Timon and Pumbaa were walking back to their home from Pride Rock, following the birth of Simba’s new child.
“Well he’s gonna be a great father” said Timon, eager to start some conversation with Pumbaa.
“Yeah, I’m really really proud of our lil guy, THEY GROW UP SO FAST!” Immediately sobbed Pumbaa
“Oh there, there big guy, he said he’ll visit often.”
“They never do!” Shouted Pumbaa
“Hey, it’s starting to get late, I think we should take refuge in the tree of life right over there. I bet Rafiki would be kind enough to let us in.” Timon pointed at the Tree of Life down the road from the duo.
Timon knocked on the door, “Hey, Rafiki! Would ya be a dear and let us spend the night?? PLEASE?”
The door creaked open slowly, no one was clearly opening it up for them. Timon and Pumbaa stepped into the dark tree. Bowls of fruit and spices covered tables made out of acacia wood.
Suddenly a voice calmly spoke,
“I will let you stay, IF you test out some spells for me...”
Timon and Pumbaa knew that voice belonged to Rafiki, but they couldn’t see him.
A hand grabbed Pumbaa’s shoulder and dragged him off into the darkness of the tree. Timon quickly turned around and saw Pumbaa screaming as he was being taken by the force.
“DONT WORRY PUMBAA IM COMIN’!” But before Timon could take a step, the force grabbed him as well.
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