(gentle, noble theme) (music crescendos) (orchestra playing 'When You Wish Upon a Star') (fireworks popping) (theme quiets) (theme ends with a rousing flourish) - (birds chirping, lion roaring in distance) # Nants ingonyama bagithi baba - # Sithi uhhmm ingonyama - # Uhhmm ingonyama # Nants ingonyama bagithi baba - # Sithi uhhmm ingonyama - # Baba # Ingonyama - # Siyo Nqoba - # Ingonyama (quietly): # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala - # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala - # Se-to-kwa - # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala - # Asana # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala - # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala - # From the day we arrive on the planet # And blinking, step into the sun # There's 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 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 # In the circle # The circle of life (purring) (hollow tap) (rattling) (music continues, choir sings in Zulu) (sneezing) (song building gradually) # It's the circle of life (trumpeting) # And it moves us all # Through despair and hope # Through faith and love # Till we find our place # On the path unwinding # In the circle # The circle of life. # Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016 (squeaking) (sniffing) (sniffing) (squeaking) Life's not fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. (chuckling) Adieu. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food? What do you want? I'm here to announce that King Mufasa's on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. Oh now look, Zazu. You've made me lose my lunch. Ha! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia. Ooh... I quiver with fear. Now Scar, don't look at me that way. - (Scar growls) - Help! - Scar. - Mm-hmm, hmm? Drop him. Impeccable timing, Your Majesty. Blech. (groaning) Why, if it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners. Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba. That was today? - Oh, I feel simply awful. - (screeching) Must have slipped my mind. Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line. Well, I was first in line until the little hair ball was born. That 'hair ball' is my son and your future king. Oh, I shall practice my curtsy. Don't turn your back on me, Scar. On, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me. (roaring) Is that a challenge? Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you. Pity. Why not? Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But when it comes to brute strength... I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool. (sighing) There's one in every family, sire. Two in mine, actually. And they always manage to ruin special occasions. What am I going to do with him? He'd make a very handsome throw rug. Zazu... And just think-- whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him. (Mufasa chuckling) (gentle music) (distant thunder) (thunder rumbling) (muttering) Ah. Hmm... (chuckling) Simba. (chuckling) Dad! Dad! Come on, Dad, we gotta go. Wake up. - (grunting) - Sorry. Oop. - (snoring) - Dad? Dad! - Your son is awake. - SIMBA: Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad... - Before sunrise, he's your son. - Dad? Dad? Come on, Dad. (grunting): Dad! Whoa! (grunts) You promised. Mmm... OK, OK. - I'm up. I'm up. - Yeah! (roaring yawn) (music flourishes) Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom. Wow! 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. And this'll all be mine? Everything. Everything the light touches... What about that shadowy place? That's beyond our borders. You must never go there, Simba. But I thought a king can do whatever he wants. Oh, there's more to being king than getting your way all the time. There's more? (chuckles): 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. But, Dad, don't we eat the antelope? 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. Good morning, sire. Good morning, Zazu. Checking in with the morning report. - Fire away. - Well, the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot. - Oh, really? - The baboons are going ape... What are you doing, son? - Pouncing. - Let an old pro show you how it's done. ...I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't. - Zazu, would you turn around? - Yes, sire. The cheetahs are hard up... Stay low to the ground. Cheetahs never prosper... OK, stay low to the ground-- Right, yeah. - What's going on? - A pouncing lesson. Oh, very good. Pouncing. Pouncing?! Oh, no, sire, you can't be serious! Oh! This is so humiliating. (whispering): Try not to make a sound. What are you telling him, Mufasa? Mufasa? Simba? - (Zazu and Simba shout) - (laughing) - (thudding) That's very good. (laughs) - Zazu. - Yes? - Sir, news from the underground. - Now, this time... - Sire! Hyenas! In the Pride Lands! Zazu, take Simba home. Oh, Dad, can't I come? No, son. (sighs) I never get to go anywhere. Oh, young master, one day you will be king. Then you can chase those slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers from dawn until dusk. (bones rattling) - (bone landing and bouncing) - Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what! I despise guessing games. I'm going to be king of Pride Rock. Oh, goody. My dad just showed me the whole kingdom and I'm going to rule it all. Heh, heh. Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know. Hey, Uncle Scar when I'm king, what'll that make you? A monkey's uncle. (chuckles) You're so weird. You have no idea. So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he? Everything. He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border... Well, no. He said I can't go there. And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there. Well, I'm brave! - What's out there? - No, I'm sorry Simba. I just can't tell you. - Why not? - Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my favourite nephew. (scoffs) Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew. All the more reason for me to be protective. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince. Oops! An elephant what? - Whoa! - Oh, dear, I've said too much. Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all. Oh, just do me one favour: Promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place. No problem. There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember, it's our little secret. (cheerful music) - Hey, Nala. - Hi, Simba. Come on. I just heard about this great place. Simba! (growls) I'm kind of in the middle of a bath. SARABI: And it's time for yours. Mom! Mom, you're messing up my mane. OK, OK, I'm clean. Can we go now? So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb. No. It's really cool. So where is this 'really cool' place? Oh... around the water hole. The water hole?! What's so great about the water hole? - (quietly): I'll show you when we get there. - Oh. Uh, Mom, can I go with Simba? Hmm. What do you think, Sarabi? Well... - BOTH: Please? It's all right with me. - All right! - Yeah! As long as Zazu goes with you. No! Not Zazu. ZAZU: Step lively. The sooner we get to the water hole the sooner we can leave. (whispers): So where're we really going? - (whispers): An elephant graveyard. - Wow! Shh! Zazu. (whispers): Right. So how are we gonna ditch the dodo? Oh, I know how we can... Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be thrilled what with your being betrothed and all. - Be-what? - Betrothed. Intended. ZAZU: Affianced. - Meaning...? - One day you two are going to be married! - Yuck! - Eww! I can't marry her. She's my friend. Yeah, it'd be too weird. Well, sorry to bust your bubble but you two turtle doves have no choice. It's a tradition going back generations. Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go. Not so long as I'm around. Well, in that case, you're fired. Hmm, nice try, but only the king can do that. Well, he's the future king. Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you. 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. Hmm! Not the way I see it. # I'm gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware! # 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 on looking down # I'm working on my roar! # Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing - (yells) - # Oh, I just can't wait to be king! You've rather a long way to go, young master, if you think... # No one saying 'Do this' - Now, when I said that... - # No one saying 'Be there' - What I meant was... - # No one saying 'Stop that' - Look, what you don't realise... - SIMBA & NALA: # And no one saying 'See here' - Now, see here! # Free to run around all day 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 SIMBA: # Kings don't need advice # From little hornbills for a start # If this is where the monarchy is headed # Count me out! # Out of service, out of Africa # I wouldn't hang about (shrieks) SINGS: 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 Not yet! CHOIR: # 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! (trumpets) (thud!) ZAZU (muffled): I beg your pardon, madam, but get off! Simba? Nala? (both laughing) - All right, it worked! - We lost 'em. I... am a genius. Hey, genius, it was my idea. Yeah, but I pulled it off. With me! Oh, yeah? (growls) Ha! - Pinned you. - Hey, let me up. (both laughing) Pinned you again. (whooshing) (low, unsettled music) This is it. We made it. BOTH: Whoa! It's really creepy. Yeah. Isn't it great? We could get in big trouble. I know. (laughs) I wonder if its brains are still in there. There's only one way to know. Come on. Let's go check it out. Wrong! The only checking out you will do will be to check out of here. - Aw, man. - We're way beyond the boundary of the Pride Lands. - Look, Banana Beak is scared. - It's Mr Banana Beak to you, Fuzzy. And, right now, we are all in very real danger. Danger? Ha! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. (laughs) - (high-pitched cackling) - (gasps) Well, well, well, Banzai, what have we got here? Hmm. I don't know, Shenzi. Uh, what do you think, Ed? (laughs crazily) Yeah, just what I was thinking-- a trio of trespassers! And quite by accident, let me assure you. A simple navigational error. Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. I know you. You're Mufasa's little stooge. I, madam, am the king's major-domo. And that would make you...? SIMBA: The future king. Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? Puh. You can't do anything to me. Uh, technically, they can. We are on their land. But, Zazu, you told me they're nothing but slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers. Ix-nay on the oopid-stay. Who you calling 'oopid-stay?!?' My, my, my! Ooh! Look at the sun. It's time to go! What's the hurry? We'd love you to stick around for dinner. Yeah! We could have whatever's 'lion' around. (laughs) Wait, wait, wait, I got one, I got one! Make mine a 'cub' sandwich. Whatcha think? (laughter) (grunts) What? Ed? What is it? Hey, did we order this dinner to go? No. Why? Cos there it goes! (squawks) - NALA: Did we lose them? - I think so. Where's Zazu? So the little major-domo bird hippity-hopped all the way to the birdie boiler. Oh, no, not the birdie boiler! (yells) (all laughing) SIMBA: Hey! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size? Like you? - Oops. - (screaming, snarling) - ALL: Boo! - (crazy laughter) (grunting) (both yelling, juddering) Simba! - (gasps) - (shrieks) (growls) (both panting) (grunts) - (gasps) - Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. (weak roaring) (laughs) That was it? Ha. Do it again. Come on. (deep roar) - ALL: Huh?! - (roaring) (hyenas yelping) Oh, please, please. Uncle. Uncle. - Silence! - Hey, come on. We're gonna shut up right now. Calm down. We're really sorry. If you ever come near my son again... - Oh, this is... this is your son?! - Oh, your son? Did you know that? No. Me? I-I-I didn't know. No. Did you? No! Of course not. No. BOTH: Ed? (roaring) Toodles! (hyenas yelping) - Dad, I... - You deliberately disobeyed me. - Dad, I'm... I'm sorry. - Let's go home. I thought you were very brave. MUFASA: Zazu? Yes, sire? Take Nala home. I've got to teach my son a lesson. Come, Nala. Simba... (sighs) Good luck. Simba. (dark theme) (melancholy music) (music continues) Simba, I'm very disappointed in you. - I know. - You could have been killed. You deliberately disobeyed me. And what's worse, you put Nala in danger! (voice breaking): I was just trying to be brave like you. I'm only brave when I have to be. Simba... being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble. But you're not scared of anything. - I was today. - You were? Yes. I thought I might lose you. Oh. I guess even kings get scared, huh? Mm-hmm. (whispering): But you know what? - (whispering): What? - I think those hyenas were even scareder. (chuckles) Cos nobody messes with your dad. - Come here, you. - Oh, no, no... (playful growling) - Come here. - (laughing) - (laughing): Gotcha! - (both laughing) - Dad? - Hmm? We're pals, right? Right. And we'll always be together, right? 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. - Really? - Yes. So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you... and so will I. BANZAI: Man, that lousy Mufasa! I won't be able to sit for a week. (Ed laughing hysterically) It's not funny, Ed. (loud cackling) Hey, shut up! - (laughing) - (growling) (both barking, yelping) Will you knock it off? Well, he started it. SHENZI: Look at you guys. No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food chain. Man, I hate dangling. Yeah? You know, if it weren't for those lions, we'd be runnin' the joint. Yeah. Man, I hate lions. - So pushy. - And hairy. - And stinky. - And, man, are they... - BOTH: ...uuugly! (laughs) SCAR: Oh, surely we lions are not all that bad. Oh. Oh Scar, it's just you. We were afraid it was somebody important. - Yeah, you know, like Mufasa. - Yeah. - I see. - Now that's power. Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. - Mufasa. - Ooh. - Do it again. - Mufasa. - Ooh. - Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa! - (laughter) - SHENZI: Ooh, it tingles me. I'm surrounded by idiots. Now, you, Scar, I mean, you're one of us. - I mean, you're our pal. - Charmed. Ooh, I like that. He's not king, but he's still so proper. Yeah. Hey, hey. Hey, did you bring us anything to eat, Scar, old buddy, old pal? Huh? - Did ya, did ya, did ya? - I don't think you really deserve this. I practically gift-wrapped those cubs for you and you couldn't even dispose of them. (muffled): Well, you know it wasn't exactly like they was alone, Scar. Yeah. What are we supposed to do... (gulping) kill Mufasa? Precisely. Hmm? (Be Prepared) # I know that your powers of retention # Are as wet as a warthog's backside # But thick 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 - (yelling) - # So prepare for the chance of a lifetime # Be prepared for sensational news # A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer And where do we feature? # Just listen to teacher # I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded # When at last I am given my dues # And injustice deliciously squared # Be prepared! Yeah, be prepared. We'll be prepared... - For what? - For the death of the king. - Why? Is he sick? - No, fool, we're going to kill him. And Simba, too. Great idea! Who needs a king? (sing-songy): # No king! No king! # La-la, la, la-la, la! # Idiots! There will be a king! Hey, but you said... I will be king! Stick with me and you'll never go hungry again! - Yay! - All right! Long live the king! HYENAS: Long live the king! Long live the king! # King, king, king, king, king, king, 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 emphasise is - # You won't get a sniff without - me! (hyenas yelling) # So prepare for the coup of the century - # Be prepared for the murkiest scam HYENAS: # Ooh, la, la, la - # Meticulous planning - # We'll have food - # Tenacity spanning - # Lots of food - # Decades of denial - # We repeat - # Is simply why I'll - # Endless meat # Be king undisputed # Respected, saluted # And seen for the wonder I am # Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared # Be prepared ALL: # Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared # Be prepared! (evil laughter) (hyenas cackling) SCAR: Now, you wait here. Your father has a marvellous surprise for you. SIMBA: Ooh. What is it? If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now, would it? If you tell me, I'll still act surprised. Ho, ho, ho. You are such a naughty boy. Come on, Uncle Scar. No, no, no, 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. I'll go with you. No! (chuckles) No. Just... stay on this rock. You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas. You know about that? Simba, everybody knows about that. - Really? - 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, hmm? Oh... OK. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like the surprise? Simba, it's to die for. (bird screeching) (foreboding music) - (grunting) - SHENZI: Shut up. BANZAI: I can't help it. I'm so hungry. I got to have a wildebeest! Stay put. Well, can't I just pick off one of the little sick ones? No! We wait for the signal from Scar. There he is. Let's go. Little roar. Puh! (raspy growling) (raspy growling) (loud roar) (roar echoing) (low rumbling) (clattering) (frantic cawing) (rumbling grows louder) (dramatic music) (gasps) (hooves pounding) (thundering hooves) (tense, dramatic music) (hyena barking) (thundering hooves) - Oh, look, sire, the herd is on the move. - Odd. Mufasa, quick. Stampede... in the gorge. Simba's down there! Simba? (gasping) (grunting) Zazu! Help me! Your father is on the way! - Hold on! - Hurry! There! There! On that tree! Hold on, Simba! (gasping, screaming) ZAZU: Oh, Scar, this is awful. What'll we do? What'll we do?! Ah, I'll go back for help. That's what I'll do! I'll go back for... ooh! (wildebeest grunting) (grunts loudly) (screaming) (grunting) (roaring, grunting) - (roaring) - Dad! (roaring) Scar! (grunts) Brother. Help me. (roaring in pain) Long live the king. - (screaming) - No! (coughing) (echoing): Dad! (crackling) Dad? (sombre music) (gentle, sombre music) (music continues) Dad? Dad, come on. You got to get up. Dad. We got to go home. (echoing): Help! (echoing): Somebody! (echoing): Anybody... (sobs): Help. (crying) (sniffling) Simba. What have you done? There were wildebeests, and he tried to save me. It was an accident. I-I didn't mean for it to happen. Of course. Of course, you didn't. No one ever means for these things to happen. But the king is dead. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive. Oh, what will your mother think? (sniffling) What am I going to do? Run away, Simba. Run... Run away and never return. Kill him. (dark, dramatic music) (growling) (gasps) (growling) (growling) (grunting) (barking) (grunting) Whoa! (sighing) (yelling) - (screaming) - (laughing) Ow! Ooh! Eee! (laughing) Hey! There he goes! There he goes! - So go get him. - There ain't no way I'm going in there. What, you want me to come out looking like you? Cactus Butt? - (spits) - (yelps) - But we got to finish the job. Well, he's as good as dead out there, anyway. And if he comes back, we'll kill him. (echoing): Yeah! You hear that? If you ever come back, we'll kill you! (echoing): ...kill you! (laughing) SCAR: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy,... but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... - (sniffling) - 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. (hyenas laughing) Oh... (gentle, solemn music) (buzzards cawing) (buzzards continue cawing) (shouting) - Get out! Get out! Get out of here! - I love this. Bowling for buzzards. (chuckling) Gets them every time. (laughs) Uh-oh. Hey, Timon. You better come look. I think it's still alive. Yeeeech. All righty, what do we got here? (sniffing) (grunting) Jeez, it's a lion! Run, Pumbaa! Move it! Hey, Timon. It's just a little lion. Look at him. He's so cute and all alone. - Can we keep him? - (echoing): Pumbaa, are you nuts? You're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us. But he's so little. - He's gonna get bigger. - Maybe he'll be on our side. (scoffing) That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. 'Maybe he'll be...' Hey, I got it. What if he's on our side? You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. - So we keeping him? - TIMON: Pfft! Of course. Who's the brains in this outfit? - Uh... - My point exactly. Geez, I'm fried. Let's get out of here and find some shade. (gentle music) (moaning) - You OK, kid? - I guess so. You nearly died. - I saved you. - (snorting) Well, uh, Pumbaa helped. A little. Thanks for your help. Hey, where you going? Nowhere. Gee, he looks blue. PUMBAA: I'd say brownish-gold. No, no, no. I mean he's depressed. Oh. - Kid, what's eating you? - Nothing. He's at the top of the food chain. (laughing) The food chain... (coughs) So... where you from? Who cares? I can't go back. Ah, you're an outcast. That's great. So are we. What'd you do, kid? Something terrible. But I don't want to talk about it. - Good. We don't want to hear about it. - Come on, Timon. Anything we can do? Not unless you can change the past. You know, kid, in times like this, my buddy Timon here says 'You got to put your behind in your past.' - No. No. No. - Uh, I mean... - Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's, 'You got to put your past behind you.' Look, kid, bad things happen and you can't do anything about it, right? - Right. - Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. Well, that's not what I was taught. Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. (clearing throat) Hakuna Matata. - What? - (slowly): Hakuna Matata. It means 'no worries.' # Hakuna Matata # What a wonderful phrase # Hakuna Matata # Ain't no passing craze # It means no worries # For the rest of your days BOTH: # It's our problem-free # Philosophy # Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata? Yeah, it's our motto. What's a 'motto'? Nothing! What's a motto with you? (laughing) You know, kid-- these two words will solve all your problems. That's right! Take Pumbaa, for example. Why... # When he was a young warthog # When I was a young warthog! - Very nice. - Thanks. # He found his aroma # Lacked a certain appeal # He could clear the savannah after every meal PUMBAA: # I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned # And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind # And, oh, the shame! He was ashamed # Thought of changing my name! Oh, what's in a name # And I got downhearted How did you feel? - # Every time that I... - Hey, Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids. Oh. Sorry. BOTH: # Hakuna Matata # What a wonderful phrase # Hakuna Matata # Ain't no passing craze # It means no worries - # For the rest of your days - Yeah, sing it, kid. # It's our problem-free # Philosophy ALL: # Hakuna Matata... Welcome to our humble home. SIMBA: You live here? TIMON: We live wherever we want. Yep. Home is where your rump rests. It's beautiful. (belching) I'm starved. I'm so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. (chuckles nervously) We're fresh out of zebra. Any antelope? - Nuh-uh. - Hippo? - 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. Eew. What's that? A grub. What's it look like? Eew. Gross. Mm. Tastes like chicken. (slurping) Slimy, yet satisfying. These are rare delicacies. Mm... (crunching) Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch. You'll learn to love them. I'm telling you, kid, this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities. Ooh, the little cream-filled kind. And best of all, no worries. Well, kid? Oh, well... Hakuna Matata. (slurping) (gulps, smacks) Slimy, yet satisfying. That's it. (jaunty choral interlude) (chanting): # Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata # It means no worries # For the rest of your days ALL: # It's our problem-free # Philosophy SIMBA: # Hakuna Matata - PUMBAA (chanting): # Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata... - SIMBA: # Hakuna Matata TIMON: # Hakuna Matata - SIMBA: # Hakuna Matata - # Hakuna Matata - (imitating muted trumpet) - # Hakuna Matata - (babbles) # A-whoo-ooh-na Matata # Hakuna Matata # Mm, yeah... ta-ta # Ta-ta... # (laughing) ZAZU (glumly): # Nobody knows # The trouble I've seen # Nobody knows my sorrow... # Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it. # It's a small world after all... # No! No. Anything but that. # I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts # Diddely-dee-de, there they are a-standing in a row... BOTH: # Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head... - Oh, I would never have had to do this for Mufasa. - (Scar continues singing) What? What did you say? - Oh, nothing! - You know the law-- never, ever mention that name in my presence. I am the king. Yes, sire. You are the king. I-I... well, I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches. - BANZAI: Hey, boss! - Oh, what is it this time? We got a bone to pick with you. I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water. Yeah, it's dinnertime and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees. It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting. Yeah, but they won't go hunt. Oh... eat Zazu. Oh, you wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamy and... eew. Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish. And I thought things were bad under Mufasa. What did you say? I said Muf... I said, uh... 'Que pasa?' Good. Now get out. Hm, yeah, but... we're still hungry. - Out! - (yelping, Ed laughs) (crickets chirping) (belch echoing) TIMON: Whoa, nice one, Simba. Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed. Me, too. I ate like a pig. Pumbaa, you are a pig. Oh. Right. (all sighing deeply) (gentle music) Timon? Yeah? Ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there? Pumbaa. I don't wonder, I know. Oh. What are they? They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big, bluish-black thing. Oh. Gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas. Simba, what do you think? Well, I don't know. - Oh, come on. Give, give, give. We told you ours. - Come on, Simba, come on. - Please? - Give, give. - Well, somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there watching over us. Really? You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? (spluttering laugh) (guffawing) - (Simba laughs) - Who told you something like that? Yeah, yeah, yeah. What mook made that up? Yeah, pretty dumb, huh? Ah, you're killing me, Simba. Yeah. Huh. (hysterical laughter continues) (laughter stops) (solemn, poignant music) Was it something I said? (sighs) (solemn, poignant music continues) (sniffing) (grunts) (rattling) (expectant music) (humming) Hmm. Simba? He's-he's alive? He's alive! (laughing) (laughing gleefully) It is time. # Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube - # In the jungle - # Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube - # The mighty jungle - # Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube - # The lion sleeps tonight - # Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube... - # In the jungle - # Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube - # The mighty jungle - # Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube - # The lion sleeps to... - # Ohi'mbube, Ohi'mbube... I can't hear ya, buddy. Back me up! # A-weee-ee-ee-ee aa-Pum-ba-bum-ba-waaay... # Pumbaa? Pumbaa? (hums song) Huh? (grunts excitedly) (sneaky music) (slurps) (grunts) Hmm? Timon? (insects buzzing) (grunting) (low growling) (shrieks) (roars) (gasping) (panting) - (roars) - Pumbaa? - (grunting) - (growling) Pumbaa! Pumbaa! - (yells) - Pumbaa! Pumbaa! Hey, what's going on? She's gonna eat me! Huh? - Whoa! Jeez! Why do I always have to save your... Aah! - (growling) (growling, roaring) Don't worry, buddy. I'm here for you. - Everything's gonna be OK. - Huh?! Get her! Bite her head! Go for the jugular. The jugular! See, I told you he'd come in handy. (growling) Nala? Is it really you? Who are you? It's me, Simba. Simba? - Ah! - Whoa! - How did you...? - But how did you...? - (Simba stammering) - Where did you come from? - Oh, gee... this is... Oh, it's great to see you! - It's great to see you. - Hey, what's going on here? - What are you doing here? - What do you mean, 'What am I doing here?' What are you doing here? Hey! What's going on here?! Timon, this is Nala. She's my best friend! - Friend?! - Yeah. Hey, Pumbaa! - Come over here. - Huh? Nala, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Nala. Pleased to make your acquaintance. The pleasure's all mine. How do you do...? Whoa, whoa! Time out. Let me get this straight. You know her, she knows you but she wants to eat him. And... everybody's OK with this? - Did I miss something?! (breathes heavily) - Relax, Timon. Wait till everyone finds out you've been here all this time. And your mother-- what will she think? She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know. Well, of course, they do. Everyone thinks you're dead. - They do? - Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede. He did? What else did he tell you? What else matters? You're alive. And that means... you're the king. King? (scoffs) Lady, have you got your lions crossed. King? Your Majesty! I gravel at your feet. (kissing) Stop it. It's not 'gravel', it's 'grovel'. And don't-- he's not the king. - Are ya? - No. - Simba! No, I'm not the king. Maybe I was gonna be, but... that was a long time ago. Let me get this straight. You're the king? And you never told us? Look, I'm still the same guy. But with power! Could you guys excuse us for a few minutes? Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us. Right, Simba? Um... maybe you better go. It starts. You think you know a guy. (sighs) Timon and Pumbaa-- you learn to love 'em. What? What is it? 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. Hey, it's OK. I've really missed you. I've missed you, too. (purring) - (splutters) I tell ya, Pumbaa, this stinks. Oh, sorry. Not you. Them! Him. Her. Alone... What's wrong with that? # I can see what's happening - What? - # And they don't have a clue - Who? - # They'll fall in love # And here's the bottom line: # Our trio's down to two - Oh. - # Ze sweet caress of twilight # There's magic everywhere # And with all this romantic atmosphere # Disaster's in the air FEMALE VOCALIST: # Can you feel the love tonight? # The peace the evening brings # The world, for once, in perfect harmony # With all its living things SIMBA: # So many things to tell her # But how to make her see # The truth about my past? # Impossible! # She'd turn away from me NALA: # 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? CHOIR: # Can you feel the love tonight? - (gasps) - # 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 where they are # And if he falls in love tonight (sniffles) # It can be assumed # His carefree days with us are history BOTH: # In short, # Our pal is doomed. # (both sobbing) Isn't this a great place? 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? Well, I just needed to get out on my own. Live my own life. And I did. And it's great! We've really needed you at home. No one needs me. Yes, we do! You're the king. Nala, we've been through this. I'm not the king. Scar is. Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands. - What?! - Everything's destroyed. There's no food, no water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve. - I can't go back. - Why? - You wouldn't understand. - What wouldn't I understand?! - No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata. - What? - Hakuna Matata. It's something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen... - Simba! - ...and there's nothing you can do about it! So why worry? Because it's your responsibility. Well, what about you? You left. I left to find help! And I found you. Don't you understand? You're our only hope. Sorry. What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember. You're right. I'm not. Now are you satisfied? No, just disappointed. You know, you're starting to sound like my father. Good, at least one of us does. 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! I would if you'd just tell me! - Forget it! - Fine! She's wrong. I can't go back. What would it prove, anyway? It won't change anything. You can't change the past. 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. (sobs softly) (distant chanting) RAFIKI (chanting distantly): Asante sana! Squash banana! We we nugu! Mi mi apana! Asante sana! Squash banana! We we nugu! Mi mi apana! Asante sana! Squash banana! We we nugu! Mi mi apana! (hums) (chuckling) (crickets chirping) (poignant music) (music continues) (sighs) Asante sana! Squash banana! We we nugu! Mi mi apana! - (squeals playfully) - Come on. Will you cut it out? Can't cut it out. It'll grow right back! (laughing) Creepy little monkey. Will you stop following me? - Who are you? - The question is: Who... are you? (sighs) I thought I knew. - Now I'm not so sure. - Well, I know who you are. Shh. Come here. It's a secret. Asante sana! Squash banana! - We we nugu! Mi mi apana! - Ugh! Enough already! What is that supposed to mean, anyway? It means you are a baboon, and I'm not. (laughs) I think you're a little confused. Wrong! I'm not the one who's confused. You don't even know who you are! Oh, and I suppose you know. Sure do. You're Mufasa's boy! (gasps) Bye! - Hey, wait! # We baba ngivelelwe # We baba ngivelelwe. (Simba panting) You knew my father? Correction: I know your father. I hate to tell you this, but he died. A long time ago. Nope. Wrong again! (laughs) He's alive, and I'll show him to you. You follow old Rafiki. He knows the way. Come on! (exciting tribal music) Don't dawdle. Hurry up! Hey, whoa. Wait, wait. Come on. Come on! Would you slow down? (Rafiki cackling) (Rafiki cackling) Stop! (crickets chirping) Shh. (whispers): Look down there. (gentle music) (music continues) (music swells) (sighs) That's not my father. That's just my reflection. No. Look harder. (wind whistling softly) You see... he lives in you. (low rumbling) (wind whistling) (Mufasa's voice echoing): Simba... Father? Simba, you have forgotten me. No. How could I? You have forgotten who you are and so forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the circle of life. How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be. Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember... who you are. - No! Please! Don't leave me. - Remember... - Father! - Remember... Don't leave me. Remember... (wind whistling) What was that? (laughs) The weather-- ptth-ah! Very peculiar. Don't you think? Yeah. - Looks like the winds are changing. - Ah, change is good. 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. - (thud!) - Ow! Jeez-- what was that for? It doesn't matter-- it's in the past. (laughs) Yeah, but it still hurts. Oh, yes-- the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it... or... learn from it. Hah! You see? So what are you going to do? First... I'm going to take your stick. No, no, no, no! Not the stick! Hey! Where are you going? I'm going back! Good! Go on! Get out of here! (Rafiki laughs, whoops) (whoops) # Sabusa le lizwe # Busa lomhlaba. (snoring and muttering) Grubs... grubs. (snoring and muttering continues) Hey. Hey, wake up. (screaming) It's OK. Whoa, whoa. It's OK. It's me. (exhales heavily) Don't ever do that again! Carnivores, oy! Have you guys seen Simba? I thought he was with you. He was, but now I can't find him. Where is he? (laughs) You won't find him here. (laughs) The king has returned. I can't believe it. He's gone back! Gone back? What do you mean? Hey! What's going on here? Who's the monkey?! - Simba's gone to challenge Scar. - Who? - Scar. - Who's got a scar? - No, no, no. It's his uncle. - The monkey's his uncle? - No! Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king. BOTH: Oh. (rousing, inspirational music) (music continues) (music quiets and becomes sombre) (sombre music continues) (wind howls) (sombre music continues) NALA: Simba, wait up! It's awful, isn't it? I didn't want to believe you. What made you come back? 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? I will. It's going to be dangerous. Danger? Ha! I laugh in the face of danger. Hah-ha, ha, ha! I see nothing funny about this. Timon? Pumbaa? What are you doing here? At your service, my liege. Uh, we're going to fight your uncle... for this? SIMBA: Yes, Timon. This is my home. Oh, talk about your fixer-upper. Well, Simba, if it's important to you, we're with you to the end. (thunder rumbling) (wind howling) (snarling) TIMON: Hyenas. I hate hyenas. (whispering): So what's your plan for getting past those guys? Live bait. Good idea. - Hey! - Come on, Timon, you guys have to create a diversion. What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula? - (drums beating) - Luau! # If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat # Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat # Come on down and dine on this tasty swine # All you have to do is get in line - # Aaaare ya achin' - # Yup, yup, yup - # For some bacon? - # Yup, yup, yup - # He's a big pig - # Yup, yup # You could be a big pig, too. Oy! # (screaming) (snarling) Nala, you find my mother and rally the lionesses. I'll look for Scar. (echoing): Sarabi! (gasps) (snarling) (barking) (thunder rumbling) Yes, Scar? Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job. Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on. No. You're just not looking hard enough. It's over. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We must leave Pride Rock. We're not going anywhere. Then you have sentenced us to death! Then so be it. You can't do that. I am the king; I can do whatever I want. - If you were half the king Mufasa was you would neve... - I'm ten times the king Mufasa was! (growling) Mufasa? No, you're dead. (sombre music) Mufasa? No, it's me. Simba? You're alive? How can that be? It doesn't matter. I'm home. Simba? Simba! Oh, I'm a little surprised to see you... alive. (gulping) Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart. Oh, Simba, you must understand the pressures of ruling a kingdom... Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar. Oh, oh, ye... Well, I would, heh, naturally, however, there is one little problem. You see them? (snarling) They think I'm king. NALA: Well, we don't. Simba is the rightful king. The choice is yours, Scar. - Either step down or fight. - 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? That's not gonna work, Scar. I've put it behind me. Uh, but what about your faithful subjects? Have they put it behind them? Simba, what is he talking about? Ah, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death! I am. (sombre music continues) It's not true. Tell me it's not true. It's true. SCAR: You see? He admits it! Murderer! No! It was an accident! If it weren't for you, Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead. - Do you deny it? - No. Then you're guilty! No. I'm not a murderer. Oh, Simba, you're in trouble again but this time, Daddy isn't here to save you and now everyone knows why! - (gasps) - Simba! Now this looks familiar. Hmm... Where have I seen this before? Let me think. Hmm... Oh, yes, (chuckles) I remember. - This is just the way your father looked before he died. - (gasps) And here's my little secret: (whispers): I killed Mufasa. YOUNG SIMBA: No! SIMBA: No! Murderer! No, Simba, please. Tell them the truth. Truth? But truth is in the eye of the behold... (choking): All right... (gags) All right. (softly): I did it. - So they can hear you. - (growling) I killed Mufasa! (growling and snarling) (roars) (roaring) (snarling) - (roars) - PUMBAA AND TIMON: Hey-yah! TIMON: Excuse me. Pardon me. Comin' through. Hot stuff. Whoo! (both grunting) (hyenas snarling) (hyenas yelping) - (hyena snarling) - (roars) (yelps) (screams ferociously) (growling) Waa! Hozah! Hazow! Yaa! Yah! Eoow! (hyenas whimpering) (panting) Aah! (whimpers) Let me out! Let me out! Let me in! Let me in! (laughing evilly) Please don't eat me. PUMBAA: Problem? - Hey, who's the pig? - Are you talking to me? - Uh-oh. They called him a pig. - Are you talking to me?! - Shouldn't have done that. Are you talking to me?!! Now they're in for it. They call me... Mister Pig! (yelling) - (bowling pins crash) - ZAZU: Take that, you stupid... TIMON: Take that! And that! (hyenas grunting and yelping) Take that, you yellow belly... ALL (chanting): Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! (growls) (thunder cracks) (growling) (roars) (growls) Murderer. Simba, Simba, please. Please, have mercy. I beg you. You don't deserve to live. But, Simba, I am... uh... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. - It was their fault-- it was their idea! - (hyenas growling) Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie. What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your old uncle? No, Scar. I'm not like you. Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, uh, prove myself to you? Tell me, I mean, anything. Run. Run away, Scar, and never return. Y-Yes... of course. As you wish... Your Majesty! (yells) (grunts) (roaring) (growls) (roars) (both roaring) (epic music) (roaring) (roars) (roaring) (fire crackling) (unsettled music) (breathes heavily) Ah, my friends. (scoffs): Friends? I thought he said we were the enemy! Yeah... that's what I heard. BOTH: Ed? (laughs evilly) - No. Le... (stammers) Let me explain. - (hyenas cackle) No. You don't understand. No! I didn't mean... No! No! Look, I mean... I honestly... no, I... (fire roaring) (gentle, poignant music) (music continues) (rattling) (poignant music continues) It is time. (music swells) (rousing, noble music) (thunder rumbling) MUFASA: Remember... (roaring) (roaring) (roaring) (inspirational tribal music) # Baba ti-tabo # Maye babo # Busa lomhlaba # He! # Se-fi-le (trumpeting) # Ubuse ngo xolo # Ubuse ngo thando # Ubuse ngo xolo # Ubuse ngo thando # Ubuse ngo xolo # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala - # Ingonyama nengw' enamabala - # Till we find our place # On the path unwinding # In the Circle # The Circle of Life # Circle of # Life.