02x10 - Maine-Iacs/Fiji-Fi-Fo-Fum

[bunniefuu]

♪ Hakuna matata ♪

♪ what a wonderful phrase ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ ain't no passing craze ♪

♪ it means no worries ♪

♪ for the rest of your days ♪

♪ it's our problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ yeah! ♪

♪ Hakuna matata! ♪

♪ Timon and Pumbaa! ♪

♪ Hakuna matata! ♪

♪ It means no worries ♪

♪ for the rest of your days ♪

♪ it's our problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ Timon and Pumbaa ♪

Aah!

Hmm?

Don't you worry, miss
pretty little butterfly lady,

I'm not gonna hurt you, and
I'm not gonna let anything

or nothin' happen to you.

Hey, Pumbaa, keep your eyes
peeled for a big, fat, juicy butterfly.

I thought I saw one fly this
way, and, boy, am I hungry!

Hi, Timon. I haven't
seen any butterfly,

and it's not under this
big hat that I'm wearing.

Aha!

Aha again!

Finally... aha!

But, Timon... don't
move, Pumbaa!

Ouch! Ooch!

I caught it! I caught it!

I caught it! I caught it!

At last, the final specimen needed
to complete my lepidopteral collection.

I'm very happy.

Did he say
lepidoptera... Collection?

Yeah.

I sure hope it's not contagious.

But, Timon, I always
thought "lepidoptera"

was derived from the Greek
word meaning "scale wing"

and is the scientific
name for butterflies!

You mean to tell me
the little pudgy guy

has a whole collection of
mouth-waterin' butterflies?

All those butterflies!

Come on, Timon!
We gotta follow him!

Settle down, pussycat.

It's only me.

Have you had a fulfilling day of
protecting my collection? Yes?

That's a good pussycat.

Look at that place, Pumbaa.

We've hit the jackpot!

It's a veritable
butterfly bistro!

Come on. We're wasting time.

We gotta get up and
into that tree house.

And just how exactly do you
plan to get past that pussycat,

which is really a tiger
and not a pussycat?

I'll let you, the brains of
the outfit, figure out that part.

Exactly.

Yaah!

Mommy!

Yaah-aah!

Don't worry, don't worry.

Just follow me.

Yee-aah!

Don't worry, Pumbaa.

I hired the best penguin
pilot money can buy!

But, Timon, penguins
are flightless waterfowl!

There's got to be a simpler
way to get past this tiger

and make it up
into that tree house.

Something really,
really, really,

reee-eeeally obvious.

Like magic flying pixie dust?

Pardon me?

You know, like tinker bell.

Oh, yeah.

That's a real
bell-ringer, Pumbaa.

I'll just skedaddle over to
never land and buy us a bag.

That's ok. I already
bought us some.

Yay for me!

What mook bamboozled
you into buyin' this garbage?

There's no such
thing as pixie dust.

No such thing as
pixie dust, huh?

Yeah, yeah. Everybody,
clap their hands.

Come on. Next stop,
the butterfly buffet.

Wow!

Just look at 'em all.

And look over there.

Look at the butterfly sleeping.

My butterfly. Oh.

Pretty butterfly, yes!

Now all that's left to do is to
get rid of that pudgy, dominating...

Right, Pumbaa? Pumbaa?

Waah! You'll never take them!

Way to go, Mr. Pig!

You probably sent pudgy
there all the way to China.

Now for our butterfly barbecue.

Not... So...

Fast.

Pumbaa, what's wrong?

See for yourself.

We are not, under any circumstances,
gonna barbecue these butterflies.

- Then can we bake 'em?
- Nope.

- Roast 'em?
- Nah-uh.

Dehydrate 'em and put 'em in little
plastic bags and store 'em for later?

Absolutely nope. Nah-uh. No way.

Well, if you didn't
come up here to eat 'em

then what did you
come up here to do?

Well, I hope you're happy.

Now, come on. Let's
get out of here before...

That happens.

My collection!

My beautiful
butterfly collection!

You've let them all go!

I must tell you, this
makes me very upset,

and I get very upset
when I'm very upset.

Great idea lettin' all the
butterflies go, swine-Stein.

Well, well...

Looks like you two
will be the start of...

A new collection, hmm?

Yay! Thanks, butterflies!

See? We saved the butterflies,

so the butterflies
saved us, right, Timon?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm...

And the moral of the
story is, I'm still hungry.

Oops. Sorry.

Ew! Every minute on the minute!

You're a regular gastronomical
old faithful, Pumbaa.

I should sell tickets.

I said, I'm sorry.

Yeah, well, sometimes
sorry's not good enough.

Let's face it. You stink.

And by stink, I
mean you smell bad.

So, uh, what...
what are you saying?

I'm sayin' I'll sleep
outside tonight.

Hey, sir stinks-a-lot!

Wake up! It's time
to grab some grub.

Yo! Private pungent!

Rise and swine!

Pumbaa?

My gracious me!

Never have I
smelled such a stench.

Pardon me, Mr. Pig.

Mr. Pig!

That's what they call me.

Now, I hate to bother y'all,

but I just couldn't help but
notice your rather noxious odor.

I know, I know.

If only I could get rid of it so my
bestest best friend would like me again.

Ohh...

Pumbaa!

Pumbaa!

Pumbaa!

Well, I've looked everywhere.

Now, why in the world would
Pumbaa be talking to a skunk?

Unless... unless...

Unless he's found himself
a new bestest best friend!

Y'all see, nobody ever took to
me 'cause of my stench, neither.

That's why I perfected the
fine art of odor extraction.

Ooh, my, oh,
Jefferson Davis' mama!

That is one powerful stench!

I wager y'all could just
strip the paint off of a fence.

Well, can you do it? Can you
make my smell smell like no smell?

After I get done fixin' you up,

you'll be smellin' like
a fancy hotel room!

Uh, what do you mean?

Sweet! You will be
smellin' sweet! Get it?

Ah! Here's the one.

Oh, that's better.

Ok, miss skunk lady, hit
me with your best shot!

Ahh! Springtime fresh!

Thanks.

Why a skunk? Why a skunk?

I mean, what's some stinkin', stenchy,
smelly skunk got that I don't got?

Stink bugs!

Stink! That's it!

Well, far be it for me to
be outstunk by a skunk.

If it's a smell Pumbaa wants, then
I shall acquire an odor of my own.

Hi there, Timon.

Hello there, Pumbaa.

Uh, Timon, uh... do
you smell something?

I certainly do.

Uh-oh. Uh, uh, I gotta go.

See ya!

But, Pumbaa...

Ohh!

Guess I'll have to
try somethin' else.

I'm telling you,
miss skunk lady,

I stunk even twice
as stinky as before,

like I'd just eaten a
truckload of stink bugs.

I just cannot hardly
imagine what went wrong,

but don't y'all worry.

My special recipe tea is guaranteed
to flush that smell right out of ya!

Go on! Kick that baby back!

Ahh!

Like a summer's breeze.

Thanks.

Clearly I do not stink enough,

but I, Timon, the brains of
the outfit, will not give up!

Ha ha!

Hi there, Timon.

Hello there, Pumbaa.

Uh... uh, I gotta go.

See ya.

Well, you don't smell now.

Not a bit.

I'm telling you, I smell awful,

like... like I've been
swimming in a stink mud pond.

Oh, well.

If y'all insist,
y'all still smell.

There is one last
thing I could do.

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!

What is it?

Why, just my little
old deodorizer!

Ooh!

The deodorizer!

Ready for your stink-ectomy?

Rrr-ready!

Here we go!

Oink.

Ah! Well, we'll call you done.

Ahh!

Baby fresh!

Thanks!

Delivery from rochefort, France!

Ohh oy!

Hi there, Timon.

Hello there, Pumbaa.

Say, how come you're
so sparkling and clean?

How come you're wearin' a
big wedge of smelly cheese?

Ok, ok, I admit it.

- I was trying to make myself smell.
- I was trying to make myself clean

so you'd still be my
bestest best friend.

Come on, bestest best
pal, let's hit the road.

From now on, your
smell is ok by me.

Uh, Timon, how long is that cheesy
cheese smell of yours gonna last?

I don't know. Why?

Well, let's face it. You stink.

And by stink, I
mean you smell bad.

So, what are you saying?

Aah aah!