"No, Nala," Simba said, refusing to budge, "I'm not going to let you kill yourself eating."

Nala muttered something Simba couldn't quite hear, then tried to push past him. He resisted for a few moments, before batting one of her legs out from under her and bringing her down. He followed this up by climbing onto her back, preventing her, with her excess weight from rising, "hey, get off."

"No way," Simba replied, staying put, "I won't get off till you agree to lose some weight."

Simba waited longer than he expected to, before Nala finally cracked, and said, "okay, you win, I'll lose weight."

"Good," Simba said, climbing down off her back and allowing her to rise, "come on."

"Where are we going," Nala asked as she followed Simba, barely managing to block out the alluring scent of the hippo.