Pumbaa:
     His carefree days with us are history

 Timon and Pumbaa:
     In short, our pal is doomed

 {They let loose crying full force.}

 [Hammock Scene]

 Simba: Isn't this a great place?

 Nala: It is beautiful. But I don't understand something.
     You've been alive all this time. Why didn't you come
     back to Pride Rock?

 Simba: {Climbing into a "hammock" of hanging vines} Well,
     I just needed to... get out on my own. Live my own
     life. And I did. And it's great. {He sounds almost as
     if trying to convince himself as well as Nala.}

 Nala: {Voice catching, as though barely under control} We've
     really needed you at home.

 Simba: {Quieter} No one needs me.

 Nala: Yes, we do! You're the king.

 Simba: Nala, we've been through this. I'm not the king.
     Scar is.

 Nala: Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.

 Simba: What?

 Nala: Everything's destroyed. There's no food. No water.
     Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will
     starve.

 Simba: I can't go back.

 Nala: {Louder} Why?

 Simba: You wouldn't understand.

 Nala: What wouldn't I understand?

 Simba: {Hastily} No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata.

 Nala: {Confused} What?

 Simba: Hakuna Matata. It's something I learned out here.
     Look, sometimes bad things happen...

 Nala: Simba!

 Simba: (Continuing, irritated) ...And there's nothing you can do
     about it. So why worry?

 {Simba starts away from Nala, walking on a fallen tree.  Nala
 trots back up to him.}

 Nala: Because it's your responsibility!

 Simba: Well, what about you? YOU left.

 Nala: I left to find help! And I found YOU. Don't you
     understand? You're our only hope.

 Simba: Sorry.

 Nala: What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I
     remember.

 Simba: You're right. I'm not. Now are you satisfied?

 Nala: No, just disappointed.

 Simba: You know, you're starting to sound like my father.
     {Walking away again}

 Nala: Good. At least one of us does.

 {Simba is obviously cut by the comment about his father;
 he tears into Nala with his words.}

 Simba: {Angry} Listen, you think you can just show up and
     tell me how to live my life? You don't even know what
     I've been through!

 Nala: I would if you would just tell me!

 Simba: Forget it!

 Nala: Fine!

 {Simba walks off. Camera switch to Simba pacing in a field.}

 Simba: She's wrong. I can't go back.  What would it prove,
     anyway? It won't change anything. You can't change the
     past.

 {He looks up at the stars.}

     You said you'd always be there for me! But you're not.
     And it's because of me. It's my fault. It's my fault.

 {He bows his head, choking back tears. The camera backs to
 a far view and then zooms over to Rafiki in a nearby tree.
 We hear his chant. Just for fun, I've included its translation.}

         Rafiki's Chant:         Translation:

         Asante sana!            [Thank you very much!]
         Squash banana!          [Squash banana!]
         We we nugu!             [You're a BABOON,]
         Mi mi apana!            [And I'm not!]

 {Simba seems slightly annoyed by the chant. He moves away.
 Rafiki, elated by the sight of Simba, follows him.
 Simba lies down on a log over a pond. A rock disturbs the
 water; Rafiki, now in a nearby tree, starts his chant again.}

 Simba: Come on, will you cut it out?

 {Rafiki, laughing, is doing random acrobatics in the trees nearby.}

 Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It'll grow right back! {laughs}

 {Simba starts walking away. Rafiki follows.}

 Simba: Creepy little monkey. Will you stop following me?
     Who are you?

 Rafiki: {In front of Simba, then right in his face.} The
     question is: Whooo... are you?

 Simba: {Startled, then sighing} I thought I knew. Now I'm not so sure.

 Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. Shh. Come here. It's a
     secret.

 {He pulls Simba's head over to whisper into his ear. He
 starts his chant into Simba's ear and laughs.}

     Asante sana!
     Squash banana!
     We we nugu!
     Mi mi apana!

 Simba: Enough already. what's that supposed to mean,
     anyway?

 Rafiki: It means you are a baboon-- and I'm not. {laughs}

 Simba: {Moving away} I think... you're a little confused.

 Rafiki: {Magically in front of Simba again} Wrong. I'm not the
     one who's confused; you don't even know who you are.

 Simba: {Irritated, sarcastic} Oh, and I suppose you know?

 Rafiki: Sure do; you're Mufasa's boy.

 {Simba is surprised by this revelation. Rafiki disappears
 off stage right.}

     Bye!

 {Cue music: "Lala" theme.}

 BS: We sangoma ngi velelwe  [Oh, spiritual healer, I'm troubled]
     We baba ngivelelwe      [Oh, my father, I'm in pain]
     We baba ngivelelwe      [Oh, my father, I'm in pain]

 Simba: Hey, wait!

 {Simba chases after him. When we catch up. Rafiki is in a
 meditative lotus position on a rock.}

        You knew my father?

 Rafiki: {Monotone} Correction-- I know your father.

 Simba: I hate to tell you this, but... he died. A long time
     ago.

 {Rafiki leaps off the rock over to a dense jungle-like area.}

 Rafiki: Nope. Wrong again! Ha ha hah! He's alive! And
     I'll show him to you. You follow old Rafiki, he knows
     the way. Come on!

 {Rafiki leads Simba through the brush. Simba has trouble
 keeping up due to his size. The music slips into African
 chant.}

 Rafiki: Don't dawdle. Hurry up!

 Simba: Hey, whoa. Wait, wait.

 Rafiki: Come on, come on.

 Simba: Would you slow down?

 {Rafiki is seen flitting through the canopy ahead of Simba,
 laughing hollowly and whooping.  Simba struggles to keep up.
 Suddenly, Rafiki appears with his hand held up right into
 Simba's face.}

 Rafiki: STOP!

 {Rafiki motions to Simba near some reeds.}

     Shhh.

 {He parts the reeds and points past them with his staff.}

     Look down there.

 {Simba quietly and carefully works his way out. He looks
 over the edge and sees his reflection in a pool of water
 He first seems a bit startled, perhaps at his own mature
 appearance, but then realizes what he's looking at.}

 Simba: {Disappointed sigh} That's not my father. That's just
     my reflection.

 Rafiki: Noo. Look harder.

 {Rafiki motions over the pool. Ripples form, distorting Simba's
 reflection; they resolve into Mufasa's face. A deep rumbling noise
 is heard.

     You see, he lives in you.

 {Simba is awestruck. The wind picks up. In the air the
 huge image of Mufasa is forming from the clouds. He
 appears to be walking from the stars. The image is ghostly
 at first, but steadily gains color and coherence.}

 Mufasa: {Quietly at first} Simba . . .

 Simba: Father?

 Mufasa: Simba, you have forgotten me.

 Simba: No. How could I?

 Mufasa: You have forgotten who you are, and so have forgotten
     me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what
     you have become. You must take your place in the
     Circle of Life.

 Simba: How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.

 {Shot of cloud-Mufasa, with glowing yellow eyes.  He is framed
 in swirling clouds, radiating golden light.}

 Mufasa: Remember who you are. You are my son, and the one
     true king.

 {Close up of Simba's face, bathed in the golden light, showing
 a mixture of awe, fear, and sadness.  The image of Mufasa starts
 to fade.}

     Remember who you are.

 {Mufasa is disappearing rapidly into clouds. Simba runs into
 the fields trying to keep up with the image.}

 Simba: No. Please! Don't leave me.
 Mufasa: Remember...
 Simba: Father!
 Mufasa: Remember...
 Simba: Don't leave me.
 Mufasa: Remember . . .

 {Simba is left out in the fields. There is just a cloud
 left where his father's image was. The wind tosses the grass
 restlessly. Rafiki approaches.}

 Rafiki: What was THAT? {laughs} The weather-- Pbbbah!
     Very peculiar. Don't you think?

 Simba: Yeah. Looks like the winds are changing.

 Rafiki: Ahhh. Change is good.

 Simba: Yeah, but it's not easy. I know what I have to do.
     But, going back means I'll have to face my past. I've
     been running from it for so long.

 {Rafiki whacks Simba on the head with his staff.}

     Oww! Jeez-- What was that for?

 Rafiki: It doesn't matter; it's in the past! {laughs}

 Simba: {Rubbing head} Yeah, but it still hurts.

 Rafiki: Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it,
     you can either run from it, or... learn from it.

 {He swings at Simba with his staff again. This time Simba
 ducks.}

     Hah, you see! So what are you going to do?

 Simba: First, I'm gonna take your stick.

 {Simba tosses Rafiki's staff to the side.}

 Rafiki: No, no, no, no! Not the stick!

 {As Rafiki picks up his staff, Simba starts running off.}

     Hey, where are you going?

 Simba: {Shouting back} I'm going back!

 Rafiki: Good! Go on! Get out of here! {laughs, hoots, n'
     hollers. As he holds his staff above his head, a few
     shooting stars zing across the sky.  Music rises into
     celebratory "Busa" theme:}

 BS: Busa le lizwe   {I actually hear this line as "This land, invincible."}
     Busa le lizwe          [Rule this land]
     Busa le lizwe          [Rule this land]
     Busa lomhlaba          [Rule this land]

     Sabusa le lizwe        [You shall rule this land]
     Sabusa le lizwe        [You shall rule this land]
     Sabusa le lizwe        [You shall rule this land]
     Busa lomhlaba          [Rule this land]

 [Timon and Nala Scene]

 {Camera switch to Timon and Pumbaa sleeping. Timon is
 curled up on Pumbaa; Pumbaa is lying on his back. Both are
 snoring. In his snore, Pumbaa occasionally mumbles
 "Grubs, grubs." Nala approaches and taps Timon with a paw.}

 Nala: Hey. Hey, wake up.

 {Timon wakes up and see a huge lion face in his view. He
 starts screaming and Pumbaa joins in.}

 Nala: It's OK. Whoa, whoa. It's OK. It's ME.

 Timon: Don't ever do that again! Carnivores, oy!

 Nala: Have you guys seen Simba?

 Timon: {Holding a hand to his head} I thought he was with you.

 Nala: He was, but now I can't find him. Where is he?

 {We hear Rafiki's laugh; he's sitting in a tree above them.}

 Rafiki: Ho, ho, ho, ho. You won't find him here. Ha ha.
     The king... has returned.

 Nala: {Quietly} I can't believe it. {louder, amazed} He's
     gone back.

 Timon: Gone back? What do you mean? {Looks where Rafiki
     was; Rafiki is now gone} Hey! What's goin' on here?
     Who's the monkey?

 Nala: Simba's gone to challenge Scar.

 Timon: Who?

 Nala: Scar.

 Pumbaa: Who's got a scar?

 Nala: {Shaking head} No, no, no. It's his uncle.

 Timon: The monkey's his uncle?

 Nala: No! Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take
     his place as king.

 Timon and Pumbaa: Ohhh.

 [Running Scene]

 {With accompanying music (a restatement of the "Busa" theme),
 we see a far shot of Simba charging full speed across the
 desert. A layover is faded in of Simba's feet pounding the sand.}

[Ledge Scene]

 {Simba slowly crosses the desolated land. He reaches
 the lip of a cliff and looks out over his former home. Mostly
 lacking in life, it is painted in grays. Seeing the desolation,
 a look of determination, even fury, appears on Simba's face.}

 Nala: Simba, wait up! {She trots up next to him on the ledge}
     ...It's awful, isn't it?

 Simba: I didn't want to believe you.

 Nala: What made you come back?

 Simba: I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've
     got the bump to prove it. Besides, this is my kingdom.
     If I don't fight for it, who will?

 Nala: I will.

 Simba: It's gonna be dangerous.

 Nala: {Quoting young Simba} Danger? Ha! I laugh in the
     face of danger. Ha ha ha ha.

 Timon: I see nothing funny about this.

 Simba: Timon? Pumbaa? What are you doing here?

 Pumbaa: {Bowing on one foreleg} At your service, my liege.

 Timon: Uh. We're going to fight your uncle... for this?

 Simba: Yes, Timon; this is my home.

 Timon: Ffh. Talk about your fixer-upper. Well, Simba, if
     it's important to you, {bows} we're with you to the end.

 {Simba smiles appreciatively. Nice scene with the four
 of them on the ledge viewing the work ahead of them.}

 [Hula scene]

 {Camera switches to Simba. Nala, Timon, and Pumbaa
 sneaking up to the edge of Pride Rock. From behind a log,
 they observe close up the hordes of hyenas.}

 Timon: Hyenas. I hate hyenas. {To Simba, whispering} So
     what's your plan for gettin' past those guys?

 Simba: Live bait.

 Timon: Good idea. {Realizing} Heeey.

 Simba: Come on, Timon-- you guys have to create a diversion.

 Timon: {Incredulous} What do you want me to do? Dress in drag
     and do the hula?

 {Camera switch to Timon in a hula outfit. The music sung
 is The Hawaiian War Chant much like the Spike Jones
 arrangement. Pumbaa is set up like a roast pig, even with
 an apple in his mouth. Jungle drum riff.}

     Luau!

     If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat
     Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat

     Come on down and dine
     On this tasty swine
     All you have to do is get in line

 {Parenthetical parts are Pumbaa singing; the apple is at his feet.}

     Aaaare you achin'
     (Yup, yup, yup)
     Foooor some bacon?
     (Yup, yup, yup)
     Heeee's a big pig
     (Yup, yup)
     You could be a big pig too.

     Oy!

 {The run off screaming to lead some of the hyenas away.
 Simba and Nala make it by.}

 Simba: Nala, you find my mother and rally the lionesses.
     {determinedly} I'll look for Scar.

 [Confrontation Scene]

 {Simba is making his way up Pride Rock. Scar calling his
 mother causes him to pause and watch.}