Jeez, I'm starved.

Young Simba: I'm so hungry I could eat a whole African flamingos.

Timon: Eeeahhah. We're fresh out of African flamingos.

Young Simba: Any giraffes?

Timon: Na-ah.

Young Simba: Hippopotamuses?

Timon: Nope. Listen, kid––if you live with us, you have to eat like us. Hey, this looks like a good spot to rustle up some grubs. Look, insects!

Young Simba: Yup, insects. Eww, what's that?

Timon: A grub. What's it looked like?

Young Simba: Eww! Gross!

Timon: Mmm! Tastes like chicken.

Pumbaa: Slimy, yet satisfying!

Timon: These are rare delicacies. Mmm! Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch.

Pumbaa: You'll learn to love them!

Timon: I'm telling you, kid––this is the great life. No rules. No responsibilities. Ooh! The little cream-filled kind. And best of all, no worries. Well, kid? Drink it.

Young Simba: Okay! Oh, well––Hakuna Matata. (grub soda drinks softly, burps) Slimy, yet satisfying.

Timon: That's it!

Timon/Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata, Hakuna––

Adult Simba: It means no worries

For the rest of your days

Timon/Pumbaa/Adult Simba: It's our problem-free, philosophy

Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!

Adult Simba: Hakuna Matata! (sputtering)

Timon:  Hakuna Matata!

Adult Simba: Hakuna Matata!

Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata!

Timon: Hakuna Matata! (laughs)

Scene #17: Scar's Cave

Zazu: Nobody knows, the trouble I've seen

Nobody knows, my sorrow…

Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it.

Zazu: It's the largest worldwide after all…

Scar: NO! No! Anything but that!!

Zazu: Well, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Diddley-dee-dee, there they are the standing in a row

Zazu/Scar: Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head…

Zazu: Oh, I would never have had to do this for Mufasa. Nothing there but a bunch, of backstabbing––murderous Outsiders!

Scar: Zazu's right. Accidents can happen, you could get easily three evil hyenas, or stepped on, or even get LOST! And I'll remember, I want you to stay in the sight of the king Scar's cave at all of the times.

Banzai: I don't think so. Don't worry, Shenzi, be patiently.

Scar: Oh, Zazu. Who am I going to kill it? When I few this gleamed? What is your problem faithful's futures?

Zazu: Not again, sire?

Scar: Probably, you know, Zazu. Noticing memorial Zazu's time-out in the cage stays here. What is your faithful questions? Hmm… WHAT?!? What did you say?

Zazu: Oh, nothing!

Scar: You know the law––Never, ever mention that name in my presence. I… am… the king!

Zazu: Yes, sire. You are the king. I––I––Well, I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches. (nervously chuckles)

Scar: Zazu, why am I not loved?

Banzai: Hey, boss!

Scar: Oh, what is it this time?

Banzai: We got a bone to pick with you.

Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water––

Banzai: Yeah, it's dinnertime, and we ain't got no stinking entrées!

Scar: It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting…

Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt. Are you calling me a liar?

Scar: Oh, eat Zazu.

Zazu: Oh, you wouldn't want me! I'd be so tough and gamey and––eeeeewww!!!

Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish. I've tried to be fair to your creatures. Now my three evilly hungriest hyenas has reached it's end! All right, then, who's the hyenas hiding them? (Zazu's jack-in-the-box in our cage turning up.) Peek-a-boo! And I'm sadly very I thought? Soon, the hyenas becoming crowded.

Shenzi: Move over! You will staying it crowded!

Banzai: Ouch! Watch out!

Shenzi: It's not, it's too.

Banzai: The other side! Watch out!

Scar: That's enough!!!

Shenzi: You will better told them it's time to get out of the Scar's cave now.

Scar: The hyenas it's not too crowded. And because time to get out of the Scar's cave right now.

Banzai: I thought things we're bad under Mufasa.

Scar: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!?

Banzai: I said––oomph! I said, uh––Mufasa?

Scar: Good, now get out.

Banzai: Mmm. Yeah, but we're still hungry.

Scar: OUT!!! Oh, very well. Up, please? Zazu? Zazu, Zazu, Zazu…?

Zazu: Yes, sire? I'm sorry, Scar, I'm promised. I'm very I won't.

Scene #18: The Jungle

Timon: Whoa. Nice one, Simba.

Adult Simba: Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed.

Pumbaa: Me, too. I ate like a warthog.

Adult Simba: Pumbaa, you are a warthog.

Pumbaa: Oh, right. (all three sighs)

Pumbaa: Timon?

Timon: Yeah?

Pumbaa: Ever wonder what those giraffe's sparkly dots are up there?

Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder. I know.

Pumbaa: Oh, what are they?

Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh… got stuck up… in that big… bluish-black… thing.

Pumbaa: Oh, jeez. I always thought that they we're balls of gas burning billions of miles away.

Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.

Pumbaa: Simba, what do you think?

Adult Simba: Well, I don't know how––

Pumbaa/Timon: Aww, come on. Give, give, give. Well, come on, Simba,

we told your ours, please??? (Come on, come on, give, give… please???)

Adult Simba: Well, somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.

Pumbaa: Really?

Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? (sneezes) Who'd have told you a crazy something like that? What look made that up?

Adult Simba: Yeah, pretty dumb, huh?

Pumbaa: Aww, you're killing me, Simba.

Timon: Was it something I said?

Scene #19: Rafiki's Tree

Rafiki: Oh! (humming) Simba? Heh–he's––He's alive! Heh-heh––He's alive! (laughs happily) It is time!

Scene #20: The Jungle

Pumbaa: A-weem-a-wep

A-weem-a-wep

A-weem-a-wep

A-weem-a-wep

A-weem-a-wep

A-weem-a-wep

A-weem-a-wep

A-weem-a-wep

Timon: In the jungle

The mighty jungle

The lion sleeps tonight

In the jungle

The mighty jungle

The lion sleeps to––I can't hear you, buddy, back me up!

A-weeeeee-eee-eee-eee-ba-Pumbaa-Pumbaa-way

A-Pumbaa? Pumbaa?

Pumbaa: Timon? Why did the Timon across the road? HYAH!!!!!!!

Timon: Pumbaa? Pumbaa, Pumbaa! Pumbaa, Pumbaa! Hey, what's going on?

Pumbaa: SHE'S GONNA EAT ME!!!

Timon: Huh? Whoa! Jeez! Why do I always have to save your AAAAAHHHH!!!

Ready, please! How are you poison?!? Don't worry, buddy. I'm here for you. Everything's gonna be okay. Get her! Bite her head! Go for the jugular! The jugular! See, I told you he'd come in handy. Tales! HEY! Come now, back-back-back-back-back-BACK-BACK-BACK-BACK-BACK!!!

Adult Simba: Nala? Is it really you?

Adult Nala: Who are you?

Adult Simba: It's me, Simba.

Adult Nala: Simba?

Timon: She… said!!!!! (CLINK!)

Pumbaa: Whoa!!!

Timon: Hmm… (gasps) Huh?

Adult Simba/Adult Nala: Whoa!!! Aah!! How did you? Who? Wow! This is cool! It's great to see you! (Whoa!!! Well, how did you? Where did you come from? It's great to see you!)

Timon: Hey, what's going on here?

Adult Simba: What are you doing here?

Adult Nala: What do you mean, "What am I doing here?" What are you doing here?

Timon: HEY!!! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!?!?

Adult Simba: Timon, this is Nala. She's my favorite friends.

Timon: Friends?!? Simba, have you toward the sound?

Adult Simba: Okay. Hey, Pumbaa! Come over here! Timon, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Timon.

Pumbaa: Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Adult Nala: The pleasure's all mine.

Timon: How do you do? Whoa, whoa, time out!! Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's okay with us? DID I MISS SOMETHING?!?!?

Adult Simba: Relax, Timon.

Adult Nala: Wait till everybody finds out you've been here all this time! And your mother––what will she think?

Adult Simba: She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know.

Adult Nala: Well, of course, they do. Everyone thinks you're dead.

Adult Simba: They do?

Adult Nala: Yes. Scar told us about the stampede.

Adult Simba: He did? Well, what else did he tell you?

Adult Nala: What else matters? You're alive! And that means––you're the king.

Timon: King? (mutters) Simba, have you got your lions crossed.

Pumbaa: King? Your majesty? I gravel at your feet.

Adult Simba: Stop it.

Timon: It's not "gravel". It's "grovel". And don't––he's not the king. Are you?

Adult Simba: No!

Adult Nala: Simba?

Adult Simba: No, I'm not the king. Maybe I was gonna be, but that was a long time ago.

Timon: Let me get this straight. You're the king? And you never told us?

Adult Simba: Look, I'm still the shame guy.

Timon: But with power!

Adult Nala: Could you guys––excuse us for a few minutes?

Timon: Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba?

Adult Simba: Hmm. Maybe you'd better go.

Timon: It starts, you think you know a guy?

Adult Simba: Timon and Pumbaa. You'll learn to love them. What…? What is it?

Adult Nala: It's like you're back from the dead. You don't know how much this will mean to everyone. What it means to me?

Adult Simba: Hey, it's okay.

Adult Nala: I've really missed you.

Adult Simba: I've missed you, too.

Scene #21: The Jungle

Timon: I tell you, Pumbaa, this stinks.

Pumbaa: Oh. Sorry.

Timon: Not you, them! Him, her, alone.

Pumbaa: What's wrong with that?

Timon: Okay, that's what meant things––in after all…

Timon/Pumbaa: I can see what's happening (What?)

And they don't have a clue (Who?)

They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line

Our trio's down to two (Oh.)

The sweet caress of twilight

There's magic everywhere

And with all this romantic atmosphere

Disaster's in the air

Chorus: Can you feel the love tonight?

The peace the evening brings

The world, for once, in perfect harmony

With all it's living things

Adult Simba: So many things to tell her

But how to make her see

The truth about my past, impossible

She'd turned away from me

Adult Nala: He's holding back, he's hiding

But what I can't decide

Why won't he be the king I know he is

The king I see inside?

Adult Simba/Adult Nala/Chorus: Can you feel the love tonight?

The peace the evening brings

The world, for once, in perfect harmony

With all it's living things

Adult Nala: All right, ma'am!

Adult Simba: Ax, please? Everybody!

Adult Simba/Adult Nala/Chorus: Can you feel the love tonight?

You needn't look too far

Stealing through the night's uncertainties

Love is where they are

Timon: And if he falls in love tonight (Pumbaa sniffs)

It can be assumed

Pumbaa: His carefree days with us are history

Timon/Pumbaa: In short, our pal, is doomed. (loudest crying full force)

Scene #22: The Jungle

Adult Simba: Isn't this a great place?

Adult Nala: Yeah, it is beautiful. But I don't understand something. You've been alive all this time. Why didn't you come back to Pride Rock?

Adult Simba: Well, I just needed to get out of my own. Live my own life. And I did. And it's great.

Adult Nala: We've really needed you at home.

Adult Simba: No one needs me.

Adult Nala: Yes, we do! You're the king.

Adult Simba: Nala, we've been through this, I'm not the king. Scar is.

Adult Nala: Simba and Scar, he let the hyenas taken over the Pride Lands.

Adult Simba: What?

Adult Nala: Everything's destroyed. There's no food, no water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve.

Adult Simba: I can't go back.

Adult Nala: Why?

Adult Simba: You wouldn't understand.

Adult Nala: Why wouldn't I understand?

Adult Simba: One question. One answer.

Adult Nala: Before, you want one answer!

Adult Simba: No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata.

Adult Nala: What?

Adult Simba: Hakuna Matata. Oh! It's something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen––

Adult Nala: Simba!

Adult Simba: And there's nothing you can do about it. So, why worry?

Adult Nala: WAIT! Because, it's your responsibility!

Adult Simba: Well, what about you? You left!

Adult Nala: I left to find help! And I found YOU. Don't you understand?

You're our only hope.

Adult Simba: Sorry.

Adult Nala: What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember.

Adult Simba: You're right, I'm not. Now are you satisfied?

Adult Nala: No, just disappointed.

Adult Simba: You know, you're starting to sound like my father. DONE!!

Adult Nala: Good, at least one of us does.

Adult Simba: Listen! You think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life?! You don't even know what I've been through!

Adult Nala: I would if you would just tell me!

Adult Simba: Forget it!

Adult Nala: Fine!

Scene #23: Pride Lands/Pool Reveal

Adult Simba: I don't care what anybody says––She's wrong. I won't go back. What would it prove, anyway? It won't change anything. You can't change the past. You said, "You'd always be there for me!" But you're not, and it's because of me. It's my fault. It's… my… fault.

Rafiki: Asante sana, squash banana!

We we nugu, mi mi apana!

Asante sana, squash banana!

We we nugu, mi mi apana!

Asante sana, squash banana!

We we nugu, mi mi apana! (humming continues, chuckling)

Asante sana, squash banana!

We we nugu, mi mi apana!

Adult Simba: Come on, Rafiki, will you cut it out?

Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It'll grow right back! (laughs)

Adult Simba: Creepy little monkey. Will you stopped following me? Who are you?

Rafiki: The question is––"Who… are you?"

Adult Simba: I thought I knew. Now I'm not so sure.

Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. Shh, come here. It's a secret.

Asante sana, squash banana!

We we nugu, mi mi apana!

Adult Simba: Enough already, what's that supposed to mean, anyway?

Rafiki: It means, you are a baboon–-and I'm not. (chuckles)

Adult Simba: I think, you're a little confused.

Rafiki: Wrong! I'm not the one who's confused, you don't even know who you are.

Adult Simba: Oh, and I suppose you know?

Rafiki: Sure do, you're Mufasa's boy. Come on, Simba!

Adult Simba: Hey, wait! Stop! Come back! You knew my father?

Rafiki: Correction, I know your father.

Adult Simba: Well, I hate to tell you this, but––he died. A long time ago.

Rafiki: Nope! Wrong again! Ha-ha-ha! He's alive! And I'll show him to you. You just follow old Rafiki, and he knows the way. Come on! Don't dawdle, hurry up!

Adult Simba: Hey! Whoa-whoa! Wait, wait!

Rafiki: Come on! Come on!

Adult Simba: Huh? Would you slow down?

Rafiki: STOP! Simba, look. Come here. Look. Now, I'm not unusually the rule's guy, but this is a bigger. No opening the crate. No looking. No touching. Got it?

Shhhhh. Look down there.

Adult Simba: That's not my father, that's just my reflection.

Rafiki: No, look harder. (Adult Simba's finger, turning around the water-pool revealed.) You see, he lives in you.

Mufasa's Ghost: Simba.

Adult Simba: Father?

Mufasa's Ghost: Simba, you have forgotten me.

Adult Simba: No. How could I?

Mufasa's Ghost: You have forgotten who you are, and so have forgotten me. Looked inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the circle of life.

Adult Simba: How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.

Mufasa's Ghost: Remember who you are. You are my son, and the one true king. Remember who you are.

Adult Simba: No! Please! Don't leave me! Father! Don't leave me!

Mufasa's Ghost: Remember… remember… remember…

Rafiki: What was that? (laughs) The weather––BLAH! Very peculiar, don't you think?

Adult Simba: Yeah, it looks like the winds are changing.

Rafiki: Ahh, change is good.

Adult Simba: Yeah, but it's not easy. And I know what I have to do. But, going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been running from it for so long. Oww! Jeez! What was that for?

Rafiki: It doesn't matter, it's in the past! (laughs)

Adult Simba: Yeah, but it still hurts.

Rafiki: Oh, yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. Hah, you see! So what are you going to do?

Adult Simba: First, I'm not gonna take your stick.

Rafiki: No, no, no! Not the stick! Hey, where are you going?

Adult Simba: I'm going back!

Rafiki: Good! Go on! Get me out of here! (laughing loudly) Hyah!! (laughing) Hyah!!! HYAH!!!!!!!!!

Scene #24: The Jungle

Adult Nala: Hey. Hey, wake up. (Timon and Pumbaa's loudest screaming until stops.) It's okay! Whoa, whoa! It's okay, it's me.

Timon: Don't ever do that again! Carnivores! OY!

Adult Nala: Have you guys seen Simba?

Timon: Well, I thought he was with you.

Adult Nala: He was, but now, I can't find him. Where is he?

Rafiki: Ho-ho-ho-ho. You won't find him Simba here. Ha, ha. The king… has returned.

Adult Nala: I can't believe it. He's gone back!

Timon: Gone back? What do you mean? Hey! What's going on here? Who's the monkey?

Adult Nala: Simba's gone back to challenge Scar.

Timon: Who?

Adult Nala: Scar?

Pumbaa: Who's got a scar?

Adult Nala: No, no, no, no. It's his uncle.

Timon: The monkey's his uncle?

Adult Nala: NO! Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take he's place as king.

Timon/Pumbaa: Ohh.

Scene #25: Pride Rock

Adult Nala: Simba, wait up! It's awful, isn't it?

Adult Simba: I didn't want to believe you.

Adult Nala: What made you come back?

Adult Simba: Well, I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to prove it? Besides, this is my kingdom. And if I don't fight for it, who will?

Adult Nala: I will.

Adult Simba: It's gonna be dangerous.

Adult Nala: That's right! Uh-huh? Yeah? Hmph, hmph, hmph!!

Timon: I see nothing funny about this.

Adult Simba: Timon? Pumbaa? What are you doing here?

Pumbaa: At your service, my liege.

Timon: Uh––we're going to fight your uncle, for this?

Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home.

Timon: Ffh. Talk about your fixer-upper. Well, Simba, if it's important to you, we're with you to the end of happily ever after. Hyenas. I hate hyenas. So, what's your plan forgetting past those guys?

Adult Simba: Live-bait.

Timon: Good idea. Hey!

Adult Simba: Come on, Timon––you guys have to create a diversion.

Timon: What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the gangsta rap?

Maestro! If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat

Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he's a treat

Come on down and dine, on this tasty swine

All you gotta do is get in line

Timon/Pumbaa:

Are you aching (Yup, yup, yup)

For some bacon? (Yup, yup, yup)

He's a big warthog (Yup, yup)

You could be a big warthog, too. OY!

(Timon and Pumbaa's screaming throughout the hyenas)

Adult Simba: Nala, you'll find my mother and rally the lionesses. I'll looked for Scar.

Scar: SARABI!!!!!

Sarabi: Yes, Scar?

Scar: Where is your haunting party? They're not doing their job.

Sarabi: Scar, there's no food, the herds have moved on.

Scar: No! You're just not looking hard enough!

Sarabi: It's over, Scar. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We must leave Pride Rock.

Scar: We're not going anywhere.

Sarabi: Then, you have are sentencing us to death!

Scar: Then, so be it.

Sarabi: You can't do that.

Scar: I'm the king. I can do whatever I want. And I make the rules.

Sarabi: If you we're half that the king Mufasa was you would never––

Scar: I'm ten times that the king Mufasa was!!! Mufasa? No, you're dead.

Sarabi: Mufasa?

Adult Simba: No, it's me.

Sarabi: Simba? You're alive? How can that be?

Adult Simba: It doesn't matter, I'm home.

Scar: Simba? Simba! I'm a little surprised to see you––alive?

Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your apart!

Scar: QUIET! Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom?

Adult Simba: Are no longer of yours. Step down, Scar.

Scar: Oh oh, yes––well, I would––of course––naturally––however, but there's one little questions. You see them? They think I'm king. Why are you here?

Adult Nala: Well, we don't. Simba is the rightful king.

Adult Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step down or fight.

Scar: Oh, must it all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death

of a family member. Wouldn't you agree, Simba?

Adult Simba: That's not gonna work, Scar. I've put it behind me.

Scar: Eh, but what about your faithful subjects? Leave her alone! Have they put it behind them?

Adult Nala: Simba, what is he talking about? What the heck is wrong with you?

Scar: Ahh, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba––technically, you're not a king––now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for the Mufasa's death!

Adult Simba: I am.

Sarabi: It's not true. Tell me, it's not true.

Adult Simba: It's true.

Scar: You see! He admits it! Murderer!

Adult Simba: No, it was an accident. Not bad.

Scar: If it weren't for you, Mufasa would still be alive.

It's your fault he's dead, do you deny it?

Adult Simba: No!

Scar: Then… you're… gulity.

Adult Simba: No, I'm not a murderer. Enough! You are just–-SECOND BEST!

Scar: Oh, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Mufasa isn't here to save you. And now… EVERYONE… KNOWS… WHY!

Adult Nala: Simba!!

Scar: Now, this looks familiar. Hmm… Where have I seen this before? Let me think. Hmm… hmm… Oh yes, I remember. This is just the way your father looked before he died, I killed him! And here's MY little secret––I killed Mufasa.

Adult Simba: NO!!!!!!!!! MURDERER!

Scar: No, Simba. Please!

Adult Simba: Tell them the truth.

Scar: Truth? But truth is in the eye of the beholding! All right. All right. I did it.

Adult Simba: So, they can hear you. Louder!

Scar: I… KILLED… MUFASA!!!!!!!!

Pumbaa: Heeeeyyyyaaahhh! FAIR-BALL!!!!!!!

Timon: Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through. Hot stuff. Whoo!

Rafiki: WwwA! Hozah! Hazoww! Yaa! Yah! HhhyyEEOOWww!!!

Zazu: Let me out! Let me out!

Timon: Let me in! Let me in! Please, don't eat me.

Pumbaa: Problem?

Banzai: Hey, who's the warthog?

Pumbaa: Are you talking to me?

Timon: Uh-oh. They called him a warthog.

Pumbaa: Are you talking to me?!?

Timon: Shouldn't a done that.

Pumbaa: Are you talking to me?!?!?

Timon: Now, they're in for it.

Pumbaa: They call me––MISTER WARTHOG!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!….(Timon, Pumbaa, Zazu, Shenzi, Banzai, Ed's karate fighting loudest hardly hits)

Adult Simba: Look out! (The hyenas around watch-out for the fires.) Murderer.

Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.

Adult Simba: You don't deserve to live.

Scar: But, Simba, I am, uh––family. I didn't killed your father. They are the enemy. It was the hyenas, who are the real enemy. It was their fault, it was their idea! Simba, you don't understand?

Adult Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.

Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your old uncle…?

Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.

Scar: Oh, Simba, killed you! You are truly nobles. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Now that you're back together, we can't defeat or death them. How can I, uh––prove myself to you? Tell me, I mean, anything.

Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. Run away and never return.

Scar: Yes. Of course. As you wish… your majesty! Ahh, my friends.

Shenzi: Friends? I thought he said we we're the enemy!

Banzai: Yeah, that's what I heard.

Shenzi/Banzai: Ed???

Scar: No! L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-Let me explain! No! You don't understand! No! I didn't mean for it!––NO! NO! Look, I'm sorry I called you––NO! NOOOOO!!!!

Scene #26: Pride Rock

Adult Simba: Zazu, your highness. Sarabi, his majesty.

Rafiki: Look who's here, it is time.

Chorus: Ndabe zitha

Nkosi yethu

Mholi wezwe lethu

Lefatshe la bonata rona

Lea halalela

Mufasa's Ghost: Remember…………….

Adult Simba: RRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lionesses: RRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Adult Simba: RRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chorus/Rafiki: Busa le lizwe bo

Busa le lizwe bo

Busa le lizwe bo

Lethu busa ngoxolo

Is'khathi sifikile  (Se-fi-le)

Is'khathi busa iyo  (Baba-ti-tabo)

Is'khathi sifikile  (Ingonyama)

Busa lomhlaba

Is'khathi sifikile  (He!)

Is'khathi sifikile

Is'khathi sifikile  (Se-fi-le)

Busa, Simba! Busa, Simba! (Hey!)

Chorus: Ubuse ngo xolo

Ubuse ngo thando

Ubuse ngo xolo

Ubuse ngo thando

Ubuse ngo xolo

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Full Chorus: Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle

The circle of life! (BOOM!)