Scene from Disney’s ‘The Lion King’

Here is a scene from “The Lion King” with Timon, Simba, Pumbaa and Scar.

The copy was Compiled by Phil “Stokowski” Pollard in 1997.

The scenes cast include:
Pumbaa: A well-padded warthog and friend of Timon. A
little slow, but when he catches on, it’s surprising what he
can do. Has a flatulence problem.

Scar: Younger brother of Mufasa. Uncle of Simba. Has a vertical scar across
his right eye that presumably accounts for his name.

Simba: The cub of Mufasa. Soon to be King of Pride Rock.

Timon: An outcast meerkat; a friend of Pumbaa. Very self-reliant,
quite a fast talker.

Address and Depaint Scene

{Camera change to Scar addressing the lionesses by the
moon on Pride Rock.}

Scar: Mufasa’s death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose
Simba, who had barely begun to live…

{Camera pans around the lionesses. Some of them, with Zazu, are
comforting Sarabi, who bends her head in extreme pain. Nala is
rubbing against her mother’s paw, crying.}

Scar: …For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a
heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the
ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the
dawning of a new era… {The hyenas start emerging, casting
eerie green shadows and laughing hollowly} …in
which lion and hyena come together, in a great and
glorious future! {Scar ascends Pride Rock as the hyenas
appear in full force.}

{The camera pans to Rafiki who is shaking his head in the
distance. The scene changes with Rafiki in the same position.
He is in his tree house. After wiping away a tear, he
reaches up and rubs his hand across the cub painting,
smearing it. The camera changes. The painting, smeared, is
overlaid on Simba laying out in the hot desert sun.}

[Buzzards – Intro to Hakuna Matata Scene]

{Buzzards are circling the cub’s body. One descends, then
all. They circle around it. With a blast of music, Timon
riding Pumbaa appears and dives into the midst of the
buzzards. They slap and kick the buzzards all away.}

Timon: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahh! Get out! Get out! Get
outta here! Whoo!

Pumbaa: I love it! Bowling for buzzards!

Timon: {Laughing, dusting himself off} Gets ’em every time.

Pumbaa: {Looking at Simba} Uh-oh. Hey Timon. You better
come look. I think it’s still alive.

Timon: Ewww…

{Timon walks to the front of Simba. He is lying with his
paw over his face.}

Timon: All righty, what have we got here? {he smells
Simba}

{He tries to lift Simba’s paw. He can’t. He gets under it
and with a great push gets it above his head. He sees
Simba’s face.}

Timon: Jeez, it’s a lion! {Jumping up on Pumbaa} Run,
Pumbaa! Move it!

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon. It’s just a little lion. Look at him.
He’s so cute, and all alone! Can we keep him?

Timon: {Yelling into Pumbaa’s ear, which creates a reverberating
effect} Pumbaa, are you nuts? We’re talking about a lion.
Lions eat guys like us.

Pumbaa: But he’s so little.

{He leans over to regard Simba, and accidentally dumps Timon
from his head.}

Timon: He’s gonna get bigger.

Pumbaa: {Seen from Timon’s point of view on the ground, with a
huge nose) Maybe he’ll be on our side.

Timon: A–huh! That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe
he’ll b– …Hey, I got it! What if he’s on our side?
You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad
idea.

Pumbaa: So we keeping ‘im?

Timon: Of course. Who’s the brains in this outfit?

{Pumbaa scoops Simba up on his tusks}

Pumbaa: Uhhh…

Timon: My point exactly. Jeez, I’m fried. Let’s get out of
here and find some shade.

{Pumbaa trots off with Timon on his back and carrying Simba.}

[Hakuna Matata Scene]

{Camera switch to Pumbaa, Timon, and Simba near a pool of
water and oasis. Simba has been laid near the water. Timon
splashes some water in Simba’s face. Simba stirs.}

Timon: You okay, kid?

Simba: I guess so.

Pumbaa: You nearly died.

Timon: I saved you.

Pumbaa: {Snorts at Timon}

Timon: Well, uh, Pumbaa helped. A little.

Simba: {Dully} Thanks for your help.

{Simba heads off quietly back out towards the desert.}

Timon: Hey, where you going?

Simba: Nowhere.

Timon: {Watching Simba, talking to Pumbaa} Gee. He looks
blue.

Pumbaa: I’d say brownish-gold.

Timon: No, no, no, no. I mean he’s depressed.

Pumbaa: Oh.

{Pumbaa trots up to Simba}

Pumbaa: Hey kid, what’s eatin’ ya?

Timon: Nothing; he’s at the top of the food chain!
Ahhhhhhha ha haaa! The food cha-haain! {Pumbaa and Simba
stare at him silently} Ha ha hum… ahem. {Realizing his
joke flopped} So, where you from…?

Simba: Who cares? I can’t go back.

Timon: Ahh. You’re an outcast! That’s great, so are we.

Pumbaa: What’cha do, kid?

Simba: Something terrible. But I don’t wanna talk about it.

Timon: Good. We don’t wanna hear about it.

Pumbaa: {To Timon} Come on, Timon. {To Simba} Anything we
can do?

Simba: Not unless you can change the past.

Pumbaa: You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon
here says, “You got to put your behind in your past…”

Timon: {Waving arms} No. No. No.

Pumbaa: I mean…

Timon: Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. {to Simba}
It’s “You got to put your past behind you.” Look, kid. Bad
things happen, and you can’t do anything about it, right?

Simba: Right.

Timon: {Pokes Simba’s nose} Wrong! When the world turns its back
on you, you turn your back on the world.

Simba: Well, that’s not what I was taught.

Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me.
{Clears throat} Hakuna Matata.

Simba: {Still lethargic} What?

Pumbaa: Ha-ku-na Ma-ta-ta. It means “No worries.”

{Full Song, no fade in except in marimba chords}

Timon:
Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase

Pumbaa:
Hakuna Matata!
Ain’t no passing craze

Timon:
It means no worries
For the rest of your days

{Timon pulls Simba over to a green bush and leans him back on it.}

Both:
It’s our problem-free
Philosophy

Timon: {Filing down one of Simba’s claws}
Hakuna Matata!

{Spoken section over background}

Simba: Hakuna matata?

Pumbaa: Yeah, it’s our motto.

Simba: What’s a motto?

Timon: Nothing! What’s a motto with you? Ahh ha ha ha…

Pumbaa: {Laughing} You know, kid– These two words will
solve all your problems.

Timon: That’s right! Take Pumbaa for example.

{Back into song}

Timon:
Why, when he was a young warthog…

Pumbaa: {Italian counter-tenor range}
When I was a young wart hoooog!

Timon: {Speaking, cleaning ear} Very nice.

Pumbaa: Thanks!

Timon: {Singing}
He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after every meal

Pumbaa:
I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind

And oh, the shame
{Timon: He was ashamed!}
Thoughta changin’ my name
{Oh, what’s in a name?}
And I got downhearted
{How did you feel?}
Ev’rytime that I…

Timon: {Speaking} Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!

Pumbaa: {Speaking} Oh… sorry.

{String pizzicato. Simba looks into the camera, surprised.}

{Simba watches with growing interest as Timon hoists Pumbaa into a
vine loop above his head, where he begins swinging.}

Pumbaa and Timon:
Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata!
Ain’t no passing craze

Simba: {After becoming more and more enthusiastic, he finally
joins in singing, a spotlight falling on him.)
It means no worries
For the rest of your days

Timon: {Not singing, doing a vaudeville knee-slide up to Simba}
Yeah, sing it, kid!

Simba and Timon:
It’s our problem-free ………..
Pumbaa: {Landing next to them, with a flatulent sound}
………………… philosophy…

All three:
Hakuna Matata!

{Timon pulls back a fern leaf, revealing a beautiful view
of a rift-jungle. Waterfalls and rugged terrain make a
beautiful view. Harp runs accentuate the scene.}

Timon: Welcome… to our humble home.

Simba: You live here?

Timon: We live wherever we want.

Pumbaa: Yep. Home is where your rump rests. Heh!

Simba: It’s beautiful.

Pumbaa: {Loud raunchy belch} I’m starved.

Simba: I’m so hungry I could eat a whole zebra.

{Timon is rather disturbed by Simba’s want for meat– a little
bit taken aback and a little bit I-knew-this-would-happen.}

Timon: Eeeahhah. We’re fresh out of zebra.

Simba: Any antelope?

Timon: Na ah.

Simba: {A bit desperate} Hippo?

Timon: Nope. Listen, kid; if you live with us, you have to
eat like us. Hey, this looks like a good spot to
rustle up some grub.

{Timon has stopped in front of a log. Pumbaa forces it up
with his snout, revealing many insects. Timon picks one up.}

Simba: Eeew. What’s that?

Timon: A grub. What’s it look like?

Simba: Eeew. Gross.

Timon: {Eating, mouth full} Mmmm. Tastes like chicken.

{Pumbaa slurps up a large worm from the ground. Both
Timon and Pumbaa are feasting on bugs by now.}

Pumbaa: {Slurping} Slimy, yet satisfying.

Timon: {Grabbing a bug} These are rare delicacies. Mmmm.
{Crunches} Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch.

Pumbaa: You’ll learn to love ’em.

Timon: I’m telling you, kid, this is the great life. No
rules. No responsibilities. {pokes his hand into a knothole–
many bugs scramble out} Oooh! The little cream-filled kind.
{munch} And best of all, no worries.

{Timon has been collecting bugs on a leaf. He offers it to
Simba. Simba picks out a grub.}

Timon: Well, kid?

Simba: Oh well– Hakuna Matata. {He eats}

{music}

Simba: {Looking more cheerful} Slimy, yet satisfying.

Timon: That’s it!

{The bugs fly off the leaf in a colorful flutter.}

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Here is the beginning scene:
The scene is with Scar, Zazu and Mufasa chasing a mouse

[Mouse / Challenge Scene]

{Cue mouse sounds}

{Visual fade into mouse in cave}

{Mouse comes out and starts preening in the light. Begins
sniffing. Becomes frightened. Suddenly a large lion paw
swoops down and catches him.}

{Cue the Scar theme (dissonant, slow, reed theme). Fade in
slowly and up full during speech}

{Camera switch to Scar holding the squeaking and
struggling mouse in his paw. He talks to it while playing
with it}

Scar: Life’s not fair, is it? You see I — well, I… shall
never be King. {exhale lightly} And you… shall never
see the light of another day. {closed-mouth laughter.
Starts to place the mouse on his extended tongue} …
Adieu… {quiet laugh}

Zazu : {Interrupting} Didn’t your mother ever tell you not
to play with your food?

Scar: {Light sigh. The mouse is under his paw.} What do you want?

Zazu: I’m here to announce that King Mufasa is on his way. {bows}
…So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the
ceremony this morning.

{The mouse runs away from Scar}

Scar: Oh now look, Zazu; you’ve made me lose my lunch.

Zazu: Hah! You’ll lose more than that when the King gets
through with you. He’s as mad as a hippo with a
hernia.

Scar: Oooh… I quiver with FEAR.

{On “FEAR” Scar crouches down and is baring his teeth at
Zazu.}

Zazu: {Very concerned} Now Scar, don’t look at me that
way… HELP!

{Scar quickly pounces on the bird, catching him in his mouth.}

Mufasa: {Almost immediately and off-camera} Scar! …

Scar: {Mouth full} Mm-hmm?

Mufasa: Drop him.

Zazu: {Speaking from Scar’s mouth} Impeccable timing, your
majesty.

{Scar spits the bird out, covered with saliva}

Zazu: {Slimed} Eyyccch.

Scar: {Sarcastically overjoyed} 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: {Faking astonishment} That was today? Oh, I feel
simply awful.

{He turns and start scraping his claws on the rock wall.
Zazu cringes at the sound.}

Scar: {Admiring his claws} …Must have slipped my mind.

Zazu: Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king’s
brother, you should have been first in line!

{Scar clicks his teeth at Zazu, who has flown near his
face. Zazu takes cover behind Mufasa’s foreleg. Scar bends
down to speak to him.}

Scar: Well, I was first in line… until the little hairball
was born.

Mufasa: {Lowering his head and meeting Scar eye to eye}
That “hairball” is my son… and your future king.

Scar: Ohh, I shall practice my curtsy.

{Scar turns away and starts to exit}

Mufasa: {Warning} Don’t turn your back on me, Scar.

Scar: {Looking back} Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps YOU shouldn’t
turn YOUR back on me.

Mufasa: {Roars and literally jumps in front of Scar, baring
his teeth for the first time} Is that a challenge?

Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn’t dream of challenging you.

Zazu: Pity! Why not?

Scar: {Looking at Zazu} Well, as far as brains go, I got
the lion’s share. But, when it comes to brute strength
{looking at Mufasa} …I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end
of the gene pool.

{Exit Scar}

Zazu: {Deep sigh} There’s one in every family, sire… Two
in mine, actually. {perches on Mufasa’s shoulder} And
they always manage to ruin special occasions.

Mufasa: What am I going to do with him?

Zazu: He’d make a very handsome throw rug.

Mufasa: {Chiding} Zazu!

Zazu: And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could
take him out and BEAT him.

{They exit, chuckling. Pan out into open savannah.}