The next day/Discovering the perfect dreamhome/Simba was found/Hakuna Matata

Here is how Jiminy Cricket, Timon, Pumbaa, and their friends found Simba in Jiminy Cricket and the Lion King.

With Jiminy, Timon, Pumbaa, and their friends asleep on the beach, daylight came as Timon woke up and stretched.

Timon: {cracking his back} Uhh! {stretching} Uhh! Ooh! Aw, well. It's too bad we never found that perfect place. Why'd we ever listen to that stupid monkey? Pumbaa: {waking up, gasping} I think maybe you're giving up too soon, Timon. Timon: {sneering} Beyond what you see... {Pumbaa grabs his head and spins it around to face what he sees} Huh? Pumbaa: {triumphantly} Remember that place I told you about? {The camera rotates to show a gorgeous jungle panorama: waterfalls, woods, distant mountains, lush lakes and rivers.}

Timon: Forget about your place. Get a load of what I found! Talk about "beyond what you see"! {Samba music plays} Pumbaa, this is our dream home! {pulling aside vines to demonstrate} Dramatic views! {Pulling vines taut for Pumbaa to swing in them} Your very own porch swing! {The two of them relaxing in a pool which is bubbling merrily} Hot tub and spa! {pulling open a tree to reveal dozens of bugs} Well-stocked cupboard! {Pumbaa slurps up all the bugs.}

Pumbaa: {mouth full} Let's celebrate! Timon: {relaxing on a vine stretched across the water} The monkey was right. We found it: the perfect life. {dives into the water} Pumbaa: {wearing a chef's hat of leaves; stacking bugs on a skewer} I'll just whip up a little something. Timon: {drying off with a leaf} He had the perfect name for it, too. Pumbaa: {tossing bugs in a large leaf-bowl} Come and get it! Timon: Such a wonderful phrase. It had this rhythm: {trying to remember} Laduda Ladada... Pumbaa: {holding out a leaf-dish} Try this... Hot tuna frittata. Timon: {not paying attention} Hmm... No, that's not it. Pumbaa: {adding another bowl of bugs} The spinach armada. Timon: Quiet, Pumbaa. I'm trying to think. Pumbaa: {setting out a bowl of bug-mush} A spoon of ricotta. Timon: Two words. Pumbaa: {another dish} A wormy piccata. Timon: Six syllables. Pumbaa: {yet another} Kahuna colada. Timon: Twelve letters. Pumbaa: {another} A blue enchilada. Timon: Rhymes with... Pumbaa: {another} Legumes on a platter. Timon: {tapping his head} Think think think... Pumbaa: {poking at one of the dishes} This oughta be hotter. Timon: {desperate} I forget! Pumbaa: I gotta lambada! {Pumbaa starts dancing, trotting sideways until he bumps into Timon; his hat rolls off. Timon grabs hold of his snout and yells.}

Timon: Hey! How can you dance at a time like this? I'm dyin' here! {realizes he's gone a bit too far, he lets go and backs off} Ooh. Sorry about that, pal. Pumbaa: {nonchalant} Hakuna Matata. Timon: {shakes his head in confusion; cartoonish "Obbidy-obbidy-obbidy" sound effect} ...Come again? Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries." Eh— {realizes} Ohhh. {Epiphany music plays, hinting at the inevitable "Hakuna Matata" song. Wipe to the two of them swinging on vines into the water. As they're both in midair, the movie pauses.}

Pumbaa: {off-screen} Hey, Timon. I got an idea. Let's do a sing-along! Timon: Oh, you tease. {a ladybug appears on-screen, near the words HAKUNA MATATA which appear at the bottom}I love karaoke! I'm there. {As the lyrics appear on the screen, over a montage of Timon and Pumbaa enjoying their carefree life, the ladybug hops from syllable to syllable as they sing the words.}

Both: Hakuna Matata What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata Ain't no passin' craze {The ladybug disappears after dancing across "CRAZE"}

Timon: It means no worries, for the rest of your day—Wait a second. {Camera pulls back to show the silhouettes. Timon is singing into a microphone; Pumbaa is chewing and crunching on something. Timon pauses the movie.}

Timon: {quietly} Pumbaa... where's the grub? Pumbaa: Puhh. {opens his mouth; the ladybug staggers out, all mauled up} Timon: {exasperated} Ohhh. You just can't help yourself, can you? Pumbaa: Sorry. Timon: Okay... but this time, show a little self control. {Timon resumes the movie. The bug is now staggering across the words and getting bounced around by the pair's on-screen antics: floating down a river cascade, bungee-jumping on jungle vines, parachuting on leaves, slurping up a long worm and ending in a kiss as in "Lady and the Tramp"

Timon: Hakuna Matata! Ha-haah! {Both scream as they bungee-jump} Both: It means no worries For the rest of your days It's our problem-free Philosophy Hakuna Matata {It becomes a chant as they shuffle along the now-famous log, dancing and singing}

Both: Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata... {Sudden cut to a close-up of Ma.}

Ma: {taken aback} Hahuna Ma-what-a? {Rafiki is talking to Ma under the meerkats' tree by the rock.}

Rafiki: Oh ho ho ho ho. It means "No worries." Ma: {skeptical} I see... Rafiki: So, I told the boy: To find Hakuna Matata, you must look beyond what you see. Ma: {understanding} Ohh. A metaphor. Rafiki: Well, actually, it's not a meta— {Rafiki gets clocked in the head with his own stick}

Ma: {enraged} You used a metaphor on Timon?! He takes things literally! {panicking} That's it. He's starving out there. I just know it! Max! Timon's out there chasing metaphors. I've gotta go find him! Uncle Max: {calling from inside a hole; his voice shakes the ground} Are you nuts?! Ma: {disgusted} Nice to have a supportive family, isn't it? {determined} Well, here I go. Rafiki: {sagely} Remember, the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. Ma: Thanks. Here's my first step: {jumps squarely onto Rafiki's foot} {Camera cuts to Timon screaming instead of Rafiki}

Timon: Yeeeeoooow! {Pumbaa is pulling quills out of Timon's butt with his teeth} Ay!

Pumbaa: {talking around a quill} Guess bowling for porcupines {spits out the quill} wasn't the best idea, huh? Timon: Yeah. Gotta be right up there with bobbing for snapping turtles. {Pumbaa plucks out another quill} Aah ha ha ha ha hoo! Pumbaa: {under his breath} Ohh, that's gonna leave a mark. {He spits out the quill, then looks up at the sound of buzzards squawking} Hey, look, Timon. Buzzards! What do you say? One more round? {Camera slowly trucks in on the scene in the desert where the buzzards are clustering around what we know to be Young Simba.}

Timon: {sarcastically} Oh, sure. There must be some part of me we haven't injured yet. Pumbaa: Oh, please? {waggling his tail} Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please? Timon: {stretching wearily} Nah, Pumbaa. I'm beat. You go ahead; I'm callin' it a day. {plucks out one last quill} Aiee! Pumbaa: {whimpering} But it's no fun alone. {He starts to sob and whine like a dog. He begins to turn away, but just then Timon runs back and jumps up on his head.}

Timon: Aw, why not? One more run won't change our lives!