03x12 - Bigfoot, Littlebrain/Astro-Nots

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♪ 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 a problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ yeah! ♪

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♪ Timon & Pumbaa ♪

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♪ for the rest of your days ♪

♪ it's a problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ Timon & Pumbaa ♪

We've been lying here
doing nothing for 3 days now.

Why do you figure Elvis would
marry a two-headed space alien?

Seems to me, that's
just asking for trouble.

Maybe we should do something.

We are doing something,
Pumbaa. We are reading the tabloids.

You can't believe what you
read in the tabloids, Timon.

Hey! They got an
actual photo of Bigfoot.

Bigfoot? Why, he's...
he's... he's my hero!

Hero? Why?

Bigfoot is hairy and dirty
and has big, smelly feet

and hangs around the forest
doing nothing, just like us.

So, Bigfoot really does exist. This
may be what's missing in my life.

Excuse me.

You just said you can't believe
what you read in the tabloids.

No. I said you can't believe it.

For me, this means a reason
to get up in the morning.

Why would anyone want
to get up in the morning?

It means something
exciting to do...

A reason to get out
and explore a new land.

You want to travel
halfway around the world

to find some hairy beast
nobody else can find?

It'll be wonderful
fun. We'll go camping.

Pumbaa, our whole life is
camping. We live outside.

You want wonderful fun?

Let's check into a nice
hotel for a couple of nights,

order up a big bug
platter from room service,

use those little shampoos.

Nope. You and I are
going to find Bigfoot.

Hmm, looks like he's surrounded
by a cloud of, uh... bugs?

Bugs? Really?

Wish we could get a
closer look at this picture.

Let's use this.

Hmm, now I can see the spaces
between the paper molecules.

Just pull it back a little.

Oh, boy, oh, boy! Does
he look appetizing...

I mean, interesting!
Pumbaa, I guess I'm outvoted.

We're going on a Bigfoot hunt.

You won't be sorry. You'll see, Timon.
This is going to be a great adventure.

Think of the excitement.
Imagine the thrills.

Watch out for the landslide!

So, when you say adventure,

what you really mean is an experience
in which one sustains bodily injury.

Uh, sorry, Timon, but it'll all be
worthwhile when we find Bigfoot.

So, you're going to walk up
to a tree and say, "excuse me.

We're looking for Bigfoot and his
bugs." Sounds like a lounge act, anyway.

Exactly what are
you looking for?

Any trace of Bigfoot.

Oh, I see, like big toenail clippings,
maybe an enormous bedroom slipper?

Ooh! How about a
huge sock? Yow! Oh!

What a strange place to leave
a hole... right here in the ground.

I don't think it's a hole
in the ground, Timon.

Well, of course it is.

It's obviously a hole, and it
is obviously in the ground.

Aah!

Timon, you did it!
You found Bigfoot!

No kidding.

You're our hero,
Mr. Foot, our idol.

Aw, shucks.

Hey! No shuffling. I
don't like the shuffling.

I'm Pumbaa, and this is Timon,

and we've come all the way
from Africa just to meet you.

You want be my friends?

Biggie, with bugs like those,
we'll be your friends forever.

I must admit, this adventure
has made me quite famished.

A long way to come
for a meal, but... worth it.

You sure didn't eat
much, though, Mr. Foot.

Well, our work here is done.
Time to be heading home.

Yes, we must be off
on our next adventure.

You can't go.

You my friends.

You leave Bigfoot all alone.

Oh, you must have
some other friends.

I did, but... you ate them!

All we ate was bugs, biggie.

The bugs... oh!

They weren't your
friends, were they?

Yes. Only friends biggie have.

Oh, my gosh! Why
didn't you say something?

We're so sorry. We didn't know.

Never make friends with food.
That's what my mother always told me.

Eventually you'll
wind up full but lonely.

Well hate to eat your friends and
run, but we've got a tight schedule.

You not leave! Please!

Did I say leave? I meant
stay. Stay is what I meant.

Pumbaa, leaving,
leaving a.S.A.P.

We can't leave, Timon.
We ate his friends.

Don't cry, Mr. Foot.
We're staying.

Good! Staying!

Want play?

Yeah. Let's play airport. You
take us there. We buy a ticket.

With other friends,

ones you ate, we
always play SWAT.

Sounds like fun! How
do you play SWAT?

Uh, shh. Pumbaa, no.

- Aah!
- SWAT! Like that.

Uh, right. What other
games do you play?

Hide-and-seek.

Now, look here,
biggie. I... aah!

I hide him.

I've had about enough of... oh!

Now I try seek him.

But you're the one who hid him.

I know, but I forget.

Where are you?

Yoo-hoo!

Hello, little furball!

I would like to go home now.

We can't. Look how
happy we've made him.

Hello, furry little
guy. Where are you?

Hello!

Psst! Pumbaa, wake up.
This is our chance to escape.

We can't do that, Timon. What
if you woke up and found out

the only friend you had
in the world was gone?

That would be you, and
I would consider myself

one lucky meerkat.

Good morning, friends. What
games we play today, huh?

Tag. You're flat! Or
maybe dodge Boulder.

Yi!

Oh. I'm starting to feel like a
pancake. Got any maple syrup?

I'll tell you what we've got.
We've got to do something.

Hmm, since he's not the
sharpest tool in the shed,

I'm going to try something.

Hey, biggie!

Look at this!

Sort of short-circuited that
one brain cell of his, huh?

Come out of it, you mook!

Huh? What? Boy, you're good.

I don't know how long he'll stay
like that, so we'd better hustle.

But we can't leave, Timon.
We ate the poor guy's friends.

Oh! We have to get Mr. Foot
another swarm of bugs.

Then he'll be happy.

You want to go to all the
work of finding lots of tasty bugs

and then not eat them?

Exactly.

Let's get this over with.

I got a whole mess of
bugs! How'd you do?

I got a ton!

We could, you know, eat
some of these, couldn't we?

Nope.

Mr. Footy, we have
a surprise for you!

Hey, biggie!

Huh? Ha ha!

Shh! I think I found new friend.

Not food... friend.

You go now.

Maybe now we can
have a little snack-a-roony.

I don't see why not.

- Ooh!
- Yaah!

SWAT 'em! SWAT 'em!

SWAT?

Ow! Ow!

I taught them how
to play that game.

Ouch! Ooh!

Is this the adventure you
were looking for, Pumbaa?

Not exactly!

Oh, boy! Dinner at last!

I'm so hungry, I could eat a...

Little, teeny, stupid,
shrivelly doodle bug?

Don't you start. I hunted all day,
and this was the best I could do.

It's just not bug season.

Why don't you take your
big hog butt out hunting?

Then you'd know
these things. Hey!

What are you doing now? Ooh!

It says in that paper that
bugs have been found

in these meteor rocks
that came from Mars.

Pumbaa, you are so easily
led. Bugs do not come in rocks.

That is a myth.

Everybody knows the
bug fairy brings them.

I don't know. Those
people at, uh... NASA

seem pretty sure.

Wait. NASA? N-a-s-a?

That's the national
academy for the study of ants!

They can't be wrong.

We've got to get to Mars pronto.

But, Timon, Mars
is another planet.

No, no, Pumbaa.

Mars, as all edumacated
folk know, is, uh...

Is, uh... here in Texas,

just east of El Paso,
named after Hector Mars,

inventor of the marshmallow.

Its main exports are crabgrass
and rocks with bugs in them.

Wow! If it's that close,
then we can visit it.

And looky here, Timon.

It just so happens that
NASA is looking for people

who want to go to Mars, free!

Mars, here we come!

Tell them we got a coupon.

So, you gentlemen
want to be astronauts?

Hey, we're not up on your
fancy-schmancy words there.

We just want to go to Mars.

It doesn't worry you the trip
to Mars may be dangerous,

with meteor showers,
burning up on re-entry,

hostile alien life forms?

We are concerned
about bugs, Mr. NASA, sir.

We would like
lots of them to eat.

If you agree to go to Mars, we'll
feed you all the bugs you want.

Then we are your guys.

Gentlemen, prepare
to go to Mars.

Hello. We're the scientists
overseeing your case.

First on the agenda
is a complete physical.

Isn't it nice that they care
so much about our health?

You were saying?

Congratulations, team members.
You have been declared physically fit.

Now you're ready
for the training.

Training... what a great idea.

That's why we never catch bugs.
We haven't been properly trained.

Timon, my book says
that the planet Mars

is hot, Sandy, and red.

Would you forget
the planet thing?

These NASA people
are serious experts.

They would never send us
anywhere dangerous or screwy.

Hey, what's this?

Now it's time for your
antigravity training.

Woo-hoo!

This must be for getting bugs
off those hard-to-reach places.

Like the empire state building.

Ah, yes. Very smart.

I hear Texas is on a
different standard of gravity.

I saw one of these
in a magazine.

It's the latest in
bug-infested-rock crushers.

We need to learn to
concentrate while this happens.

Ow.

Uh, Mr. Scientist, sir, do we
ever get to have some bugs?

Of course, but not yet.

This must be for
learning to catch bugs

while cornering
sharply in traffic.

Bugs.

Not yet.

Whew!

Now for the really
fast bugs! Aah!

Not yet.

Boys, I have great news.
You are now astronauts.

You're going to Mars.

Here are your supplies and
your flying orders, team members.

Mmm! Grape-orange concentrate,
just like mom used to make.

Oh, Timon!

There's something here
I think you should see.

What?

This map says that Mars
is, like, 2 billion miles away,

which means that I was right

when I said that
it was a planet!

Oh, really? Hey,
who'd have thunk?

So, how do we get there?

What? They're going to sh**t us
into space in that big flaming thing?

We got to get out of here!

You know, I sure admire you boys

bravely facing death
and dismemberment.

Uh, maybe we should call it
off. I'm not feeling very well.

You k*ll me!

I sure will enjoy the promotion I'll
get when you land that baby on Mars...

That is, if you make it.

Hey, look! A sale on pencils!

Say, that's odd.

Hey!

They're going to come after us!

Where can we hide? Psst!

Not only is it a hiding place...

Dinner is served.

Mmm! Mmm! We
outsmarted those brainiacs!

Yeah. Those dopes!

They should have realized
that they'd never get us on that...

Three, two one!

- Rocket ship!
- Ignition!

That wasn't so bad,
compared to a New York taxi.

We made it, Pumbaa!
Mars... insect central!

I don't know, Timon.

What's not to know?

We are now the only earthlings
on a planet of puny, little bugs.

We are going to eat like kings!

Oh, really?

Greetings, earthlings.
We've been observing you.

Aah!

Just f.Y.I.

That rock you found
was 2 billion years old.

We Mars bugs have evolved
just a little bit since then.

Well, you got to admit one
thing, Timon. We did get our bugs.

Yeah. I just didn't expect
the bugs to get us back!