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    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, and you…

    ZAZU: Didn't you mother ever tell you not to play with your food? SCAR: What do you want?

    ZAZU: I'm here to announce that king Mufasa's on his way, so you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning!

    SCAR: Oh, now look, ZAZU, you've made me lose my lunch.

    ZAZU: Ha, you'll lose more than that when the king gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia.

    SCAR: Oooohhh, I quiver with fear.

    MUFASA: Scar, drop him!

    ZAZU: Impeccable timing. Your Majesty.

    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. (Drags his nails across the wall) Must have slipped my mind.

    ZAZU: yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, and the king's brother you could have been first in line.

    SCAR: Well, I was the first in line until the little hairball was born. MUFASA: Don't turn your back on me. Scar!

    SCAR: No Mufasa, perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.

    MUFASA: (roars) Is that a challenge?

    SCAR: Temper, temper, I wouldn't dream of challenging you.

    ZAZU: Pity. Why not?

    SCAR: Well, as well as brains go I got the lion's share, but when it comes to brute strength, I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool. (walks off)

    ZAZU: He'd made a very handsome throw-rug.

    MUFASA: Zazu!


SIMBA: Hi! Nala! Mum. Can I take Nala to play?

    SARABI: Ok, but as long as Zazu goes with you.

    SIMBA: Nala. Not Zazu.

    NALA: So, where are we going?

SIMBA: An elephant graveyard.

    Nala: Wow!

    SIMBA: Shh! Zazu.

    NALA: So, how are we gonna ditch the Dodo?

    ZAZU: Oh,just look at you two, little seeds of romance blossoming in the savanna. SIMBA: Zazu; turn your back, close your eyes.

    ZAZU: Why?

    SIMBA: Please, please…

    ZAZU: Ok!---- Simba! Nala!…

CHAPTER III (The Compiracy)

HYENA BANZI: And hairy…

    HYENA SHENZI: And stinky…

    HYENA BANZI: And man, are they…

    HYENAS: Ugly!

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

    HYENA BANZI: Oh, Scar, It's just you.

    HYENA SHENZI: We were afraid it was somebody important, like Mufasa, I just heard that name and I shuddered.

    HYENA BANZI: Mufasa!

    HYENA SHENZI: Oh, do it again.

    HYENA BANZI: Mufasa! Mufasa! Mufasa!

    HYENA SHENZI: It tingles me.

    SCAR: I am surrounded by idiots.

    HYENA BANZI: Ya, hey did you bring us anything to eat, Scar? Oh buddy, oh pal, did you.

    did you. did you…?

    SCAR: (holding up a package of beef) I don't think you really deserve this. I practically

    gift-wrapped those cubs for you. And you couldn't even dispose of them. HYENA BANZI: Well, now it wasn't exactly like they were alone, Scar. ED: Year, what were we supposed to do? Kill Musafa?

    SCAR: precisely.


    HYENA SHENZI: And where do we feature?

    SCAR: Just listen to the teacher. I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded. When at

    last I'm given my clues. And injustice deliciously squared. Be prepared. ED: yea. Be prepared. we'll be prepared. For what?

    SCAR: For the death of the king.

    HYENA BANZI: Great idea! Who need the king?

    HYENAS: No king , No king .la la la ….

    SCAR: Idiots! There will be a king.

    ED: Hey but you said…

    SCAR: I'll be king. Stick with me and you'll never go hungry again. HYENA BANZI: Yea, all right. Long life the king!

    HYENA SHENZI: Long life the king! Long life the king!


    PUMBAA: Uh-Oh. Hey. Timon! You'd better come. Look, I think he still alive. TIMON: Jeez, it's a lion.Run, Pumbba. move it.

    PUMBAA: It's just a little lion. Can we keep him?

    TIMON: Pumbba. Are you nuts? You are talking about a lion! PUMBAA: Maybe he will be on pour side. So we'll keeping him. TIMON: Of course, I saved you.

    SIMBA: Thanks for your help.

    TIMON: Gee, you look blue. In this time, I'll say "Hakuna, Matata". SIMBA: What?

    PUMBAA: "Hakuna, Matata!" It means no worries.

    TIMON: Let's go.

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