On Holiday with Timon & Pumba.srt (DOWNLOAD SUBTITLES)
Hakuna Matata
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata
Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free
Philosophy
Hakuna Matata
Yeah!
Hakuna Matata Timon and Pumbaa
Hakuna Matata
It means no worries For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free Philosophy
Hakuna Matata Timon and Pumbaa
Extra good morning, Timon.
What's so extra good about it, Pumbaa?
What's so darned good about this particular morning
that you must rudely wake me up?
- It's Bestest Best Friend Day. - Come again?
Bestest Best Friend Day.
It's the specialest day of the year set aside for best friends like us.
Here. Open your present.
OK. If you insist.
A Mr Bug Juicer!
- You like it? - I love it.
You knew I wanted one of these.
All the vitamins without the exoskeleton.
This is great. Thanks.
Anything for my bestest best friend.
Where's my present?
I can't wait to open it. I've been waiting all morning.
Your present. Right. Well...
You didn't forget Bestest Best Friend Day, did you?
No, of course not. Absolutely not.
How dare you even think such a thing!
So, where's my present?
Your present. Right.
I got you a very special present,
something much more specialer than any normal present.
I got you a...
A hollow, rotting log!
A hollow, rotting log?!
But that's what you got me last year.
Right. Last year. Sorry, I...
I mean, I got you a...
A fungus-covered boulder.
That's what you got me the year before you got me the hollow, rotting log.
- How about dried grass? - That was the year before that.
- Tree bark? - Year before that.
- Dirt? - Timon...
Yes?
You did get me something, didn't you?
Of course I did.
It's just that, rather than spend a lot of time and money,
I decided to do something really special.
What'd you do?
I... wrote you a poem.
Boy, a poem!
Written just for me by my bestest pal, Timon.
I can't wait to hear it! Can't wait!
OK, here it is.
"My Bestest Best Friend, Pumbaa" by me, Timon.
There's no warthog Quite like you, Pumbaa
I could never find As good a friend
You have got tusks And you smell
You are one in a million The end
That poem didn't rhyme.
It's free verse.
I don't think so.
I think you just wrote that poem just now.
I think you forgot Bestest Best Friend Day.
- No, I didn't. - Yes, you did.
- I didn't. - Yes, you did.
Well, it's a dumb holiday anyway, and you made it up.
Are you saying you think it's dumb to be my bestest best friend?
And what if I am?
Then I don't think you're my bestest best friend after all.
Fine. There's a whole herd of warthogs out there.
I can easily find another friend as good as you.
You're one of a million.
If that's the way you're gonna be,
then I'm gonna find another meerkat that appreciates bestest best friends.
I'm gonna find another warthog even betterer than you.
What makes Timon so special, anyway? All he does is sleep.
He just sleeps and rides around on my head,
and tugs on my ears when he wants me to go fast.
I bet I can easily find another bestest best friend
if I just put my mind to it.
Pardon me.
Sorry.
- Didn't see you. - Perfectly all right.
Shouldn't have been crouched over there.
I couldn't sleep in this morning. I'm rarely able to sleep in much,
so I decided to take a walk.
Sure, locals offer me rides, elephants and such,
but I can't stand riding around on other animals.
I enjoy walking, not holding on to some strange animal's ears
and tugging when I want to go fast.
Is that so?
Anyway, I was walking along here
and got a prickly piece of something stuck on my foot.
I was trying to get it off when you came along and...
It's gone! Fantastic!
Thank you very much, Mr...
- Pumbaa. - Mr Pumbaa.
- You're quite welcome... - Monti.
How come you didn't ask your bestest best friend
to help you get the prickly something off your foot?
To tell the truth, I don't have a best friend.
Is that so?
Too large. Too tall. Too stripy.
Potential.
Can I help you with something?
Actually, my friend, or potential friend,
do you mind if I ask you three personal questions?
Not at all.
- First, what is your name? - Bampuu.
Second, if something wants to eat you, what do you do?
- I run away very fast. - Good answer.
Third, do you or anyone associated with you
celebrate Bestest Best Friend Day?
Never heard of it.
Perfect, you'll do nicely.
Monti, where are you?
Get over here. You gotta see this.
Yes, what is it?
Look at what I caught.
Isn't it the fattest, juiciest grub you've ever seen?
Take it away!
It's filthy and revolting!
What do you mean?
I mean it's offensive.
Aren't you gonna eat it?
Eat it? You want me to eat that thing?
It's not even cooked.
It tastes like chicken.
You're kidding, right?
You mean you don't eat bugs?
I eat fresh fruits, nuts and soybean products.
Eating insects gives you gas. You don't have gas, do you?
What's wrong with having gas?
What kind of question is that?
- Timon. - Yeah?
Ever wonder what those sparkling dots are up there?
I don't wonder. I know.
What are they?
They're fireflies.
They got stuck up in that big bluish-black thing.
OK.
- Bampuu. - What?
Aren't you going to suggest in a droll, simple sort of way
that you always thought they were balls of gas
burning billions of miles away?
No.
Why? Should I? What do you mean?
Isn't there another watering hole, Bampuu, my friend?
I don't think I like the company.
I don't think I'm thirsty anymore, Monti,
my new bestest best friend.
Monti?
Bampuu?
Monti, is that you?
Bampuu, it's been years!
So, what have you been up to?
You know, the usual stuff.
You still an expert
at making those fruit-nut-soybean pancakes I like so much?
You still an expert at eating them?
Say, I've just gotten an idea.
Why don't I fix you up a batch right now?
That sounds great. Let's go.
You know what, Timon?
What's that, Pumbaa?
I disliked my new bestest best friend.
Well, if it makes you feel any better,
I disliked my new bestest best friend too.
Did you or didn't you forget Bestest Best Friend Day?
Well, Pumbaa. The truth is...
Of course I didn't.
Boy, I knew you didn't.
That's why you are my true bestest best friend.
So, where's my present?
- Close your eyes. - The eyes are now closed.
You can open them now.
A Mr Bug Juicer?
- You like it? - I love it!
How poetically ironic it is
that you got me the exact same thing I got you.
Life's a crazy thing.
What are you gonna do with the Mr Bug Juicer I got you?
We'll think of something, bestest best friend.
We'll think of something.
There is nothing more satisfactifying
than gorging one's self into a gluttonous stupor.
Right, Pumbaa?
Pumbaa, are you OK?
I'm fine, Timon.
Old buddy, speak to me.
Hold that thought.
You don't look so good. In fact, you look green.
- I think you're sick. - I've never been sick a day in my life.
Maybe I just ate a bad bug.
Maybe you just ate a bad bug?
Maybe you just ate a bad bug. Let's look it up.
"Bugs We Have Dined Upon That Have Made Us Not Look So Good. "
OK, let's see here.
Here's that pink grubby kind that was like eating boiled hairball lumps.
Remember this one?
It was like eating stale, decaying maggots in clumpy sludge sauce.
Here was the king stomach turner of all.
This one was definitely like eating
sticky, slimy, gloppy gloops of raw, crusty wall scrapings.
Remember?
What's happening? You're getting worse.
I think maybe I am sick.
Let me get this straight.
Are you telling me you're actually really truthfully getting sick?
That's what I said.
- Yes. - This is great!
It is?
Don't you see? If you're sick,
somebody's going to have to take care of you, cure you.
- And make you feel better. - So?
The somebody who does that should be very close to you.
Somebody who knows your ugly, personal habits better than anyone else.
You mean my mommy?
Not your mommy. Me.
You?
Finally, a chance to repay my bestest best pal
for all the years of selfless devotion and kindness he's shown me.
This is the moment I've been waiting for.
I am going to cure you!
Are you sure we need all this stuff?
Maybe I just need to burp.
Maybe you just need to burp.
Leave the curing to yours truly.
The first step to curing is knowing what we need to cure.
We find out what that is by means of execution.
Don't you mean...
examination?
Nasal passages, clear.
Bones, OK.
Reflexes functioning.
Stool, fine.
Blood pressure, normal.
I have come to the end of my examination.
And after much hypothesising, contemplating and conjugating,
I've arrived at a diagnosis.
So, what's wrong with me?
You're sick.
Now all that's left to do is cure you.
Then you'll be all better.
Aren't you glad you got sick so I could take care of you so well?
Of course you are. Now, let's see.
How am I going to cure my bestest best pal?
I know. Maybe I should go to a licensed and practising physician
who is a trained and educated expert in the field of medical treatment.
What? You mean a doctor?
Nonsense. Everyone's afraid of doctors.
But, my peaked pal,
I am clearly not a doctor, so you have nothing to worry about.
- Understand? - No.
Let me put it this way.
Modern medicine is all fine, good and well,
but I say out with the new and in with the old.
My grandmother's cure-all book.
Filled with the centuries old tradition of superstition and home remedy.
Now, it clearly says here to check all watertight compartments,
making sure the welds are solid and without defect.
Can't argue with tradition.
Say, what exactly is the exact title of that book?
Wrong book.
Here we go.
Here it is on page 3,324.
Granny Timona's ultimate cure all. This should do the trick.
Wait while I gather the poison berries and other noxious ingrediments.
I feel good as new!
I feel much better now. All I needed to do was belch.
I'm back.
You'll never believe...
Don't say a word, you sick swine.
I'll have my grandmother's famous miracle cure mixed up in a jiffy.
You know, I just gotta say having the chance to cure you
is the most wonderful, fulfilling thing ever to happen to me.
It just makes me feel all warm, glowy and fuzzy inside,
knowing I've been able to help my bestest best friend get better.
I mean, look at you.
Wait. Look at you. What happened?
You didn't just burp and all of a sudden get better, did you?
Well, actually...
You do still feel sick, right?
If you aren't still feeling sick it will crush me emotionally.
I must just look better, that's all.
I still feel really awful inside, so go ahead and cure me if you want.
Good.
Now open the hatch.
Feel better, don't you?
What did I tell you? There's nothing better than bestest best friendship
and a good old home remedy from Ma. Come on, let's go, buddy.
I'm feeling kinda hungry after all that work.
Yes, sir. A bucket full of slimy grubs and greasy maggots
sounds mighty good right about now, doesn't it?
- You OK, Pumbaa? - Fine, Timon. I'm fine.
Do you know what that is, Pumbaa?
That's Ned.
You may see Ned, but I see nature's most perfect creation.
The elephant.
Look at his trunk. It's like having a built-in shower on your face.
The birds ride around on Ned all day long
like he's a bus.
Don't forget about the magnificent yet stylish tusks.
I've got tusks.
Quiet, I'm talking about Ned.
You see that?
Ned moved that giant log.
Can you do that with your tusks?
- No. - Precisely.
No wonder everyone loves Ned and he's the most popular guy in the jungle.
Why can't we all be like him?
You think everyone should be like an elephant?
Is there some kind of thought buzzing around
in that warthog skull of yours?
I don't think so.
Don't play coy. I know you.
At the crack of dawn, you're going to bounce up
all excited about being an elephant.
I don't want to be an elephant.
I'm perfectly happy being a warthog
and would never want to be anything else.
Guess what?
I've just reached a major decision about my life.
I decided to be an elephant.
Did you know they are nature's perfect creation?
I recall hearing that somewhere before.
They're so big and large,
and they've got those long noses.
- I believe it's called a trunk. - Yeah.
On hot days, I can spritz myself with refreshingly coolified water,
as I hang out with all the other elephants.
I can move big logs out of everyone's way.
Everyone would love me.
I'd be as popular as Ned.
Since when is being popular a good reason to do anything?
Wait a minute. Popular! I think you're onto something.
- I am? - I'll say.
Being popular is the best reason to do anything.
If you become an elephant, everyone would love you.
Then we could be part of Ned's clique. The in-crowd, the movers, the shakers.
I don't understand.
That's all right. Don't strain yourself.
All that's important is that you want to be an elephant
and I'm going to help you do it.
Great!
Now, what do you think of when you think of an elephant?
Don't answer.
I'll tell you. Size.
As you are now, you're too small to be an elephant.
Darn
But no worries. I've got it all worked out.
We increase your diet. I mean you eat a lot more.
So much more that you become big and fat like an elephant.
You are so smart.
Thank you. Now open wide.
That was pretty good. I think I'll like being an elephant.
You're not done yet. Open.
And again.
- Timon... - Yes, Pumbaa?
I'm getting full.
We've only just begun.
Look!
Maybe being an elephant isn't such a good idea after all.
Maybe I should just be happy being myself.
Poppycock. What's more important? Being yourself or being popular?
That's right. Being popular.
If you say so.
Now, pay attention.
Being an elephant, or pachyderm, isn't just about size,
it's also a state of mind.
Elephants have the greatest minds in the world.
As you may or may not know, elephants never forget.
We're going to give you a rememory that'll make every elephant,
especially Ned, sit up and take notice.
- Are you following this? - I sure am.
OK, good.
Now what did I just say?
You said, "OK. Good. "
Before, "OK. Good. "
I don't remember.
- Weren't you listening? - I heard every word.
- But you don't remember? - No.
That's OK. I shouldn't expect miracles right off the bat.
Do you even know what remembering is?
Sure I do. It's not forgetting.
Now we're getting somewhere.
Do you think you could not forget what I'm about to say next?
- I don't know. - Why not?
You haven't said it yet.
How can I not forget something you haven't said yet?
That would be like backwards not forgetting.
I can't backwards not forget.
Please. Just try.
I'm backwards not forgetting
that you're about to say, "Good job, Pumbaa. "
- No. - What?
I really thought you were going to say, "Good job, Pumbaa. "
You're supposed to wait until I say what I'm going to say
then remember it, recall it, retain it in your memory.
This is making my head hurt.
Not as much as mine.
Now, see if you can remember this.
My name is Pumbaa. I am an elephant.
OK.
Your name is Pumbaa and you are an elephant.
That time you said...
- No. - Yes, you did. I remember.
Work with me. I want you to remember something else.
OK, what?
Repeat after me, "An elephant never forgets. "
- Should I repeat it now? - Yes.
What was that again?
- An elephant never forgets! - You don't have to shout.
I do if I want anything to sink into that thick skull of yours.
I'm beginning to see why you're not very popular. You're a grouch.
And you scream like a baby.
Let's just come back to the memory thing later, OK?
What memory thing would that be?
Good job, Pumbaa.
Now we come to the final segment of your training.
Soon you will be a full-fledged pachydermis africanis,
with all the benefits and privileges inherent to the species.
Who are you going to share those things with?
- You, Timon. - Good.
Step up and receive your official elephant-like trunk.
OK, how's this? Am I all set?
Perfect. Hold still.
One, two, three, go.
That hurt.
Hurt, schmurt. We've done it. We've succeeded.
You are not a warthog, you're an elephant.
I don't think I like this.
What's not to like?
I'll be the right hand meerkat to the jungle's newest elephant.
Pumbaaphant, even better and more popular than an elephant.
Let's go show Ned. This is going to be great.
What's with the deal with the glum look?
I don't wanna do it.
What?
Pumbaa, no. Listen, you're just nervous.
Everyone's nervous on their first day as an elephant.
Don't worry. What are they gonna do?
Make fun of you, ridicule you to tears, laugh and point?
I'll be there with you. I'll help you. You'll do fine.
OK, if you say so.
Ladies and gentlemen,
step right up and meet the new king of the jungle.
That sophisticate of sophistry,
the most popular of the popular crowd:
the Pumbaaphant!
Pretty good? The trunk, the bulk, he's got a memory too, of sorts.
Ever seen such an obviously popular and valuable addition
to your Ned the elephant clique?
That is without a doubt
the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen in my entire life.
Those aren't ears, they're palm fronds.
You call that a trunk?
The suggestion that this overfed hog
even comes close to approximating my majestic bulk,
is not only absurd, it's insulting.
Come, my comrades.
Let us enjoy a short moment of laughing and pointing
at this comically pitiful display of low self-esteem.
Isn't this a pleasant twist?
Out of the way, Timon. We gotta save 'em.
Have you gone haywire? Let them fall.
- He'll land on the hippos. - Quiet.
Ned, grab onto my tusks.
I don't know. I mean...
After all, you're so unpopular.
Hurry, the branch is breaking.
- What do you fellows think? - Grab the tusks.
How very clumsy of me.
I say, good show, warthog.
You're welcome.
In fact, now that you've proven yourself worthy,
you can join our group as an honorary elephant.
What do you say?
- No thanks. - No.
Good thinking, hold out for better benefits.
Make them make you king and me vice king with a window office.
Nope. I'm happy being exactly who I am.
A normal, old warthog.
Wait! Let's think this over.
What about me? What about all our hard work?
Look at that, Timon.
El Toro, the bravest bull in all of Spain!
He sure looks brave.
Please, Pumbaa. That billboard's nothing but cold cuts.
- What do you mean? - Bull-oney.
Why, I'm three times as brave as El Toro.
Well, he sure scares me.
What would you do if you were up against him?
I know exactly what I'd do.
Charge me.
I don't know.
Come on!
Put those useless tusks to use.
Well... OK.
I'm all ready, Timon.
Now, back up really far.
How's this?
Farther than that.
How's this?
Really farther than that.
How's this, Timon?
That's more like it.
Now, really charge at me like you mean it.
I ain't afraid of nobody or nothing.
Watch it!
Do you see what I see?
He is the bull most fiercest and bravest we have spotted all the day.
This bull we must catch.
Help, mommy.
And remember...
if you're driving home tonight, be sure you take your car.
Goodnight.
The bull is now ours.
That's why we are Carlos and Consuelo Quint,
the fastest, smartest, boldest bullcatchers on the Iberian Peninsula.
What do you mean, I'm fired?
This is unacceptable. Moi, sacked?
I am El Toro, the bull!
- Your popularity is down. - Your pay is too high.
- You're inadequate. - And out of shape.
That's why we have obtained a replacement.
Replacement?
Who dares to replace the one and only El Toro the bull?
You have not seen the last of me.
I am the bravest bull in all of Spain,
and I will not relinquish my title without a fight.
I shall return.
I shall return... again.
Pumbaa, where'd you go?
I know you're out there somewhere. Give me a sign.
A brave bull?
If anything, he's a cow-ard.
Too bad no one was around to hear that one.
Over here.
- Where are you? - I'm hiding in the vase.
How did you get in there?
It wasn't easy.
I'm so glad you're here.
Don't let them make me go out there and fight.
Please, Timon.
Why didn't you take off the costume and tell them you're a warthog?
The zipper's stuck.
Don't worry, I'll get you outta here.
That's why I was born brave and you were... born.
First, we'll carve images of our likenesses out of soap,
then hide in the laundry hampers and wait for the potato chip delivery.
After we're out, we purchase fake passports with embezzled money
and rent a hydrofoil jetboat, which will deliver us safely
to the underground escape tunnels.
Maybe we should just sneak out the back door.
Or we could use the back door.
Let's go.
We're in trouble.
There's gotta be another, simpler way out of this.
Let's see. Some clever and ingenious way
in which we can escape this unusual predicament.
Of course.
Why didn't I think of this before?
Did you just think you should use that red towel as a cape
and act like a matador, then I would act like a bull.
After a couple of harmless charges, and everyone's cheering, we escape?
I was thinking we should capture a magic fairy
and sprinkle his flying pixie dust onto this towel.
That way we could soar safely away into the heavens.
That sounds a little far-fetched.
I think my idea of what you were thinking is better.
Thank you.
I'm Timon.
I'll be your matador.
I have returned!
El Toro the bull.
How'd you get in shape so fast?
A simple self help, one hour, ten step, fruit juice, hypnosis process.
I've tried others, but they failed.
But I stuck with this one, and it worked.
Now, I'm back to gore the matador
and prove I am the bravest bull in all of Spain.
First, I must take care of you.
It's bull-ueno to be here in beautiful Barcelona.
The other day I met a guy who hates to be around bulls.
He was from Con-stand-i-no-bull.
Have you heard about the new sleeping pill for bulls?
They're called Bull-Dozers.
What do you call the front entrance to Mr Mata's house?
A Mata door.
I gotta save Timon.
Come on, Pumbaa, you bully. Come and get me.
Two can play at this game.
Not now.
- Excuse me. - I said not now.
- But I'm here to save you. - Please leave me alone.
I'm trying to bullfight you.
If you're Pumbaa, then what Pumbaa is that?
El Toro.
The bull!
There's no escape.
- We gotta do something. - You're the brave one, fight him.
Me, fight him, have you flipped?
Earlier you said you were three times as brave as him.
I thought we were talking about a different El Toro.
Then later you said you weren't afraid of nobody or nothing.
- Did I say that? - After that, you said...
you were born brave, and I was just born.
OK! I'll save us.
But how am I supposed to do it?
Dress in a ruffled shirt and perform a flamenco?
Timon, could you get me my jammies out of the suitcase, please?
Your socks and your underwear. Jammies, jammies.
You don't even wear jammies.
Yeah, that's right. Sorry.
Come back with that suitcase. You'll never get away with this.
Incorrectness.
I, Criminal Quint, the most perpetrating, ne'er do well,
bank-robbing rogue east of Alcatraz,
have pulled off the perfect crime.
Nearly perfect.
- Timon. - What?
Could you please get my favourite blankie out of the suitcase?
Please?
Are you OK?
How come your eyes look like dollar signs?
What's all that stuff in the air above your head?
What? Those? Nothing.
Come, we're leaving the country.
Let's go!
What's all that?
All this? It's really nothing.
It's certainly not a bunch of money, that's for sure.
It looked exactly like $1 ,290,000 in unmarked bills.
Since it doesn't belong to us, maybe it belongs to him.
Discovery. Location.
I have found my lost suitcase.
If this is really your suitcase, then what's inside?
$1 ,290,000 in unmarked bills.
That proves it.
We should do the right thing and give it back to its owner.
Not so fast, it could have been a lucky guess.
Plus, my name and address are clearly printed on the tag.
Criminal Quint, 8520 East Lawbreaker Lane,
Bandit City, Tennessee.
That definitely proves it.
Let's see some identification.
He's definitely, exactly who he says he is.
That means the suitcase is his.
Criminal Quint thanks you for finding his suitcase,
and wishes to give you a reward.
One dollar.
Thanks. Sure you can spare it?
So long, suckers... I mean, citizens.
We got one dollar!
Are you glad we did the right thing?
Yes. I'm very glad we did the right thing.
See my big glad smile?
Now then. Let's see.
What can we buy with our one dollar?
We could buy a yacht? Yes? No!
Those cost more than one dollar.
How about a giant diamond ring? Yes? No!
Those things cost more than one dollar as well.
There's gotta be something we can buy for one dollar.
Extra! Get your newspaper. Only one dollar!
Only one dollar.
There. I bought something.
- It's a newspaper. - And look!
"Criminal Quint, the most ne'er-do-well,
bank-robbing rogue east of Alcatraz,
has stolen a suitcase full of money. "
We have to go to the police and tell them what happened,
and say everything we know. That would be the right thing to do.
What gives you that idea?
Didn't you read the rest?
"If you know anything about this, please go right to the police. "
"Say everything you know. That would be the right thing to do. "
- We can't go to the police. - Why not?
Here, I'll show you.
We had the money, right?
Then we gave it back to Criminal Quint, correct?
That makes us accompanists.
It does?
Yes! That means we'll have to go to jail,
call each other Butch and wear those stripy jail clothes.
Stripes make me look pudgy. Don't call me Butch.
- There's only one thing to do. - What's that?
The right thing to do.
We'll get the money back ourselves.
Who could that be?
What do you want?
Good afternoon, sir.
We would like to make you an offer...
I mean I, a singular-type human person,
would like to make you an offer you can't refuse.
Criminal Quint is busy.
Wait! Don't shut us out...
I mean, don't shut me, singular-type human person out,
until you've seen this.
What is it?
It is a toilet plunger.
To steal all that money people throw down the drain.
It can be yours,
for the low introductory special-this-week-only price of...
$1 ,290,000.
In unmarked bills.
I mean, not in unmarked bills. I didn't say anything.
My stomach can talk?
Now what?
I am a baby.
"Dear Mr Criminal Quint,
Please take care of my baby. "
"His daddy worked at a bank, so he likes money. "
"Put him on the table by the money. "
"Sincerely, Timon. I mean the baby's mother. "
Come on in, little fella.
Merry Christmas and all that.
I'm Santa Claus and this is my reindeer, Pumbaa.
Hello, I am a reindeer.
We're here to give you presents.
You, Santa Claus, want to give me, Criminal Quint...
Christmas presents?
That's right.
I've checked my list twice and you've been a good criminal this year.
Therefore, you deserve a lot of presents.
But... it's the middle of June.
Is it?
You're right. It is.
Well, I'll have to take these presents back for now.
Can't be giving them away early.
Don't want to forget all this money, so we'll put it in here.
And we'll put that in here. Very well, see you.
Let's see. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid,
Donner, Blitzen and Pumbaa?
A mook and his money are soon parted.
- There's no reindeer named Pumbaa! - Odds bodkins.
No one steals stolen money from Criminal Quint!
He's gonna hurt us. You gotta do something.
What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?
I don't think that would apply to this situation.
Then I've got another idea.
Come on, boy. Jump!
Obtainment!
I have recovered my suitcase full of money.
I can't believe you gave him back the money.
But I didn't. That's our suitcase.
Looks like he's Convict Quint now.
Are you sure you did the right thing and returned the money?
Of course I did.
That's why they gave me such a big reward.
This looks like exactly $1 ,290,000 worth of stuff.
Isn't that ironic? That was the exact amount of the reward.
Pumbaa, this is perfection.
The most perfect spot to relax.
Do you know why this is the most perfect spot to relax?
Could it be the cooling shade of the shady tree,
the air-tickling pleasantness of the songbirds,
and the refreshingly coolified sky blue pond?
Exactly, my porcine pal.
Yes, this is the most perfect spot to relax.
Nobody, no way, nohow, is ever going to make us leave.
Hello, I'm Ted.
My name's Takin' and this is my pal, A Nap.
Together we're takin' a nap, so leave us alone.
That's all right. You won't disturb us, right, Ted?
That's right, won't disturb us at all.
That was very rude and not nice.
That it was. But don't you worry, pal.
I'll have a word with those ground squirrels.
Them and their highly developed social unit make me sick.
Think they can just come in here and kick us out.
This, the most perfect spot in the jungle, is now Club Ted.
A private club you can't enjoy unless your name is Ted.
- Right, Ted? - That's right, Ted.
Oh, shucks.
Now we're never going to get to relax in our perfect spot.
Never ever again.
Don't worry, Pumbaa.
We'll be taking a dip in that refreshing pond in no time.
Just do exactly as I say.
When I give you the big wink you say, "Hello, my name is Ted. "
What do you want?
Yeah, what do you want?
Hi, my name is Ted, not Timon.
And this is my pal, Pumbaa... Ted. Say hello, Ted.
Hello, my name is Ted.
Hello there, you two guys named Ted.
Yeah, hello, Teds.
It's working.
Welcome to Club Ted.
Does this mean we're official, card-carrying members?
- Of course. - That's right.
Just as soon as you perform the initiation task.
Initiation task?
- It's very simple. - Quite simple.
All you must do is...
Hang these jingly bells around the neck of the lion.
You mean the big meat-eating lion that lives at Savage Rock?
Yeah, that's the one.
How are we going to get the bells on the lion exactly?
I'll think of something.
Who are you?
And what are you planning on doing with those jingly bells?
We're the Jingle Bell Squad.
We're here to protect all Serengeti citizens
by giving them these bells.
- He's not buying it. - OK. I got another one.
We're government surplus jingle bell distributors,
here to give you your allotted quantity of free jingly bells.
We're Santa's helper elves
and we're here to give you a special present.
Santa! A special present for me?
Yes. Santa wants you to have this special Santa bells.
You must never take them off no matter what anyone tells you.
This is grand, my own set of bells. I will never take them off.
- The task is complete. - What are you bellowing about?
We did the initiation, so now we're members. Let us in. Come on.
Putting jingly bells on the lion is impossible.
- But they did it, what do we do? - Leave it to me.
My future clubmates,
we must have proof that the lion is wearing the jingly bells.
What kind of proof?
Remove the bells and return with them here.
We gotta bring the jingly bells back?
Yes.
But Timon, you told the lion never to take the jingly bells off.
Quiet, I'm in the midst of being ingenious.
Yes!
We have returned victorious with the jingly bells.
Not to mention a new watch.
There is another task to perform, before you may be admitted.
Now what?
We gotta put the bells back on the lion?
No, that would be silly.
You've gotta put this suit on him.
Quiet!
Yes?
Telegram for Mr Lion
Telegram for Mr Lion
Thanks.
"Dear Mr Lion, You are hereby officially invited
to Buckingham Palace for a gala celebration in your honour. "
"This is a formal event, you must wear a suit. "
"Signed, the President of the United States. "
A suit?
Where can I get a suit on such short notice?
Somebody ask for a suit?
No. This mane and fur combo has got to go.
What are we trying to say? Mangy scavenger?
Work with me, Leo. Work with me a little bit.
A nip and tuck in the hindquarters.
Yes! I think we got it.
I'm a stud.
Our work here is done. We gotta be going, so...
That's my watch.
And you bear a striking resemblance to those telegram guys.
It wasn't us. I mean, what telegram guys?
We're in trouble.
Come to think of it, you were Santa's helpers, too!
What's going on around here?
We have put the suit on the lion as you requested.
He wasn't none too happy about it, neither.
Now open up.
I'd really like to let you in,
but we need proof that the suit is on the lion.
Yeah, proof. That's what we need.
So you go back to the lion...
No, Ted. I don't think we'll be going anywhere.
You see, the lion wanted to meet all you Teds.
Thus, we led him here.
And he's not very happy.
So, you're the annoying little Teds
who kept making these guys bother me.
Hello.
- You know what, Pumbaa? - No, what?
I don't want to be in any club that won't accept me as a member.
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush, my darling, Don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush, my darling
Don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
I'm on my way On my way