{scar rubs and pats simba's head}
simba: {snorts sarcastically} yeah, right, i'm your only nephew.
scar: all the more reason for me to be protective... an elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince... {faking surprise} oops!
simba: {enthusiastic} an elephant what? whoa.
scar: {faking dismay} oh dear, i've said too much... well, i suppose you'd have found sooner or later, you being so clever and all... {pulling simba near} oh, just do me one favor-- promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place.
simba: {thinks} no problem.
scar: there's a good lad. you run along now and have fun. and remember... it's our little secret.
{simba leaves the rock, scar walks away with an evil smile. menacing music.}
[bath scene - intro to water hole scene]
{simba is running down the slope of the bottom part of pride rock. he runs down towards two lionesses (sarabi and sarafina). sarafina is giving nala a bath. music is light, almost jazzy. pan flute lead.}
simba: hey, nala.
nala: hi, simba.
simba: come on. i just heard about this great place.
nala: {through clenched teeth} simba! i'm kind of in the middle of a bath.
sarabi: and it's time for yours.
{simba tries (too late) to escape; sarabi bends down and grabs him. she proceeds to give the struggling cub a bath.}
simba: mom! ...mom. you're messing up my mane.
{sarabi smiles.}
simba: okay, okay, i'm clean. can we go now?
nala: so where are we going? it better not be anyplace dumb.
simba: no. it's really cool.
sarabi: so where is this 'really cool' place?
simba: oh. {thinks} uh... around the water hole.
nala: the water hole? what's so great about the water hole?
simba: {whisper} i'll show you when we get there.
nala: {whisper} oh. {normal} uh... mom, can i go with simba?
sarafina: hmm... what do you think, sarabi?
sarabi: well...
nala and simba: {through broad, forced grins} pleeeease?
sarabi: it's all right with me...
{nala and simba are overjoyed}
nala: all right!
simba: yeah!
sarabi: ...as long as zazu goes with you.
{simba and nala stop dead in their celebration}
simba: no. not zazu.
[water hole scene]
{camera is at a ground angle slightly behind the cubs walking towards the water hole. zazu is visible in the sky overhead.}
zazu: step lively. the sooner we get to the water hole, the sooner we can leave.
{camera angle changes to the cubs from an immediate real view}
nala: {whisper} so where we really going?
simba: {whisper} an elephant graveyard.
nala: wow!
simba: {whisper} shhh! zazu.
nala: {whisper} right. so how are we gonna ditch the dodo?
{camera switch to just above zazu. we hear the cubs whispering back and forth below}
simba: {whispering} oh, i know how we can--
zazu: {flying down} oh, just look at you two. little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. your parents will be thrilled... {he lands in front of them} ...what with your being betrothed and all.
simba: be-what?
zazu: betrothed. intended. affianced.
nala: meaning...?
zazu: {as though holding on to his coat lapels} one day, you two are going to be married!
simba: yuck!
nala: ewww.
simba: i can't marry her. she's my friend.
nala: yeah. it'd be too weird.
zazu: well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle- doves have no choice. it's a tradition...
{simba mimics zazu during these last words}
zazu: ...going back generations.
simba: well, when i'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.
zazu: not so long as i'm around.
{start fading in intro to 'i just can't wait to be king'}
simba: well, in that case, you're fired.
zazu: hmmm... nice try, but only the king can do that. {pokes simba's nose}
nala: well, he's the future king.
simba: yeah. {thumping zazu's chest} so you have to do what i tell you.
zazu: not yet i don't. and with an attitude like that, i'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.
simba: hmph. not the way i see it.
{full song, colors change to wild pop-african. background abruptly becomes surreal, brightly-colored cartoon style.}
simba: i'm gonna be a mighty king
so enemies beware!
zazu: well, i've never seen a king of beasts
{plucks simba's hair where mane would be}
with quite so little hair
{simba gets a mane of leaves}
simba: i'm gonna be the mane event
like no king was before
{climbs a log}
i'm brushing up on looking down
i'm working on my roar
{on 'roar' he shouts at zazu, startling him backwards into a puddle}
zazu: {drying on what appears to be a hanging towel}
thus far, a rather uninspiring thing
{camera pulls back; reveals the 'towel' as the ear of a red elephant which hits zazu with its trunk as with a golf club, sending him skipping like a stone across a shallow pool of water; the cubs follow immediately.}
simba: oh, i just can't wait to be king!
zazu: {speaking} you've rather a long way to go, young master, if you think...
{for this verse zazu is making quick spoken-part replies to each line. simba and nala are on each side of zazu; as he turns to talk to one, the other makes faces at him.}
simba: no one saying do this
{zazu: now when i said that, i--}
nala: no one saying be there
{zazu: what i meant was...}
simba: no one saying stop that
{zazu: look, what you don't realize...}
simba and nala: no one saying see here
{zazu: now see here!}
simba: free to run around all day
{simba and nala are now riding ostriches}
{zazu: well, that's definitely out...}
simba: free to do it all my way!
zazu: {flying ahead of the cubs, looking back to speak to them and so not paying attention ahead}
i think it's time that you and i
arranged a heart to heart
{flies into a rhino}
simba: kings don't need advice
from little hornbills for a start
{lights on a branch}
