Pumbaa:
I missed 'em, I'm gonna get one of those vultures one day; I'm gonna get one!
Timon:
I don't know why it's so important to you.
Pumbaa:
I just feel like it would make me feel better.
[gasps]
Pumbaa:
Oh no, it's a little lion!
Timon:
That is not a lion.
Pumbaa:
Well then, go check it out; what is it?
Timon:
That is not a lion, it's a furry bird.
Pumbaa:
It looks like a lion.
Timon:
It's not a li--let me get a closer look, excuse me.
[huffs]
Timon:
All right, let me see what we're dealing with here.
[alarmed]
Timon:
It's a lion! Run for your life, Pumbaa!
Pumbaa:
Wait, hey, Timon, wait, wait, hey, Timon, it's a little lion!
Timon:
[hiding behind rock]
It gets bigger.
Pumbaa:
Can we keep him, can we please keep him? Oh, oh, okay, I promise I'll walk him every day; if he makes a little mess, I'll clean it up!
Timon:
You'll be his little mess; he's gonna eat you and then use my body as a toothpick.
Pumbaa:
But one day when he's big and strong, he'll be on our side.
Timon:
I got it: what if he's on our side? Hear me out: having a ferocious lion around might not be a bad idea.
Pumbaa:
Well then, can we keep him?
Timon:
Yes, of course we can keep him! My God, who's the brains of this operation?
Pumbaa:
[singing]
We're gonna name him Fred!
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