03x04 - Boo Hoo Bouquet/Timon... Alone

[bunniefuu]

♪ Hakuna matata ♪

♪ what a wonderful phrase ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ ain't no passin' 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 & Pumbaa ♪

Ah, spring.

It's such a romantic time.

Everyone's happy
and smiling and happy.

Flowers everywhere.

Love is in the air.

Yes, and so are the bees.

Oh, those bees do look tasty.

Tiny little tidbits.

Tantalizing and
tangy on the tongue!

Come on!

Excuse us.

Just go on with
what you're doing.

Ooh, zesty!

Mmm, spicy!

- Aah!
- Aah!

Hey, there!

You know, my flower shop
is just loaded with bees.

D-Did you say...

B-B-Bees?

You can have all the bees you
can eat if you deliver my flowers.

We're so busy today,

we'll take any help we can get.

Obviously.

I can't wait to deliver
these flowers, Timon.

We'll be making someone happy.

Yeah. Us.

All those zesty bees.

Mmm yum-mmm-mmm!

Okay, Pumbaa. Here we are.

First stop, maple street.

I wonder who this bouquet is
for. Maybe someone's mommy.

Or wife. Or sweetheart.

Pumbaa, you mushbag,
this is business.

Simple economics.

A, we deliver the flowers,

then b, we get...

Well, bees!

It may be business
to you, Timon,

but making someone happy
is going to make me feel

all warm and cozy inside.

Greetings, sir. These
flowers are for you.

I hate flowers!

Gee, Timon, I... I don't feel
all warm and cozy inside yet.

Do you?

It's because our stomachs are empty,
and if we don't deliver these flowers,

we don't get lunch.

Apparently, there's been
a little misunderstanding.

You see, these
flowers are for you.

I hate flowers!

Huh!

Hya-unh!

Did he look happy to you?

Who cares?

Our job is to give him this
bouquet whether he likes it or not.

Remember our motto, Pumbaa.

Neither rain nor sleet nor big,
hairy, tattooed guy in a t-shirt

is going to keep us
from getting our bees.

Oh, we have a motto?

We do now!

♪ Oh ♪

♪ flowers from a sweetie-poo ♪

♪ for you, for you ♪

♪ flowers turn
your heart to goo ♪

♪ and they're all for you ♪

♪ going to get some bees ♪

♪ once we give you these ♪

♪ flowers from a sweetie-poo ♪

♪ flowers just for yoo-oo-ou ♪

- Aah!
- Aah!

I'm beginning to think

this guy doesn't
want these flowers.

There, good as new.

Now, look, pal.

He's not going to
get away that easily.

Oh!

Pumbaa, if I don't make
it back, write my girlfriend

and tell her I was
thinking of her.

Uh, Timon,

you don't have a girlfriend.

That's okay.

You don't know how to write.

Is something
bothering you, Timon?

Yes, Pumbaa.

I'm... I'm scared,

and I'm wondering,

are those bees
really worth this?

No, Timon, eating
bees isn't worth all this,

but there's
something else that is.

What is it, Pumbaa?

Tell me! Please!

It's the happiness in
this poor soul's eyes

when he finally
accepts our flowers!

His happiness is
all that matters now.

You're right, Pumbaa.

The glow of pure joy on his
face will give our lives meaning.

Now, remember, the last
time we rang his doorbell,

he blew up his own
porch to get rid of us.

That'll keep you from
coming to my house!

Hang on there, Timon!
We're gaining on him!

I'm... oh! Trying...
oh! To... whoa!

Ow! Oh! Ow! Eek! Ow! Ow!

Just a little more, Pumbaa!

Pump, Pumbaa, pump!

Huh?

Here you go, you lucky guy!

Aah!

We got him this time, pig pal!

We'll have meaning in our
lives in a matter of minutes.

Heh heh! No door.

Aah!

I'll show you you can't give
me flowers and get away with it!

Let's see those two birdbrains
get those flowers this time!

I didn't mind being shot at
and blown up with dynamite

trying to deliver those flowers,

but are you sure going over
the falls in a barrel is safe?

Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa.

Of course it's safe.

We have our little
daredevil caps on.

No! No! It can't be!

Gaah!

Unh! Ngeah!

Gaaah!

Oh! Oh, thank you! Thank you!

Ah, these two idiots have been
following me, and I can't tell you

how grateful I am to you for...

Awk! Eek!

Enjoy!

Yaaaaaah...

Did you hear that, Timon?
I knew he'd be grateful.

And our winner is... uh,

this guy!

Ahh, he's finally happy.

Beauty contest
winners always are.

Well, Pumbaa, all's
well that ends well.

There won't be any more
deliveries to 506 maple street.



Uh-oh.

Timon, we were supposed
to deliver the bouquet

to 605 maple street!

We had the wrong house!

Oh well.

Aah!

Uh, say there, pig
daddy, nice to see you,

but you're derailing
my train of thought.

Timon, why are you
wearing that funny hat... uh,

oh, you're coming up with another
one of your schemes, aren't you, Timon?

Oh, boy!

Wow, what a big
feather you got, Timon!

Is it part of a...
hee hee! Plan?

Something involving
tickling someone?

What do I got to do, you
know, to help you out, partner?

Listen, buddy, my whole life,
I've been nothing but a big talker.

Oh, I wouldn't say that, Timon.

You yell good, too,
and when you snore...

So I got to thinking if I wrote
down all my thoughts, all my ideas,

all my intelligent
observations...

Yeah, well, you
could write a book!

Exactly, Pumbaa.

I've decided to become a writer.

That's a great idea.

Should I write down
my thoughts, too, Timon?

Should I? I had one, uh... once.

Your thoughts? Ha! No, no.
I have to take this new path

as a world-famous writer...

Alone.

Aww... can I watch?

Uh, sure, sure. But only if
you're quiet. I need to concentrate.

Oh, sure thing, Timon. No problem.
I'll be as quiet as a c*ck.

One that I've
already eaten, ha ha!

Okay, where shall I begin?

Hmm... of course. A title.

Hmm. Title. Title. Title.

I've got it! Timon...

Alone.

Oh, I like it!

Who wouldn't?

I'll make millions!

Ahem, ahem, ahem!

From the day I was born, it was
obvious I had that certain something.

Yeah, fleas. Remember, Timon?
You had a teeny little flea problem.

No, no, no! I'm going
somewhere I can think.

Somewhere I can't hear you
snorting and snuffling and especially

that horrible teeth-sucking!

Yew!

Are you saying you would
like to be alone, Timon?

- Finally, the mook gets it.
- If that's what you really want, sure.

It's not what you
really want, is it, Timon?

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

I need to concentrate!

And to do that, I
need to be alone.

Apart! Solo! Separate!

Capital "a" first-person
singular alone!

Oh, well, then, sure,
by all means, friend.

Take however much time you need.

- Ahh, finally, I can write my best.
- selling book about myself

without that mook around.

And a snack might
help me concentrate.

Hyah!

Come on, you little
dickens, come to papa.

Aha!

Please tell me

this is not who I think it is.

It's not who you
think it is, Timon.

Nngghh!

Yah-oof!

Timon, it was an accident.
I was just passing by,

and I sniffed a
bug, and... Timon?

I hope he gets over
this alone thing quickly.

I was a humble
meerkat and didn't realize

I was a genius.

Genius. That seems so mundane.

Timon! Oh, my god!
Got to hide! Got to hide!

I need a better word
for genius. Uh, let's see...

Unh! I'll dig under!

Ahem! Uh-oh.

What are you doing here, you
empty-headed, brainless oaf?

Uh, great minds think alike?

That's it! What do I have
to do to get away from you?

Grow wings? Move to timbuktu?

Don't worry,
Timon. I understand.

You don't have to go
anywhere. I'll go far, far away,

deep into dismal swamp,

where we'll never bump
into each other again.

Finally. Solitude. The
perfect atmosphere.

The perfect ambiance for writing
the greatest novel of all time.

So peaceful.

So quiet.

So... lonely!

I can't stand it!

Who are you staring at?
I got to go find Pumbaa!

Yeesh! Whoever named this
dismal swamp wasn't kidding.

Now, where, oh, where
could my little pig be?

Oh, what was I thinking? How
could I have been so stupid?

I hate being alone. I'm nothing
without that big, fat warthog.

All by myself, I'm not Timon
and Pumbaa, I'm just Timon and...

Buh... why, without him,
hakuna matata is just hak mat.

Grr!

Uh-oh. That can't be good.

This is terrible.

Ooh!

What could be worse than this?

Now, I know you're out there, you
cowards! Why don't you show yourselves?

Uh, heh heh. I
didn't mean... now.

This is it! I'm going out alone!

All alone!

Sorry to break up the Timon-for-lunch
bunch, but I feel the need to intercede.

Don't worry, it's
free of charge!

You alright, buddy?

I am now.

How did you ever find me?

I just followed your trail.

I'm sorry, Pumbaa. I was
wrong to send you away.

We're a team. We
should stick together.

Timon and Pumbaa.

Pumbaa and Timon.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. The
point is, I was a real mook.

Really? You can be a mook, too?

And I thought I was the
only mook in the world.

No, Pumbaa.

Sometimes I can be a
bigger mook than even you.

Oh, thanks, Timon. That's the
nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

Yeah.

So, uh, are you still going
to be a waiter, Timon?

Uh, writer, Pumbaa. And
no. I've sworn off writing.

From now on, it's hakuna
matata all the way, friend.

It's two for the road, duet
city, just you and me, pal.

Nothing will ever
come between us again.

Ee-yaah.

- He did it!
- I... huh?

Ow!

Oh! Ow! Leave me alone! Ow!

Stop pecking!

I'm just going to hate
myself for that. Tomorrow.

Yeow! Yeow! Yeow! Yeow!