02x01 - Palm Beached/Jamaica Mistake?

[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 ♪

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

This is it, Timon.
This is the spot!

Pumbaa, are you absotively,



You betcharoonie.

Because every time
you pick our napping spot,

something goes horribly wrong.

I'm sure nothing will go wrong.

Well, okay then.

I guess this spot'll do.

Yay.

Say, what's the big idea?

Huh?

Timon, where ya going?

Pumbaa, you've done it again.

I think maybe we've actually,

finally landed somewhere.

Holmes, you're a genius.

Now come on, let's get out
of this cruddy napping spot

before something
else goes wrong.

And now what do you have to
say about the napping spot I picked,

Mr. Negative?

I only have one thing to say...

Last one in is a
rotten stink bug!

Can we help you?

I, concierge quint,

the most accommodating luggage-hauling,
tip-loving hotel manager

in all of vacation paradise,
have determined that

you two are not
guests in my hotel.

You were right, Timon.

Every time I pick
the napping spot,

something does go
horribly, badly, awfully wrong.

I must be the worstest
napping spot picker ever.

But not this time, old pal.

This time, you picked the
bestest best napping spot

in the whole wide world.

I did?

Yes, you did.

So, now all you have
to do is figure out a way

to sneak past the overgrown
bellboy and get back inside.

And that is exactly
what I am going to do.

Eh, Timon, could you
maybe do the figuring out

how to sneak past the overgrown
bellboy and get back inside part?

Oy.

Did you say something?

Well, not exactly. Tee-hee.

Hmm, concierge smells
a malodorous odor.

Eww.

Ta-da!

Which door, Timon? Which
door? Which door? Which door?

None of them, Pumbaa.

Then what are we gonna do?

Pardon, did you by chance

see a meerkat and
warthog come this way?

Eh, yes. We... uh, I mean I,

a normal human
hotel guest, saw them.

They, uh, just went in here.

Appreciation.

Huh!

Now what do we do, Timon?

Don't worry, Pumbaa.

That overgrown bellboy is no match
for my superior meerkat intellect.

Yeah, boy, am I clever!

Trespassment.

Ahem.

We are here for the seminar.

Apologies.

Humph, don't let
it happen again.

What?

Timon, maybe we
should just pick ourselves

another napping spot.

No! No! No!

You picked the bestest best napping
spot in the whole wide world, Pumbaa.

And I am going to make
sure we get back up there!

You've got toilet plunger
things on your feet, Timon.

Now, you do too.

Obtainment.

Listen, tweedledee, you
can keep throwing us out,

but we'll just keep coming back.

This is our napping spot. Humph!

Accommodation.

If you two want to be guests,
you will be treated as such.

Your bill, sirs.

Uh, Timon, our napping spot has
never cost us anything before, has it?

No, it hasn't, Pumbaa.

So, uh, how are we
gonna pay for this?

The same way we pay
for everything, g-o-d.

Uh, what's that stand for?

Get outta dodge!

Interception.

You don't leave until you pay.

Ha ha ha!

Huh?

I'm falling.

What a mook.

Painfulness.

That's it, no more taking turns.

From here on out, Pumbaa,
I pick the napping spots,

because nothing bad ever
happens when I choose the spot.

And I say we're
gonna nap right here.

Don't say a word,
Pumbaa. Don't say a word.

Hakuna matata!

- Go!
- No!

- Go!
- No!

- Go!
- No!

- Go!
- No!

- Go!
- No!

But he's getting away!

Uh-uh! I'm not going into that
scary place that I'm scared of!

But that's where the moth went.

It's not a moth,
Timon, it's a bat!

In fact, I think
it's a vampire bat!

Fine, you stay out here then!

You yellow-livered,
weak-kneed, fraidy chicken,

jellyfishy, namby-pamby,
scaredy hog.

I'm going in.

Say that's handy.

Like Timon says,
it's just a moth,

not a nefarious, blood
thirsty vampire bat.

I'm sure he'll be okay.

That's what you think.

Timon!

Timon!

Timon!

Timon!

There now come
on you, poltroon pig.

Let's catch that moth.

Nope, no moth here.

He had to have gone down
one of these two hallways.

You go that way,
I'll go this way.

And no scared. I
don't like the scared.

Boo!

There he is! Let's get him!

Crazy old houses.

If I find the mook that
owns this place, why I'll...

You'll what?

Timon?

Please, don't hurt me.

Hello?

Hello?

Pumbaa! Where ya been?

Say, we gotta turn
on some more lights.

Timon, thank
goodness you're okay.

Can we go now? Please, please.

Please, please.

What are you, nuts?
And leave this spread?

Boll weevil stew.

Boston baked beetles,
c*ck custard pie.

Wolf spider omelet.

Grilled earwig, mmm...
Smoked monarch and silverfish

served in centi-pita bread.

And don't forget dessert.

Pumbaa, don't
turtle up on me now.

I'd like you to meet our all
too gracious host, Mr. Pirebat.

Ahh, you're just as
Timon described.

Strong, beefy, eatable!

Uh, I mean affable.

Come, Enos, let our dinner...

Uh, dinner guests
enjoy themselves.

We'll be back to
join them at midnight.

Uh, Timon, if these guys
are moths and not bats,

aren't we gonna eat them?

Bite the hand that feeds us?

Manners, Pumbaa, manners.

But Timon, that's just it.

I think they're
gonna feed on us.

Oh... and why is that?

It says right here on this menu.

And look at this.

And ask them yourself.

It is true, at the
stroke of midnight,

you will be nice and plump and
ready for us to suck your blood.

Now do you believe me?

Hakuna matata, Pumbaa.

We got until midnight
to find a way out of here.

Eh, let's go.

Wow, Timon. I can't
believe we got away

from that nefarious,
bloodthirsty vampire bat.

I knew we'd make it all along.

Funny thing though,

I can't remember
how we got away.

Me neither.

All I know is, my
neck's k*lling me.

And I'm really thirsty.