加载中…【配音区】《狮子王》 中英字幕+剧本
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Lion
From
从我们出生的那一刻
And,blinking,step
睁开眼睛走入阳光
There's
那儿有你看不完的东西
More
有你做不完的事
There's
有数不尽你无法体会经验的事
More
有找不完的宝藏
But
可是太阳高挂在天空
Through
在那色彩多变的天空中
Keeps
不论伟大与渺小都保存下来
It's
那是生生不息
And
而那感动了你我
Through
历经绝望与希望
Through
历经信心与爱
Till
直到我们找到归属之地
On
在我们已知的种种之中
In
在那生生不息之中
The
生生不息…
It's
生生不息
And
而那令我们感动
Through
历经绝望与希望
Through
历经信心与爱
Till
直到我们找到归属之地
On
在我们已知的种种之中
In
在那生生不息之中
The
生生不息…
Life's
生命真不公平啊！
You
你看我呢，永远都当不上王
And
而你永远也见不到明天了
And
再见
Didn't
你妈妈没有教你
What
The lion
king
(The Serengeti Plains in East Africa. The sun is bright, the trees
are green and the animals live happily.)
Circle of Life
From
the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There is more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There’s far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire（蔚蓝，蓝宝石） sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
It’s the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding（放松，绕开）
In the
circle
The circle of life
Scar: Life is not fair, is it?
You see I , well, I shall never be a king. And you shall never see
the light of another day, and you…
Zazu(Z for short): Didn’t your mother ever tell you not play with your food?
Scar: What do you want?
Z: I’m here to announce that king Mufasa is on his way. So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Zazu(Z for short): Didn’t your mother ever tell you not play with your food?
Scar: What do you want?
Z: I’m here to announce that king Mufasa is on his way. So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Scar: Oh, now look, Zazu, you’ve made me lose my
lunch
Z: Ha! You’ll lose more than that when the king gets through with you. He’s as mad as a hippo with a hernia.
Scar: I quiver with fear.
Z: Now, Scar, Don’t look at me that way. Help!
Mufasa(M for short): Scar, drop him.
Z: Impeccable timing, your majesty.
Scar: Why, if it isn’t my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
M: Sarabi and I didn’t see you at presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful. Must it have slipped from my mind?
Z: Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king’s brother, you should have been first in line!
Scar: Well, I was the first in line until the little hairball was born.
M: That hairball is my son, your future king!
Scar: Oh, I should practice my courtesy.谦恭有礼
M: Don’t turn your back on me.
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa, perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me.
M: Is that a challenge?
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn’t dream of challenging you.
Z: Pity, why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains go I got lion’s share, but when it comes brute strength I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool.
Z: There is one in every family, sir, two in mine actually, and they always manage to ruin special accessions.
M: What am I going to do with him?
Z: He’d make a very handsome throw rug.
M: Zazu!
Z: And just think, whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him.
Rafiki: Ha, ha, ha. Simba!
Z: Ha! You’ll lose more than that when the king gets through with you. He’s as mad as a hippo with a hernia.
Scar: I quiver with fear.
Z: Now, Scar, Don’t look at me that way. Help!
Mufasa(M for short): Scar, drop him.
Z: Impeccable timing, your majesty.
Scar: Why, if it isn’t my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
M: Sarabi and I didn’t see you at presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful. Must it have slipped from my mind?
Z: Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king’s brother, you should have been first in line!
Scar: Well, I was the first in line until the little hairball was born.
M: That hairball is my son, your future king!
Scar: Oh, I should practice my courtesy.谦恭有礼
M: Don’t turn your back on me.
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa, perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me.
M: Is that a challenge?
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn’t dream of challenging you.
Z: Pity, why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains go I got lion’s share, but when it comes brute strength I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool.
Z: There is one in every family, sir, two in mine actually, and they always manage to ruin special accessions.
M: What am I going to do with him?
Z: He’d make a very handsome throw rug.
M: Zazu!
Z: And just think, whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him.
Rafiki: Ha, ha, ha. Simba!
Simba(S for short): Dad, dad, come on, we gotta go, wake
up. Sorry.
Sarabi: Son woke up.
M: Before sunrise, he is your son.
S: Dad, dad, come on, dad. You promised.
M: O.K. I’m up. I’m up.
S: Yeah.
M: look, Simba, everything the light touches is our kingdom.
S: Wow!
M: A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day,
Simba, the sun will set on my time here and will rise with you as
the new king.
S: And this will all be mine?
M: Everything!
S: Everything the light touches! What about that shadowy
place?
M: That’s beyond our borders; you must never go there, Simba.
S: But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.
M: Oh, there’s more to being king than getting your way all the
time.
S: There’s more?
M: Simba, everything you see exists together in a delicate balance.
As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the
creatures from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
S: But dad, don’t we eat the antelope?
M: Yes Simba. But let me explain. When we die, our bodies become
the grass and the antelope eat the grass, and so we are all
connected in the great circle of life.
Z: Good morning,
sir!
M: Good morning, Zazu!
Z: Checking in with the morning report.
M: Fire away.
Z: Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of spot.
M: Oh, really?
Z: The baboons are going ape over this…
M: What are you doing, son?
S: Pouncing.
M: Let an old pro. show you how it’s done.
Z: …I told the elephants to forget it but they can’t…
M: Zazu, would you turn around?
Z: Yes, sir. The cheetahs are hard up…
M: Stay low to the ground.
Z: …Cheetahs never prosper…
S: Okay, stay low to the ground, right, yeah.
Z: What’s going on?
M: A pouncing lesson.
Z: Oh very good. Pouncing. Pouncing? Oh no sir, you can’t be serious, oh, this is so humiliating.
M: Try not to make a sound.
Z: What are you telling him, Mufasa? Mufasa? Simba?
M: Ha, ha. That’s very good. Ha, ha.
Mole: Zazu.
Z: Yes?
Mole: Sir, news from the underground.
M: Now, this time…
Z: Sir! Hyenas, in the Pride Lands!
M: Zazu, take Simba home.
S: Ah, dad! Can’t I come?
M: No, son.
S: I never get to go anywhere.
Z: Oh, young master, one day you will be king, then you can chase those slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers from dawn until dusk.
(Simba is thoroughly impressed by what his father told him and he runs for his Uncle Scar.)
M: Good morning, Zazu!
Z: Checking in with the morning report.
M: Fire away.
Z: Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of spot.
M: Oh, really?
Z: The baboons are going ape over this…
M: What are you doing, son?
S: Pouncing.
M: Let an old pro. show you how it’s done.
Z: …I told the elephants to forget it but they can’t…
M: Zazu, would you turn around?
Z: Yes, sir. The cheetahs are hard up…
M: Stay low to the ground.
Z: …Cheetahs never prosper…
S: Okay, stay low to the ground, right, yeah.
Z: What’s going on?
M: A pouncing lesson.
Z: Oh very good. Pouncing. Pouncing? Oh no sir, you can’t be serious, oh, this is so humiliating.
M: Try not to make a sound.
Z: What are you telling him, Mufasa? Mufasa? Simba?
M: Ha, ha. That’s very good. Ha, ha.
Mole: Zazu.
Z: Yes?
Mole: Sir, news from the underground.
M: Now, this time…
Z: Sir! Hyenas, in the Pride Lands!
M: Zazu, take Simba home.
S: Ah, dad! Can’t I come?
M: No, son.
S: I never get to go anywhere.
Z: Oh, young master, one day you will be king, then you can chase those slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers from dawn until dusk.
(Simba is thoroughly impressed by what his father told him and he runs for his Uncle Scar.)
S:
Hey Uncle Scar, guess what?
Scar: I despise guessing games.
S: I’m gonna be king of Pride Rock.
Scar: Oh, goodie.
S: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom and I’m gonna rule it
all.
Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you
know.
S: Hey Uncle Scar, when I’m king, what’ll that make you?
Scar: A monkey’s uncle.
S: You are so weird.
Scar: You have no idea. So, your father showed you the whole
kingdom, did he?
S: Everything.
Scar: He didn’t show you what’s beyond that rise on the northern
border.
S: Well, no. He said I can’t go there.
Scar: And he is absolutely right, it’s far too dangerous. Only the
bravest lions go there.
S: Well, I’m brave! What’s up?
Scar: I’m sorry Simba. I just can’t tell you.
S: Why not?
Scar: Simba, Simba, I’m only looking out for the well being of my
favorite nephew.
S: 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. Oops!
S: An elephant what? Whoa!
Scar: Oh dear, I’ve said too much. Well, I suppose you’d have found
out sooner or later. You being so clever and all. Just do me one
favor; promise me you’ll never visit that dreadful place.
S: No problem.
Scar: There’s a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And
remember…it’s our little secret.
(Scar’s words arouse the cub’s curiosity. Simba goes to find his
friend Nala, who is sunbathing with the whole pride.)
Nala: Hi Simba!
S: Come on, I just heard about this great place.
Nala: Simba! I’m kinda in the middle of a bath.
Sarabi: And it’s time for yours.
S: Mom! Mom, you’re messing up my mane! Okay, okay, I’m clean. Can we go now?
Nala: So where are we going? It better not be any place dumb.
S: No. It’s really cool.
Sarabi: So where is this really cool place?
S: Around the water hole.
Nala: The water hole?! What’s so great about the water hole?!
S: I’ll show you when we get there.
Nala: Mom, can I go with Simba?
Nala’s Mom: Hmm. What do you think, Sarabi?
Sarabi: Well…
S & Nala: Please!
Sarabi: It’s all right with me.
S & Nala: Yeah.
Sarabi: As long as Zazu goes with you.
S: No, not Zazu.
(They go, led by Zazu)
Zazu: Step lively. The sooner we get to the water hole, the sooner we can leave.
Nala: So where are we really going?
S: An elephant graveyard.
Nala: Wow!
S: Shh! Zazu.
Nala: Right! So how are we gonna ditch the Dodo?
Zazu: Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savanna. Your parents will be thrilled, you being betrothed and all.
S: Being what?
Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.
Nala: Meaning……?
Zazu: One day you two are going to be married!
Simba & Nala: Yuck!
S: I can’t marry her, she’s my friend.
Nala: Yeah, it’ll be so weird.
Zazu: Sorry to bust your bubble but you two turtledoves have no choice. It’s a tradition going back generations.
S: When I’m the king, that’ll be the first thing to go.
Zazu: Not so long as I’m around.
S: In that case you’re fired.
Zazu: Nice try, but only the king can do that.
Nala: Well, he’s the future king.
S: Yeah, 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.
S: Not the way I see it.
I Just Can’t Wait To Be
King
I’m gonna be a mighty king. So enemies beware!
Z: Well. I’ve never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair. I’m gonna be the mane event like no king was before.
I’m brushing up no looking down.
I’m working on my roar.
Z: Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing.
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Z: You’ve rather a long way to go, young master, if you think…
No one saying do this.
Z: Now when I said that…
No one saying be there.
Z: What I meant was…
No one saying stop that.
Z: Look what you don’t know beast really is.
No one saying see here.
Z: Now see here!
Free to run around all day.
Z: Well, that’s definitely out.
Free to do it all my way.
I think it’s time that you and I
Arranged a heart to heart.
Kings don’t need advice from little hornbills for a start.
Z: If this is where the monarchy is headed, count me out.
Out of service, out of Africa, I wouldn’t hang about.
This child is getting wildly out of wing.
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Everybody look left
Everybody look right
Everywhere you look I’m
Standing in the spotlight
Let every creature go for broke and sing
Let’s hear it in the herd and on the wing
It’s gonna be King Simba’s finest fling
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Z: I beg your pardon, Madam, but get off! Simba! Nala!
S: Alright it worked.
N: We lost him!
S: I’m a genius.
N: Hey, genius, it was my idea!
S: Yeah, but I pulled it off.
N: With me!
S: Oh yeah?
N: Ha, pinned ya!
S: Hey, let me up.
N: Pinned ya again!
( Simba, Nala and Zazu arrive at the elephants’ graveyard.)
S: This is it. We made it.
Nala: Whoa! It’s really creepy.
S: Yeah. Isn’t it great?
Nala: We could get in a big trouble.
S: I know.
Nala: I wonder if it’s brains are still in there.
S: There’s only one way to know. Come on; let’s go check it out.
Zazu: The only checking out you will do will be to check out of here.
S: Ooh, man.
Zazu: We’re way beyond the boundary of the Pride Land.
S: Look, Bananabeak is scared.
Zazu: It’s Mr. Bananabeak to you, fuzzy! And right now we are all in very real danger.
S: Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha…
(Suddenly the hyenas appear.)
Hyena S: Well, well, well, Banzai, what have we got here?
Hyena B: Hmmm, I don’t know Shenzi. What do you think Ed?
Hyena E: Wuhu Hahahaah.
Hyena S: Just what I was thinking. A trio of trespassers.
Zazu: And quite by accident, let me assure you. A simple navigational error.
Hyena S: Wait. I know you! You’re Mufasa’s little stooge.
Zazu: Ahh I, madam am the king’s Major Domo.
Hyena E: That would make you…
S: The future king!
Hyena S: Do you know what we do with kings who step out of their kingdom?
S: Puh! You can’t do anything to me!
Zazu: Hhhr…technically they can. We are on their land.
S: But Zazu, you told me they were nothing but slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers.
Zazu: ix-meg, on the oopistay.
Hyena E: Who are you calling Oopistay?
Zazu: My, my, my, look at the sun. It’s time to go.
Hyena S: What’s the hurry? We’d love you to stick around for dinner.
Hyena B: Yeah! We could have whatever’s lion around!
Hyena E: Wait, wait, wait, I got one, I got one! Make me a cub sandwich. What do you think?
Hyena S: What Ed? What is it?
Hyena B: Hey, did we order this dinner to go?
Hyena S: No.
Hyena B: Why?
Hyena S: Because there it goes!
N: Did we lose them?
S: I think so. Where’s Zazu?
Z: Aahhh!
Hyena B: Major Domo bird, hippety hop, all the way to the birdy boiler!
Z: Oh no! Not the birdy boiler! Ah!
S: Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?
Hyena S: Like you?
(The hyenas start chasing Simba and Nala, and manage to trap them in a cave.)
Hyena B: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
S: Whoa…
Hyena E: That was it? Do it again.
(At this critical moment Mufasa shows up.)
Hyena S: Oh please. Please!
M: Silence!
Hyena S: Come on, we’re gonna shut up right now.
M: If you ever come near my son again.
Hyena S: Oh this is your son! Did you know that?
Hyena E: No! Me?! I didn’t know. Did you?
Hyena B: No, of course not.
Hyena S: Ed?
( The Hyenas are scared away.)
S: Dad, I…
M: You deliberately disobeyed me.
S: Dad, I’m sorry.
M: Let’s go home.
Nala (to Simba): I thought you were very brave.
M: Zazu!
Zazu: Yes, Sir?
M: Take Nala home. I’ve got to teach my son a lesson.
Zazu: Come Nala. Simba, good luck.
(After Zazu and Nala depart Simba follows his father Mufasa to the plains. The open land seems endless under Africa’s star-dotted sky.)
M: Simba! Simba! I’m very disappointed in you.
S: I know.
M: You could have been killed. You deliberately disobeyed me. And what’s worse, you put Nala in danger.
S: I was just trying to be brave like you.
M: I’m only brave when I have to be. Simba, being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble.
S: But you’re not scared of anything.
M: I was today.
S: You were?
M: Yes, I thought I might lose you.
S: Ohh. I guess even kings get scared, huh?
M: Hmm-mm.
S: But you know what?
M: What?
S: I think those hyenas were even scareder!
M: ‘Cause nobody messes with your dad! Come here you!
S: No, no! Dad? We’re pals, right?
M: Right.
S: And we’ll always be together, right?
M: Simba. Let me tell you something that my father told me. Look at the stars; the great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.
S: Really?
M: So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I
(In the hyena’s cave, a wicked plan is taking shape…)
Hyena B: Man, that lousy Mufasa! I won’t be able to sit for a week. It’s not funny, Ed.
Hyena E: Ha…
Hyena B: Shut up!
Hyena S: Will you knock it off?
Hyena B: Well, he started it.
Hyena S: Look at you, guys. No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain.
Hyena E: Man, I hate dangling.
Hyena B: Ya, you know if weren’t for those lions, we’d be running the joint.
Hyena E: Man, I hate lions.
Hyena S: So pushy…
Hyena B: And hairy…
Hyena S: And stinky. And man, are they…
Hyenas: Ugly!
Scar: Oh, surely we lions are not all that bad.
Hyena E: Oh, Scar, it’s just you.
Hyena S: We were afraid it was somebody important, ya.
Hyena E: Ya, you know like Mufasa.
Scar: I see.
Hyena E: Now, that’s power.
Hyena B: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shuddered.
Hyena E: Mufasa!
Hyena B: Oh, do it again.
Hyena E: Mufasa! Mufasa! Mufasa!
Hyena B: It tingles me.
Scar: I am surrounded by idiots.
Hyena E: Now you, Scar, I mean you’re one of us. I mean you are our pal.
Scar: Charmed.
Hyena B: Oh, I like that. He is not king but he’s still so proud.
Hyena E: Ya, hey, did you bring us anything to eat? Scar, oh buddy, oh pal, did ya, did ya, did ya…
Scar: I don’t think you really deserve this. I practically gift-wrapped those cubs for you. And you couldn’t even dispose of them.
Hyena B: Well, now it wasn’t exactly like they were alone, Scar.
Hyena E: Ya, what were we supposed to do? Kill Mufasa?
Scar: Precisely.
Be Prepared
I know that your powers of retention are as wet as a warthog’s backside.
But sick as you are, pay attention!
My words are a matter of pride
It’s clear from your vacant expressions the lights are not all on upstairs.
But we’re talking kings and successions.
Even you can’t be caught unawares.
So prepared for a chance of a lifetime.
Be prepared for sensational news. A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer.
Hyena S: And where do we feature?
Just listen to teacher.
I know it sounds sordid, but you will be rewarded, when at last I am given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared.
Be prepared!
Hyena E: Yea, be prepared. We’ll be prepared. For what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Hyena E: Why? Is he sick?
Scar: No, fool, we’re going to kill him, and Simba, too.
Hyena B: Great idea! Who needs a king! No king, no king, la la la…
Scar: Idiots! There will be a king.
Hyena E: Hey, but you say that…
Scar: I will be king. Stick with me and you’ll never go hungry again.
Hyena B: Yeh, all right. Long live the king!
Hyenas: Long live the king! Long live the king!
It’s great that we’ll soon be connected
With a king who’ll be all-time adored
Of course, quid pro quo, you’re expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I’m the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won’t get a sniff without me
So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
Meticulous planning
Tenacity spanning
Decades of denial
Is simply why I’ll
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
Yes our teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared
(Later, Simba and Scar are together in the gorge.)
Scar: Now you wait here. Your father has a marvelous surprise for you.
S: Whoa. What is it?
Scar: If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?
S: If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised.
Scar: Oh, you are such a naughty boy!
S: Come on, uncle Scar.
Scar: No, no, no, no. This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of father-son thing…Well, I’d better go get him.
S: I’ll go with you.
Scar: No! No, just stay on this rock. You wouldn’t want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas?
S: You know about that?
Scar: Simba, everybody knows about that.
S: Really?
Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky daddy was there to save you, eh? Ooh, and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours, mmm?
S: Oh, okey. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like the surprise?
Scar: Simba, it’s to die for.
(The hyenas are waiting on the plain above. A herd of wildebeest is grazing.)
Hyena S: Shut up!
Hyena B: I can’t help it! I’m so hungry! I’ve got to have a wildebeest.
Hyena S: Stay put.
Hyena B: Can’t I just pick off one of the little sick ones?
Hyena S: No! We wait for the signal from Scar. There he is. Let’s go.
(Back in the gorge)
S: Little roar. Puh. Rrrrr. Rrrrrr!
(Suddenly the herd appears and begins to stamped into the gorge. Simba is scared. Back at Pride Rock, Mufasa is talking with Zazu)
Zazu: Oh, look, sir, the herd is on the move.
Scar: Mufasa, quick, stamped in the gorge. Simba’s down there.
M: Simba?
(Mufasa runs to the gorge, and saves Simba from being trampled to death by the stampeding wildebeest. In an attempt to also save himself from undergoing the same fate he claws himself up the steep Cliffside. Scar beholds him coldly from the top of the precipice.)
S: Zazu, help me.
Z: Your father’s on the way. Hold on!
S: Hurry!
Z: There, there, on the tree!
M: Hold on, Simba!
S: Help!
Z: Oh, Scar, it’s awful. What shall we do? What shall we do? I’ll go back home to tell them. I’ll go back home
M: Scar! Brother! Help me!
Scar: Long live the king!
(Scar pushes Mufasa back down into the gorge. When the wildebeests are out of sight, Simba finds his father’s motionless body lying on the valley floor.)
S: Dad, dad, come on, you got to get up. Dad, we got to go home. Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help!
Scar: Simba, what have you done?
S: There were wildebeest and he tried to save me. It was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen.
Scar: Of course, of course you didn’t. No one ever means for these things to happen. But the king is dead. If it weren’t for you, he’d still be alive. What will your mother think?
S: What am I gonna do?
Scar: Run away, Simba. Run, run away, and never return! Kill him!
Hyena S: Hey, there he goes, there he goes!
Hyena B: So go get him!
Hyena S: There ain’t no way I’m going in there. What do you want me to come out looking like you, Cactus butt?
Hyena B: But, we got to finish the job.
Hyena S: Well, he’s as good as dead out there anyway. And if he comes back, we’ll kill him.
Hyena B: Yeah, you hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill you!
(The lions are in mourning back at Pride Rock.)
Scar: Mufasa’s death was a terrible tragedy, and to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live, 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 in which lion and hyena come together in a great and glorious future!
(Simba runs out of Pride Lands to faint from exhaustion on an open plain. Scavenging vultures take him for dead and swoop down, intending to pray upon his body. Lucky for Simba, he is discovered just in time by Pumbaa and Timon.)
Pumbaa (P for shot): Whoa Get’em. Get’em! I love this bowling for buzzards.
Timon(T for short): Gets’em every time!
P: Uh-oh. Hey Timon! You better come look. I think it’s still alive.
T: All righty, what do we got here? Jeez, it’s a lion! Run, Pumbaa, move it.
P: Eh, Timon, it’s just a little lion. Look at him; he’s so cute and all alone. Can we keep him?
T: Are you nuts? You’re talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.
P: But he’s so little.
T: He’s gonna get bigger.
P: Maybe he’ll be on our side.
T: That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he’ll be…I got it; what if he’s on our side!? You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.
P: So we’re keeping him?
T: Of course! Who’s the brains in this outfit.
P: Ehh……
T: My point exactly! Jeez, I’m fried, let’s get out of here and find some shade.
(They carry Simba to a shady place, and wait until the lion cub comes to)
T: You okay kid?
S: I guess so.
P: You nearly died.
T: I saved you. Well, er, Pumbaa helped. A little.
S: Thanks for your help.
T: Hey, where are you going?
S: Nowhere.
T: Gee, he looks blue.
P: I’d say brownish gold!
T: No, no, no, I mean he is depressed.
P: (To Simba) Oh. Kid, what’s eating ya?
T: Nothing. He’s at the top of the food chain. The food chain!! So where are you from?
S: Who cares. I can’t go back.
T: Aha, you’re an outcast. That’s great. So are we.
P: What did you do, kid?
S: Something terrible. I don’t wanna talk about it.
T: Good! We don’t wanna hear about it.
P: Come on, Timon, anything we can do?
S: Not unless you can change the past.
P: You know kid, in times like this my buddy Timon says: “you gotta put your behind in your past.”
T: No, no, no, amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It’s: “You gotta put your past behind ya.” Look, kid. Bad things happen and you can’t do anything about it, right?
S: Right.
T: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
S: That’s not what I was taught.
T: Then maybe you need a new lesson! Repeat after me: “Hakuna Matata.”
S: What?
P: Hakuna Matata! It means: no worries.
I’m gonna be a mighty king. So enemies beware!
Z: Well. I’ve never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair. I’m gonna be the mane event like no king was before.
I’m brushing up no looking down.
I’m working on my roar.
Z: Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing.
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Z: You’ve rather a long way to go, young master, if you think…
No one saying do this.
Z: Now when I said that…
No one saying be there.
Z: What I meant was…
No one saying stop that.
Z: Look what you don’t know beast really is.
No one saying see here.
Z: Now see here!
Free to run around all day.
Z: Well, that’s definitely out.
Free to do it all my way.
I think it’s time that you and I
Arranged a heart to heart.
Kings don’t need advice from little hornbills for a start.
Z: If this is where the monarchy is headed, count me out.
Out of service, out of Africa, I wouldn’t hang about.
This child is getting wildly out of wing.
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Everybody look left
Everybody look right
Everywhere you look I’m
Standing in the spotlight
Let every creature go for broke and sing
Let’s hear it in the herd and on the wing
It’s gonna be King Simba’s finest fling
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Z: I beg your pardon, Madam, but get off! Simba! Nala!
S: Alright it worked.
N: We lost him!
S: I’m a genius.
N: Hey, genius, it was my idea!
S: Yeah, but I pulled it off.
N: With me!
S: Oh yeah?
N: Ha, pinned ya!
S: Hey, let me up.
N: Pinned ya again!
( Simba, Nala and Zazu arrive at the elephants’ graveyard.)
S: This is it. We made it.
Nala: Whoa! It’s really creepy.
S: Yeah. Isn’t it great?
Nala: We could get in a big trouble.
S: I know.
Nala: I wonder if it’s brains are still in there.
S: There’s only one way to know. Come on; let’s go check it out.
Zazu: The only checking out you will do will be to check out of here.
S: Ooh, man.
Zazu: We’re way beyond the boundary of the Pride Land.
S: Look, Bananabeak is scared.
Zazu: It’s Mr. Bananabeak to you, fuzzy! And right now we are all in very real danger.
S: Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha…
(Suddenly the hyenas appear.)
Hyena S: Well, well, well, Banzai, what have we got here?
Hyena B: Hmmm, I don’t know Shenzi. What do you think Ed?
Hyena E: Wuhu Hahahaah.
Hyena S: Just what I was thinking. A trio of trespassers.
Zazu: And quite by accident, let me assure you. A simple navigational error.
Hyena S: Wait. I know you! You’re Mufasa’s little stooge.
Zazu: Ahh I, madam am the king’s Major Domo.
Hyena E: That would make you…
S: The future king!
Hyena S: Do you know what we do with kings who step out of their kingdom?
S: Puh! You can’t do anything to me!
Zazu: Hhhr…technically they can. We are on their land.
S: But Zazu, you told me they were nothing but slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers.
Zazu: ix-meg, on the oopistay.
Hyena E: Who are you calling Oopistay?
Zazu: My, my, my, look at the sun. It’s time to go.
Hyena S: What’s the hurry? We’d love you to stick around for dinner.
Hyena B: Yeah! We could have whatever’s lion around!
Hyena E: Wait, wait, wait, I got one, I got one! Make me a cub sandwich. What do you think?
Hyena S: What Ed? What is it?
Hyena B: Hey, did we order this dinner to go?
Hyena S: No.
Hyena B: Why?
Hyena S: Because there it goes!
N: Did we lose them?
S: I think so. Where’s Zazu?
Z: Aahhh!
Hyena B: Major Domo bird, hippety hop, all the way to the birdy boiler!
Z: Oh no! Not the birdy boiler! Ah!
S: Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?
Hyena S: Like you?
(The hyenas start chasing Simba and Nala, and manage to trap them in a cave.)
Hyena B: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
S: Whoa…
Hyena E: That was it? Do it again.
(At this critical moment Mufasa shows up.)
Hyena S: Oh please. Please!
M: Silence!
Hyena S: Come on, we’re gonna shut up right now.
M: If you ever come near my son again.
Hyena S: Oh this is your son! Did you know that?
Hyena E: No! Me?! I didn’t know. Did you?
Hyena B: No, of course not.
Hyena S: Ed?
( The Hyenas are scared away.)
S: Dad, I…
M: You deliberately disobeyed me.
S: Dad, I’m sorry.
M: Let’s go home.
Nala (to Simba): I thought you were very brave.
M: Zazu!
Zazu: Yes, Sir?
M: Take Nala home. I’ve got to teach my son a lesson.
Zazu: Come Nala. Simba, good luck.
(After Zazu and Nala depart Simba follows his father Mufasa to the plains. The open land seems endless under Africa’s star-dotted sky.)
M: Simba! Simba! I’m very disappointed in you.
S: I know.
M: You could have been killed. You deliberately disobeyed me. And what’s worse, you put Nala in danger.
S: I was just trying to be brave like you.
M: I’m only brave when I have to be. Simba, being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble.
S: But you’re not scared of anything.
M: I was today.
S: You were?
M: Yes, I thought I might lose you.
S: Ohh. I guess even kings get scared, huh?
M: Hmm-mm.
S: But you know what?
M: What?
S: I think those hyenas were even scareder!
M: ‘Cause nobody messes with your dad! Come here you!
S: No, no! Dad? We’re pals, right?
M: Right.
S: And we’ll always be together, right?
M: Simba. Let me tell you something that my father told me. Look at the stars; the great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.
S: Really?
M: So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I
(In the hyena’s cave, a wicked plan is taking shape…)
Hyena B: Man, that lousy Mufasa! I won’t be able to sit for a week. It’s not funny, Ed.
Hyena E: Ha…
Hyena B: Shut up!
Hyena S: Will you knock it off?
Hyena B: Well, he started it.
Hyena S: Look at you, guys. No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain.
Hyena E: Man, I hate dangling.
Hyena B: Ya, you know if weren’t for those lions, we’d be running the joint.
Hyena E: Man, I hate lions.
Hyena S: So pushy…
Hyena B: And hairy…
Hyena S: And stinky. And man, are they…
Hyenas: Ugly!
Scar: Oh, surely we lions are not all that bad.
Hyena E: Oh, Scar, it’s just you.
Hyena S: We were afraid it was somebody important, ya.
Hyena E: Ya, you know like Mufasa.
Scar: I see.
Hyena E: Now, that’s power.
Hyena B: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shuddered.
Hyena E: Mufasa!
Hyena B: Oh, do it again.
Hyena E: Mufasa! Mufasa! Mufasa!
Hyena B: It tingles me.
Scar: I am surrounded by idiots.
Hyena E: Now you, Scar, I mean you’re one of us. I mean you are our pal.
Scar: Charmed.
Hyena B: Oh, I like that. He is not king but he’s still so proud.
Hyena E: Ya, hey, did you bring us anything to eat? Scar, oh buddy, oh pal, did ya, did ya, did ya…
Scar: I don’t think you really deserve this. I practically gift-wrapped those cubs for you. And you couldn’t even dispose of them.
Hyena B: Well, now it wasn’t exactly like they were alone, Scar.
Hyena E: Ya, what were we supposed to do? Kill Mufasa?
Scar: Precisely.
Be Prepared
I know that your powers of retention are as wet as a warthog’s backside.
But sick as you are, pay attention!
My words are a matter of pride
It’s clear from your vacant expressions the lights are not all on upstairs.
But we’re talking kings and successions.
Even you can’t be caught unawares.
So prepared for a chance of a lifetime.
Be prepared for sensational news. A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer.
Hyena S: And where do we feature?
Just listen to teacher.
I know it sounds sordid, but you will be rewarded, when at last I am given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared.
Be prepared!
Hyena E: Yea, be prepared. We’ll be prepared. For what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Hyena E: Why? Is he sick?
Scar: No, fool, we’re going to kill him, and Simba, too.
Hyena B: Great idea! Who needs a king! No king, no king, la la la…
Scar: Idiots! There will be a king.
Hyena E: Hey, but you say that…
Scar: I will be king. Stick with me and you’ll never go hungry again.
Hyena B: Yeh, all right. Long live the king!
Hyenas: Long live the king! Long live the king!
It’s great that we’ll soon be connected
With a king who’ll be all-time adored
Of course, quid pro quo, you’re expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I’m the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won’t get a sniff without me
So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
Meticulous planning
Tenacity spanning
Decades of denial
Is simply why I’ll
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
Yes our teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared
(Later, Simba and Scar are together in the gorge.)
Scar: Now you wait here. Your father has a marvelous surprise for you.
S: Whoa. What is it?
Scar: If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?
S: If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised.
Scar: Oh, you are such a naughty boy!
S: Come on, uncle Scar.
Scar: No, no, no, no. This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of father-son thing…Well, I’d better go get him.
S: I’ll go with you.
Scar: No! No, just stay on this rock. You wouldn’t want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas?
S: You know about that?
Scar: Simba, everybody knows about that.
S: Really?
Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky daddy was there to save you, eh? Ooh, and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours, mmm?
S: Oh, okey. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like the surprise?
Scar: Simba, it’s to die for.
(The hyenas are waiting on the plain above. A herd of wildebeest is grazing.)
Hyena S: Shut up!
Hyena B: I can’t help it! I’m so hungry! I’ve got to have a wildebeest.
Hyena S: Stay put.
Hyena B: Can’t I just pick off one of the little sick ones?
Hyena S: No! We wait for the signal from Scar. There he is. Let’s go.
(Back in the gorge)
S: Little roar. Puh. Rrrrr. Rrrrrr!
(Suddenly the herd appears and begins to stamped into the gorge. Simba is scared. Back at Pride Rock, Mufasa is talking with Zazu)
Zazu: Oh, look, sir, the herd is on the move.
Scar: Mufasa, quick, stamped in the gorge. Simba’s down there.
M: Simba?
(Mufasa runs to the gorge, and saves Simba from being trampled to death by the stampeding wildebeest. In an attempt to also save himself from undergoing the same fate he claws himself up the steep Cliffside. Scar beholds him coldly from the top of the precipice.)
S: Zazu, help me.
Z: Your father’s on the way. Hold on!
S: Hurry!
Z: There, there, on the tree!
M: Hold on, Simba!
S: Help!
Z: Oh, Scar, it’s awful. What shall we do? What shall we do? I’ll go back home to tell them. I’ll go back home
M: Scar! Brother! Help me!
Scar: Long live the king!
(Scar pushes Mufasa back down into the gorge. When the wildebeests are out of sight, Simba finds his father’s motionless body lying on the valley floor.)
S: Dad, dad, come on, you got to get up. Dad, we got to go home. Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help!
Scar: Simba, what have you done?
S: There were wildebeest and he tried to save me. It was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen.
Scar: Of course, of course you didn’t. No one ever means for these things to happen. But the king is dead. If it weren’t for you, he’d still be alive. What will your mother think?
S: What am I gonna do?
Scar: Run away, Simba. Run, run away, and never return! Kill him!
Hyena S: Hey, there he goes, there he goes!
Hyena B: So go get him!
Hyena S: There ain’t no way I’m going in there. What do you want me to come out looking like you, Cactus butt?
Hyena B: But, we got to finish the job.
Hyena S: Well, he’s as good as dead out there anyway. And if he comes back, we’ll kill him.
Hyena B: Yeah, you hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill you!
(The lions are in mourning back at Pride Rock.)
Scar: Mufasa’s death was a terrible tragedy, and to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live, 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 in which lion and hyena come together in a great and glorious future!
(Simba runs out of Pride Lands to faint from exhaustion on an open plain. Scavenging vultures take him for dead and swoop down, intending to pray upon his body. Lucky for Simba, he is discovered just in time by Pumbaa and Timon.)
Pumbaa (P for shot): Whoa Get’em. Get’em! I love this bowling for buzzards.
Timon(T for short): Gets’em every time!
P: Uh-oh. Hey Timon! You better come look. I think it’s still alive.
T: All righty, what do we got here? Jeez, it’s a lion! Run, Pumbaa, move it.
P: Eh, Timon, it’s just a little lion. Look at him; he’s so cute and all alone. Can we keep him?
T: Are you nuts? You’re talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.
P: But he’s so little.
T: He’s gonna get bigger.
P: Maybe he’ll be on our side.
T: That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he’ll be…I got it; what if he’s on our side!? You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.
P: So we’re keeping him?
T: Of course! Who’s the brains in this outfit.
P: Ehh……
T: My point exactly! Jeez, I’m fried, let’s get out of here and find some shade.
(They carry Simba to a shady place, and wait until the lion cub comes to)
T: You okay kid?
S: I guess so.
P: You nearly died.
T: I saved you. Well, er, Pumbaa helped. A little.
S: Thanks for your help.
T: Hey, where are you going?
S: Nowhere.
T: Gee, he looks blue.
P: I’d say brownish gold!
T: No, no, no, I mean he is depressed.
P: (To Simba) Oh. Kid, what’s eating ya?
T: Nothing. He’s at the top of the food chain. The food chain!! So where are you from?
S: Who cares. I can’t go back.
T: Aha, you’re an outcast. That’s great. So are we.
P: What did you do, kid?
S: Something terrible. I don’t wanna talk about it.
T: Good! We don’t wanna hear about it.
P: Come on, Timon, anything we can do?
S: Not unless you can change the past.
P: You know kid, in times like this my buddy Timon says: “you gotta put your behind in your past.”
T: No, no, no, amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It’s: “You gotta put your past behind ya.” Look, kid. Bad things happen and you can’t do anything about it, right?
S: Right.
T: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
S: That’s not what I was taught.
T: Then maybe you need a new lesson! Repeat after me: “Hakuna Matata.”
S: What?
P: Hakuna Matata! It means: no worries.
Hukuna
Matata
Hukuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase.
Hukuna Matata!
Ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hukuna Matata!
S: Hukuna Matata?
T: It’s our motto.
S: What’s a motto?
T: What’s the motto of you?
P: You know what, kid. These two words will solve all your problems.
T: That’s right; take Pumbaa for example, when he was a young wart hog.
P: When I was a young wart hog.
T: Very nice.
P: Thanks.
T: He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the Savannah after every meal.
P: I’m a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned. And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind.
And, Oh, the shame
Thoughta changin’ my name
And I got down hearted
Ever’ time that I…
T: Pumbaa, not in front of the kids.
P: Sorry.
Hukuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase.
Hukuna Matata!
Ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hukuna Matata!
T: Welcome, to our humble home!
S: You live here?
T: We live wherever we want.
P: Yep. Home is where your rump rests.
S: It’s beautiful!
P: I’m starved.
S: I’m so hungry. I could eat a whole zebra!
T: Aha, we’re fresh out of zebra.
S: Any antelope?
T: Nuh, uh.
S: Hippo?
T: 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.
S: Ooh, what’s that?
T: A grub, what’s it look like?
S: Ooh, gross!
T: Tastes like chicken!
P: Slimy yet satisfying!
T: These are rare delicacies. Hmm. Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch.
P: You’ll learn to love them!
T: I’m telling you kid, this is the great life. No rules, no responsibility, ooh, the little cream filled kind…and best of all, no worries! Well kid!
S: Oh well, Hakuna Matata! Slimy, yet satisfying.
T: That’s it!
Hakuna Matata!
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
(Scar has ascended the throne and rules Pride Rock. He encages Zazu and has bestowed the bird with a new title; private entertainer.)
Zazu: Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, Nobody knows my sorrow.
Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with little bounce in it.
Zazu: It’s a small world after all…
Scar: No, no, anything but that.
Zazu: I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts, there they are standing in a row, big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Oh, I would never have to do this to Mufasa.
Scar: What! What did you say?
Zazu: Nothing.
Scar: You know the law. Never, ever, mention that name in my presence, I am the king.
Zazu: Yes, sir. You are the king. I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches.
Hyena S: Hey, Scar.
Scar: What is it this time?
Hyena B: We’ve got a bone to pick with you.
Hyena S: I’ll handle this. Scar, there’s no food, no water.
Hyena E: Yeah, it’s dinnertime and we ain’t got no stinkin’ entrees!
Scar: It’s the lionesses’ job to do the hunting.
Hyena B: Yeah, but they won’t go hunt.
Scar: Oooh, eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, you wouldn’t want me! I’d be so tough and gamy.
Scar: Ah, Zazu don’t be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.
Hyena B: I think things were better under Mufasa.
Scar: What did you say?
Hyena B: I said Muf…urgh. I said…er… que pasa?
Scar: Good. Now get out.
Hyena E: Yeah, but we’re still hungry.
Scar: Out!!
(Simba stays with Pumbaa and Timon and grows up to be a young, strong lion.)
T: Well, nice one, Simba.
S: Thanks. Man, I’m stuffed.
P: Me too. I ate like a pig.
S: Pumbaa, you are a pig.
P: Right. Timon?
T: Yeah?
P: Ever wonder what those sparkling dots are up there?
T: Pumbaa, I don’t wonder, I know.
P: Oh. What are they?
T: They’re fireflies. Fireflies that got stuck on that big bluish black thing.
P: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
T: Pumbaa, with you, everything’s gas.
P: Simba what do you think?
S: Well, I don’t know.
T: What? What kind of answer is that?
P: Oh, come on. We told you ours. Please?
S: Well, somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there. Watching over us.
P: Really?
T: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?
Timon, Pumbaa: haha…
T: Who told you something like that? What mook made that up?
S: Yeah, pretty dumb, huh?
T: Ah, you’re killing me.
(Simba wanders off sadly.)
T: Was it something I said?
(In Pride Rafiki suddenly sees the picture of Simba which he painted on the rock. The picture shows that Simba has grown up wearing red-brown mane.)
Rafiki: Simba? He’s alive! He’s alive. It is time!
(One day Pumbaa and Timon are walking through the forest.)
Pumbaa & Timon:Awimba we, Awimba we…
T: (sing) In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight. In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight. I can’t hear you buddy, back me up! Aaaweeeeeee…Pumbaa? Pumbaa!
(Pumbaa is stalking a beetle in the forest.)
P: Timon?
(One day Pumbaa finds himself stalked and jumped by a young lioness.)
T: Pumbaa! Pumbaa!
(In a frantic run for his life, Pumbaa gets stuck under the root of a tree.)
T: Hey, what’s going on?
P: She’s gonna eat me!
T: Huh? Whoa? Jeez. Why do I always have to save you?
(At this critical moment, Simba makes a roaring appearance.)
T: Don’t worry buddy, I’m here for ya. Everything’s gonna be okay. Get him, right ahead. Go for the jugular. The jugular. (To Pumbaa) See, I told you he’d come in handy.
(Simba grapples fiercely with the lioness but ends up being pinned to the ground. Then he suddenly remembers…)
S: Nala? Is it really you?
N: Who are you?
S: It’s me…Simba.
N: Simba? How did you…?
Simba, Nala: Whoa!
N: Where do you come from?
S: It’s great to see you!
N: It’s great to see you!
T: Hey, what’s going on here?
S: What are you doing here?
N: What do you mean, what am I doing here. What are you doing here?
T: Hey, what’s going on here?!
S: Timon, this is Nala. She’s my best friend.
T: Friend?
S: Yeah. Hey Pumbaa, come over here.
P: Hmm?
S: Nala, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Nala.
P: Pleased to make your acquaintance.
N: The pleasure is all mine.
T: How do you do. Well, well, time out. Let me get this straight. You know her, she knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody’s okay with this? Did I miss something?
S: Relax, Timon.
N: Wait until everybody finds out you’ve been here all this time. And your mother. What will she think?
S: She doesn’t have to know. Nobody has to know.
N: Of course they do. Everyone thinks you’re dead.
S: They do?
N: Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede.
S: He did? What else did he tell you?
N: What else matters. You’re alive, and that means you’re the king.
T: King?! Lady, have you got your lions crossed?
P: King? Your majesty. I gravel at your feet.
S: Stop it!
T: It’s not “gravel”, it’s “grovel” and don’t; he’s not the king.
P: Are you?
S: No.
N: Simba?
S: No, I’m not the king. Maybe I was gonna be but…that was a long time ago.
T: Let me get this straight. You’re the king and you never told us?
S: Look, I’m still the same guy.
T: But with power.
N: Could you guys excuse us for a few minutes?
T: Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba?
S: Hmm, maybe you’d better go.
T: It starts. You think you know a guy.
(Timon and Pumbaa leave)
S: Timon and Pumbaa. You learn to love’em. What? What is it?
S: It’s like you’re back from the dead. You don’t know how much this will mean to everyone. What it means to me.
S: Hey, it’s okay.
N: I’ve really missed you.
S: I’ve missed you too.
(At a short distance Timon is complaining about the current situation.)
T: I tell you Pumbaa, this stinks!
P: Oh, sorry.
T: Not you, them! Him, her, alone.
P: What’s wrong with that?
Hukuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase.
Hukuna Matata!
Ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hukuna Matata!
S: Hukuna Matata?
T: It’s our motto.
S: What’s a motto?
T: What’s the motto of you?
P: You know what, kid. These two words will solve all your problems.
T: That’s right; take Pumbaa for example, when he was a young wart hog.
P: When I was a young wart hog.
T: Very nice.
P: Thanks.
T: He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the Savannah after every meal.
P: I’m a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned. And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind.
And, Oh, the shame
Thoughta changin’ my name
And I got down hearted
Ever’ time that I…
T: Pumbaa, not in front of the kids.
P: Sorry.
Hukuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase.
Hukuna Matata!
Ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hukuna Matata!
T: Welcome, to our humble home!
S: You live here?
T: We live wherever we want.
P: Yep. Home is where your rump rests.
S: It’s beautiful!
P: I’m starved.
S: I’m so hungry. I could eat a whole zebra!
T: Aha, we’re fresh out of zebra.
S: Any antelope?
T: Nuh, uh.
S: Hippo?
T: 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.
S: Ooh, what’s that?
T: A grub, what’s it look like?
S: Ooh, gross!
T: Tastes like chicken!
P: Slimy yet satisfying!
T: These are rare delicacies. Hmm. Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch.
P: You’ll learn to love them!
T: I’m telling you kid, this is the great life. No rules, no responsibility, ooh, the little cream filled kind…and best of all, no worries! Well kid!
S: Oh well, Hakuna Matata! Slimy, yet satisfying.
T: That’s it!
Hakuna Matata!
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
(Scar has ascended the throne and rules Pride Rock. He encages Zazu and has bestowed the bird with a new title; private entertainer.)
Zazu: Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, Nobody knows my sorrow.
Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with little bounce in it.
Zazu: It’s a small world after all…
Scar: No, no, anything but that.
Zazu: I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts, there they are standing in a row, big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Oh, I would never have to do this to Mufasa.
Scar: What! What did you say?
Zazu: Nothing.
Scar: You know the law. Never, ever, mention that name in my presence, I am the king.
Zazu: Yes, sir. You are the king. I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches.
Hyena S: Hey, Scar.
Scar: What is it this time?
Hyena B: We’ve got a bone to pick with you.
Hyena S: I’ll handle this. Scar, there’s no food, no water.
Hyena E: Yeah, it’s dinnertime and we ain’t got no stinkin’ entrees!
Scar: It’s the lionesses’ job to do the hunting.
Hyena B: Yeah, but they won’t go hunt.
Scar: Oooh, eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, you wouldn’t want me! I’d be so tough and gamy.
Scar: Ah, Zazu don’t be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.
Hyena B: I think things were better under Mufasa.
Scar: What did you say?
Hyena B: I said Muf…urgh. I said…er… que pasa?
Scar: Good. Now get out.
Hyena E: Yeah, but we’re still hungry.
Scar: Out!!
(Simba stays with Pumbaa and Timon and grows up to be a young, strong lion.)
T: Well, nice one, Simba.
S: Thanks. Man, I’m stuffed.
P: Me too. I ate like a pig.
S: Pumbaa, you are a pig.
P: Right. Timon?
T: Yeah?
P: Ever wonder what those sparkling dots are up there?
T: Pumbaa, I don’t wonder, I know.
P: Oh. What are they?
T: They’re fireflies. Fireflies that got stuck on that big bluish black thing.
P: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
T: Pumbaa, with you, everything’s gas.
P: Simba what do you think?
S: Well, I don’t know.
T: What? What kind of answer is that?
P: Oh, come on. We told you ours. Please?
S: Well, somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there. Watching over us.
P: Really?
T: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?
Timon, Pumbaa: haha…
T: Who told you something like that? What mook made that up?
S: Yeah, pretty dumb, huh?
T: Ah, you’re killing me.
(Simba wanders off sadly.)
T: Was it something I said?
(In Pride Rafiki suddenly sees the picture of Simba which he painted on the rock. The picture shows that Simba has grown up wearing red-brown mane.)
Rafiki: Simba? He’s alive! He’s alive. It is time!
(One day Pumbaa and Timon are walking through the forest.)
Pumbaa & Timon:Awimba we, Awimba we…
T: (sing) In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight. In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight. I can’t hear you buddy, back me up! Aaaweeeeeee…Pumbaa? Pumbaa!
(Pumbaa is stalking a beetle in the forest.)
P: Timon?
(One day Pumbaa finds himself stalked and jumped by a young lioness.)
T: Pumbaa! Pumbaa!
(In a frantic run for his life, Pumbaa gets stuck under the root of a tree.)
T: Hey, what’s going on?
P: She’s gonna eat me!
T: Huh? Whoa? Jeez. Why do I always have to save you?
(At this critical moment, Simba makes a roaring appearance.)
T: Don’t worry buddy, I’m here for ya. Everything’s gonna be okay. Get him, right ahead. Go for the jugular. The jugular. (To Pumbaa) See, I told you he’d come in handy.
(Simba grapples fiercely with the lioness but ends up being pinned to the ground. Then he suddenly remembers…)
S: Nala? Is it really you?
N: Who are you?
S: It’s me…Simba.
N: Simba? How did you…?
Simba, Nala: Whoa!
N: Where do you come from?
S: It’s great to see you!
N: It’s great to see you!
T: Hey, what’s going on here?
S: What are you doing here?
N: What do you mean, what am I doing here. What are you doing here?
T: Hey, what’s going on here?!
S: Timon, this is Nala. She’s my best friend.
T: Friend?
S: Yeah. Hey Pumbaa, come over here.
P: Hmm?
S: Nala, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Nala.
P: Pleased to make your acquaintance.
N: The pleasure is all mine.
T: How do you do. Well, well, time out. Let me get this straight. You know her, she knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody’s okay with this? Did I miss something?
S: Relax, Timon.
N: Wait until everybody finds out you’ve been here all this time. And your mother. What will she think?
S: She doesn’t have to know. Nobody has to know.
N: Of course they do. Everyone thinks you’re dead.
S: They do?
N: Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede.
S: He did? What else did he tell you?
N: What else matters. You’re alive, and that means you’re the king.
T: King?! Lady, have you got your lions crossed?
P: King? Your majesty. I gravel at your feet.
S: Stop it!
T: It’s not “gravel”, it’s “grovel” and don’t; he’s not the king.
P: Are you?
S: No.
N: Simba?
S: No, I’m not the king. Maybe I was gonna be but…that was a long time ago.
T: Let me get this straight. You’re the king and you never told us?
S: Look, I’m still the same guy.
T: But with power.
N: Could you guys excuse us for a few minutes?
T: Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba?
S: Hmm, maybe you’d better go.
T: It starts. You think you know a guy.
(Timon and Pumbaa leave)
S: Timon and Pumbaa. You learn to love’em. What? What is it?
S: It’s like you’re back from the dead. You don’t know how much this will mean to everyone. What it means to me.
S: Hey, it’s okay.
N: I’ve really missed you.
S: I’ve missed you too.
(At a short distance Timon is complaining about the current situation.)
T: I tell you Pumbaa, this stinks!
P: Oh, sorry.
T: Not you, them! Him, her, alone.
P: What’s wrong with that?
Can You Feel the Love Tonight
I can see what’s happening.
P: What?
And they don’t have a clue.
P: Who?
They’ll fall in love and here’s the bottom line. Our trio’s down to two.
P: Oh.
The sweet caress of twilight
There’s magic everywhere
And with all this romantic atmosphere
Disaster’s in the air
Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings
The world, for once, in perfect
Harmony
With all its living things
So many things to tell her
But how to make her see
The truth about my past?
Impossible!
She’d turn away from me
He’s holding back, he’s hiding
But what, I can’t decide
Why won’t he be the king I know he is?
The king I see inside?
(Chorus)
Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings
The world, for once, in perfect
Harmony
With all its living things
Can you feel the love tonight?
You needn’t look too far
Stealing through the night’s uncertainties
Love is everywhere they are
And if he falls in love tonight
It can be assumed
His carefree days with us are history
In short, our pal is doomed.
(Simba shows Nala around the place he calls home now.)
S: Isn’t this a great place?
N: 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?
S: Well, I just needed to get out on my own. Live my own life. And I did, and it’s great!
N: We’ve really needed you at home.
S: No one needs me.
N: Yes, we do. You’re the king.
S: Nala we’ve been through this. I’m not the king; Scar is.
N: Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Land.
S: What?
N: Everything’s destroyed. There’s no food, no water. Simba, if you don’t do something soon everyone will starve.
S: I can’t go back.
N: Why?
S: You wouldn’t understand.
N: What wouldn’t I understand?
S: No, no, no, it doesn’t matter. Hakuna Matata.
N: What?
S: Hakuna Matata. It’s something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen…
N: Simba.
S: There’s nothing you can do about it. So why worry.
N: Because it’s your responsibility.
S: What about you? You left.
N: I left to find help and I found you. Don’t you understand? You’re our only hope.
S: Sorry.
N: What’s happened to you? You’re not the Simba I remember.
S: You’re right. I’m not. Now are you satisfied?
N: No. Just disappointed.
S: You know, you are starting to sound like my father.
N: Good. At least one of us does.
S: 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.
N: I would if you’d just tell me.
S: Forget it.
N: Fine!
(Nala leaves.)
S: She’s wrong. I can’t go back. What would it prove anyway? It won’t change anything. You can’t change the past. (Simba looks onto the sky.) 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.
(One day Rafiki finds him, and follows him.)
S: Come on! Will you cut it out?
Rafiki: Can’t cut it out. It’d grow right back. Ha, ha, ha.
S: Creepy little monkey. Will you stop following me?! Who are you?
Rafiki: The question is, who are you?!
S: I thought I knew. Now I’m not so sure.
Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. Shh, come here, it’s a secret.
S: Aahh, enough already, what’s that supposed to mean anyway?
Rafiki: It means you’re a baboon, and I’m not.
S: I think you’re a little confused.
Rafiki: Wrong! I’m not the one who’s confused, you don’t even know who you are!
S: Oh, and I suppose you know?!
Rafiki: Sure do. You’re Mufasa’s boy. Bye!
S: Hey, wait!
(Simba runs after Rafiki.)
S: You knew my father?
Rafiki: Correction, I know your father.
S: I hate to tell you this, but he died, a long time ago.
Rafiki: Nope, wrong again! Ha, ha, ha…he’s alive! And I’ll show him to you. You follow old Rafiki, he knows the way. Come on!
(Simba follows Rafiki deep into the forest.)
Rafiki: Hurry up.
S: Wait, wait.
Rafiki: Come on. Come on.
S: Would you slow down?!
(They come to a lake.)
Rafiki: Stop! Shh…Look down there.
S: That’s not my father. It’s just my reflection.
Rafiki: No. Look harder. You see. He lives in you.
(Several days pass and Simba continues to roam around the forest. One day he hears a voice, calling him from above.)
M: Simba!
S: Father?
M: Simba, you have forgotten me.
S: No, how could I.
M: You have forgotten whom 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.
S: How can I go back? I am not what I used to be.
M: Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember who you are.
(Mufasa’s voice fades)
S: No, please, don’t leave me!
M: Remember!
S: Father!
M: Remember!
S: Don’t leave me!
M: Remember!
(Mufasa’s words rekindle in Simba a long forgotten ambition to rule.)
Rafiki: What was that? The weather. Very peculiar, don’t you think?
S: Yeah, looks like the winds are changing.
Rafiki: Ah, change is good.
S: 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 hits Simba with a stick) Ow! Jeez. What was that for?
Rafiki: It doesn’t matter! It’s in the past. Ha, ha.
S: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Rafiki: Yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it you can either run from it or learn from it. Ah, you see. So what are you going to do?
S: First, I’m gonna take your stick.
Rafiki: No, not the stick! Hey, where are you going?
S: I’m going back!
Rafiki: Go on! Get out of here!
(Back in the forest, Timon and Pumbaa are sleeping.)
N: Hey, wake up.
T & P: AAHHHH!
N: It’s Okay, it’s okay, it’s me!
T: Oh, don’t ever do that again. Carnivores!
N: Have you guys seen Simba?
T: I thought he was with you.
N: He was, but now I can’t find him. Where is he?
Rafiki: You won’t find him here! The king has returned.
N: I can’t believe it. He’s gone back!
T: Gone back? What do you mean? Hey, what’s going on here. Who’s the monkey?
N: Simba’s gone back to challenge Scar.
T: Who?
N: Scar.
P: Who’s got a scar?
N: No, no, no. It’s his uncle.
T: The monkey’s his uncle?
N: No! Simba’s gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.
T & P: Oohh!
(Simba is now in Pride Lands. A long lost child finally comes back home.)
N: Simba, wait up! It’s awful, isn’t it?
S: I didn’t want to believe you.
N: What made you come back?
S: 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?
N: I will.
S: It’s gonna be dangerous.
N: Danger? Hah! I laugh in the face of danger. Hahaha!
T: I see nothing funny about this.
S: Timon. Pumbaa. What are you doing here?
P: At your service, my liege.
T: We’re gonna fight your uncle for this?
S: Yes, Timon. This is my home.
T: Talk about your fix-her-up-er. Well, Simba, if it’s important to you, we’re with you’til the end.
(Simba, Nala, Timon and Pumbaa sneak up to Pride Rock.)
T: Hyenas! I hate hyenas. So what’s your plan for getting past those guys?
S: Live bait.
T: Good idea…hey!
S: Come on, Timon, you guys have to create a diversion.
T: What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the Hoola?
(Timon dresses up and dances before the hyenas.)
T: (sing) Hoola!
If you’re hungry for hunk of fat and juicy meat.
Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat.
Comin’ down and dine, on this tasty swine.
All you have to do is get in line.
Are you achin’?
For some bacon!
He’s a big pig.
You can be a big pig too
Aaahhh!
(The hyenas chase Timon and Pumbaa into distance.)
S: Nala, you find my mother and rally the lionesses. I’ll look for Scar.
(In the cave.)
Scar: Sarabi!
Sarabi: Yes, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting party? They are not doing their jobs.
Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.
Scar: No, you’re just not looking hard enough.
Sarabi: It’s over, there’s nothing left. We have only one choice, we must leave Pride Rock.
Scar: We are not going anywhere.
Sarabi: Then you have sentenced us to death.
Scar: Then so be it.
Sarabi: You can’t do that.
Scar: I am the king. I can do whatever I want.
Sarabi: If you were half the king Mufasa was, you…
Scar: I am ten times the king Mufasa was. (Simba announces his presence with a loud roar.) Mufasa? No, you are dead.
Sarabi: Mufasa?
S: No, it’s me.
Sarabi: Simba? You’re alive? How can that be?
S: It doesn’t matter. I’m home.
Scar: Simba, Simba, I’m a little surprised to see you, alive?
S: Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip you apart.
Scar: Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom…
S: are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar: I would naturally. However, there is one little problem. You see them? They think I’m king.
Sarabi: Well, we don’t. Simba’s the rightful king.
S: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step down or fight.
Scar: Oh, must it all end in violence? I’d hate to be responsible for the death of a family member. Wouldn’t you agree, Simba?
S: That’s not gonna work, Scar. I’ve put it behind me.
Scar: And what about your faithful subjects? Have they put it behind them?
Sarabi: Simba, what is he talking about?
Scar: Ah, so you haven’t told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now it’s your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa’s death.
S: I am.
Sarabi: It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true.
S: It’s true.
Scar: You see, he admits it. Murderer!
S: No! It was an accident.
Scar: If it weren’t for you, Mufasa would still be alive! It’s your fault that he’s dead! Do you deny it?
S: No.
Scar: Then you’re guilty.
S: No, I’m not a murderer.
(Scar’s intimidating advance edges Simba over the rim of cliff edge. To save himself from certain death he claws his front talons firmly in the rock while Scars peers down on him with an insidious smile.)
Scar: Simba, you’re in trouble again. But this time daddy isn’t here to save you. And now everyone knows why.
N: Simba!
Scar: Now, this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember. This is just the way your father looked before he died. Here’s my little secret. I killed Mufasa.
(Enraged by Scar’s confession Simba musters up all his strength to leap back up onto the precipice.)
S: No. Murderer! Murderer!
Scar: No, Simba, please!
S: Tell them the truth.
Scar: Truth? But truth is in the eye of the beholder…Alright. Alright! I did it.
S: So they can hear you.
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
(A battle erupts between the lions and the hyenas.)
T: Pardon me. Coming through. Hot stuff.
Z: Let me out, let me out!
T: Let me in! Please don’t eat me.
Hyena B: Hey, who’s the pig?
P: Are you talking to me?
T: Oh, oh. He called you a pig.
P: Are you talking to me?
T: Shouldn’t have done that.
P: They called me Mr. Pig! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!
(Simba chases Scar to the edge of the rock.)
Scar: Simba, Simba, please, please have mercy. I beg you.
S: You don’t deserve to live.
Scar: Simba, I’m eh, family. It’s the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea.
S: Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.
Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn’t kill your old uncle?
S: No, Scar. I’m not like you.
Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. How can I prove myself to you, tell me anything.
S: Run, run away, Scar, and never return!
Scar: Yes, of course, as you wish, your majesty.
(A fight ensues between Simba and Scar, which ends with Scar being thrown from the rock by Simba. Scar finds himself being cornered by the hyenas after being thrown from the rock by Simba.)
Scar: Ah, my friends!
Hyena S: Friends? I thought he said we were the enemy?
Hyena B: Yeah, that’s what I heard. Ed?
Hyena Ed: He, he, he…
Scar: No, no, let me explain, no, you don’t understand, no, I didn’t mean…
(Scar disappears under a pack of attacking hyenas and is gone.)
Rafiki: (to Simba) It is time!
M: Remember…
(A victorious battle over the hyenas ensures Scar’s downfall, clearing the path at last for Simba to be crowned King of Pride Rock…Simba stands tall and proud with his friends by his side, overlooking all that the light touches; all that his to rule. The rays of the morning sun whisper promises of a new and prosperous era for all the lions of Pride Rock.
I can see what’s happening.
P: What?
And they don’t have a clue.
P: Who?
They’ll fall in love and here’s the bottom line. Our trio’s down to two.
P: Oh.
The sweet caress of twilight
There’s magic everywhere
And with all this romantic atmosphere
Disaster’s in the air
Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings
The world, for once, in perfect
Harmony
With all its living things
So many things to tell her
But how to make her see
The truth about my past?
Impossible!
She’d turn away from me
He’s holding back, he’s hiding
But what, I can’t decide
Why won’t he be the king I know he is?
The king I see inside?
(Chorus)
Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings
The world, for once, in perfect
Harmony
With all its living things
Can you feel the love tonight?
You needn’t look too far
Stealing through the night’s uncertainties
Love is everywhere they are
And if he falls in love tonight
It can be assumed
His carefree days with us are history
In short, our pal is doomed.
(Simba shows Nala around the place he calls home now.)
S: Isn’t this a great place?
N: 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?
S: Well, I just needed to get out on my own. Live my own life. And I did, and it’s great!
N: We’ve really needed you at home.
S: No one needs me.
N: Yes, we do. You’re the king.
S: Nala we’ve been through this. I’m not the king; Scar is.
N: Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Land.
S: What?
N: Everything’s destroyed. There’s no food, no water. Simba, if you don’t do something soon everyone will starve.
S: I can’t go back.
N: Why?
S: You wouldn’t understand.
N: What wouldn’t I understand?
S: No, no, no, it doesn’t matter. Hakuna Matata.
N: What?
S: Hakuna Matata. It’s something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen…
N: Simba.
S: There’s nothing you can do about it. So why worry.
N: Because it’s your responsibility.
S: What about you? You left.
N: I left to find help and I found you. Don’t you understand? You’re our only hope.
S: Sorry.
N: What’s happened to you? You’re not the Simba I remember.
S: You’re right. I’m not. Now are you satisfied?
N: No. Just disappointed.
S: You know, you are starting to sound like my father.
N: Good. At least one of us does.
S: 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.
N: I would if you’d just tell me.
S: Forget it.
N: Fine!
(Nala leaves.)
S: She’s wrong. I can’t go back. What would it prove anyway? It won’t change anything. You can’t change the past. (Simba looks onto the sky.) 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.
(One day Rafiki finds him, and follows him.)
S: Come on! Will you cut it out?
Rafiki: Can’t cut it out. It’d grow right back. Ha, ha, ha.
S: Creepy little monkey. Will you stop following me?! Who are you?
Rafiki: The question is, who are you?!
S: I thought I knew. Now I’m not so sure.
Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. Shh, come here, it’s a secret.
S: Aahh, enough already, what’s that supposed to mean anyway?
Rafiki: It means you’re a baboon, and I’m not.
S: I think you’re a little confused.
Rafiki: Wrong! I’m not the one who’s confused, you don’t even know who you are!
S: Oh, and I suppose you know?!
Rafiki: Sure do. You’re Mufasa’s boy. Bye!
S: Hey, wait!
(Simba runs after Rafiki.)
S: You knew my father?
Rafiki: Correction, I know your father.
S: I hate to tell you this, but he died, a long time ago.
Rafiki: Nope, wrong again! Ha, ha, ha…he’s alive! And I’ll show him to you. You follow old Rafiki, he knows the way. Come on!
(Simba follows Rafiki deep into the forest.)
Rafiki: Hurry up.
S: Wait, wait.
Rafiki: Come on. Come on.
S: Would you slow down?!
(They come to a lake.)
Rafiki: Stop! Shh…Look down there.
S: That’s not my father. It’s just my reflection.
Rafiki: No. Look harder. You see. He lives in you.
(Several days pass and Simba continues to roam around the forest. One day he hears a voice, calling him from above.)
M: Simba!
S: Father?
M: Simba, you have forgotten me.
S: No, how could I.
M: You have forgotten whom 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.
S: How can I go back? I am not what I used to be.
M: Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember who you are.
(Mufasa’s voice fades)
S: No, please, don’t leave me!
M: Remember!
S: Father!
M: Remember!
S: Don’t leave me!
M: Remember!
(Mufasa’s words rekindle in Simba a long forgotten ambition to rule.)
Rafiki: What was that? The weather. Very peculiar, don’t you think?
S: Yeah, looks like the winds are changing.
Rafiki: Ah, change is good.
S: 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 hits Simba with a stick) Ow! Jeez. What was that for?
Rafiki: It doesn’t matter! It’s in the past. Ha, ha.
S: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Rafiki: Yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it you can either run from it or learn from it. Ah, you see. So what are you going to do?
S: First, I’m gonna take your stick.
Rafiki: No, not the stick! Hey, where are you going?
S: I’m going back!
Rafiki: Go on! Get out of here!
(Back in the forest, Timon and Pumbaa are sleeping.)
N: Hey, wake up.
T & P: AAHHHH!
N: It’s Okay, it’s okay, it’s me!
T: Oh, don’t ever do that again. Carnivores!
N: Have you guys seen Simba?
T: I thought he was with you.
N: He was, but now I can’t find him. Where is he?
Rafiki: You won’t find him here! The king has returned.
N: I can’t believe it. He’s gone back!
T: Gone back? What do you mean? Hey, what’s going on here. Who’s the monkey?
N: Simba’s gone back to challenge Scar.
T: Who?
N: Scar.
P: Who’s got a scar?
N: No, no, no. It’s his uncle.
T: The monkey’s his uncle?
N: No! Simba’s gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.
T & P: Oohh!
(Simba is now in Pride Lands. A long lost child finally comes back home.)
N: Simba, wait up! It’s awful, isn’t it?
S: I didn’t want to believe you.
N: What made you come back?
S: 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?
N: I will.
S: It’s gonna be dangerous.
N: Danger? Hah! I laugh in the face of danger. Hahaha!
T: I see nothing funny about this.
S: Timon. Pumbaa. What are you doing here?
P: At your service, my liege.
T: We’re gonna fight your uncle for this?
S: Yes, Timon. This is my home.
T: Talk about your fix-her-up-er. Well, Simba, if it’s important to you, we’re with you’til the end.
(Simba, Nala, Timon and Pumbaa sneak up to Pride Rock.)
T: Hyenas! I hate hyenas. So what’s your plan for getting past those guys?
S: Live bait.
T: Good idea…hey!
S: Come on, Timon, you guys have to create a diversion.
T: What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the Hoola?
(Timon dresses up and dances before the hyenas.)
T: (sing) Hoola!
If you’re hungry for hunk of fat and juicy meat.
Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat.
Comin’ down and dine, on this tasty swine.
All you have to do is get in line.
Are you achin’?
For some bacon!
He’s a big pig.
You can be a big pig too
Aaahhh!
(The hyenas chase Timon and Pumbaa into distance.)
S: Nala, you find my mother and rally the lionesses. I’ll look for Scar.
(In the cave.)
Scar: Sarabi!
Sarabi: Yes, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting party? They are not doing their jobs.
Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.
Scar: No, you’re just not looking hard enough.
Sarabi: It’s over, there’s nothing left. We have only one choice, we must leave Pride Rock.
Scar: We are not going anywhere.
Sarabi: Then you have sentenced us to death.
Scar: Then so be it.
Sarabi: You can’t do that.
Scar: I am the king. I can do whatever I want.
Sarabi: If you were half the king Mufasa was, you…
Scar: I am ten times the king Mufasa was. (Simba announces his presence with a loud roar.) Mufasa? No, you are dead.
Sarabi: Mufasa?
S: No, it’s me.
Sarabi: Simba? You’re alive? How can that be?
S: It doesn’t matter. I’m home.
Scar: Simba, Simba, I’m a little surprised to see you, alive?
S: Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip you apart.
Scar: Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom…
S: are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar: I would naturally. However, there is one little problem. You see them? They think I’m king.
Sarabi: Well, we don’t. Simba’s the rightful king.
S: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step down or fight.
Scar: Oh, must it all end in violence? I’d hate to be responsible for the death of a family member. Wouldn’t you agree, Simba?
S: That’s not gonna work, Scar. I’ve put it behind me.
Scar: And what about your faithful subjects? Have they put it behind them?
Sarabi: Simba, what is he talking about?
Scar: Ah, so you haven’t told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now it’s your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa’s death.
S: I am.
Sarabi: It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true.
S: It’s true.
Scar: You see, he admits it. Murderer!
S: No! It was an accident.
Scar: If it weren’t for you, Mufasa would still be alive! It’s your fault that he’s dead! Do you deny it?
S: No.
Scar: Then you’re guilty.
S: No, I’m not a murderer.
(Scar’s intimidating advance edges Simba over the rim of cliff edge. To save himself from certain death he claws his front talons firmly in the rock while Scars peers down on him with an insidious smile.)
Scar: Simba, you’re in trouble again. But this time daddy isn’t here to save you. And now everyone knows why.
N: Simba!
Scar: Now, this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember. This is just the way your father looked before he died. Here’s my little secret. I killed Mufasa.
(Enraged by Scar’s confession Simba musters up all his strength to leap back up onto the precipice.)
S: No. Murderer! Murderer!
Scar: No, Simba, please!
S: Tell them the truth.
Scar: Truth? But truth is in the eye of the beholder…Alright. Alright! I did it.
S: So they can hear you.
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
(A battle erupts between the lions and the hyenas.)
T: Pardon me. Coming through. Hot stuff.
Z: Let me out, let me out!
T: Let me in! Please don’t eat me.
Hyena B: Hey, who’s the pig?
P: Are you talking to me?
T: Oh, oh. He called you a pig.
P: Are you talking to me?
T: Shouldn’t have done that.
P: They called me Mr. Pig! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!
(Simba chases Scar to the edge of the rock.)
Scar: Simba, Simba, please, please have mercy. I beg you.
S: You don’t deserve to live.
Scar: Simba, I’m eh, family. It’s the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea.
S: Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.
Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn’t kill your old uncle?
S: No, Scar. I’m not like you.
Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. How can I prove myself to you, tell me anything.
S: Run, run away, Scar, and never return!
Scar: Yes, of course, as you wish, your majesty.
(A fight ensues between Simba and Scar, which ends with Scar being thrown from the rock by Simba. Scar finds himself being cornered by the hyenas after being thrown from the rock by Simba.)
Scar: Ah, my friends!
Hyena S: Friends? I thought he said we were the enemy?
Hyena B: Yeah, that’s what I heard. Ed?
Hyena Ed: He, he, he…
Scar: No, no, let me explain, no, you don’t understand, no, I didn’t mean…
(Scar disappears under a pack of attacking hyenas and is gone.)
Rafiki: (to Simba) It is time!
M: Remember…
(A victorious battle over the hyenas ensures Scar’s downfall, clearing the path at last for Simba to be crowned King of Pride Rock…Simba stands tall and proud with his friends by his side, overlooking all that the light touches; all that his to rule. The rays of the morning sun whisper promises of a new and prosperous era for all the lions of Pride Rock.
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