Timon and Pumbaa's Folley

	Things had gone south as quickly as they had started, and there was nothing but roaring, claws tearing and rending through flesh, and the sound of rain hitting the rocky floor beneath everyone's paws. A certain inseparable pair, after having just witnessed the sight of a different pride of lionesses just start mauling and ripping through one of their own, press their backs against the side of an outcropping of still-warm rock.
	"Timon, what do we do, what do we do?!" The meerkat's companion and long-seated friend, a portly warthog named Pumbaa, speaks out into the rain. He looks towards his small friend, standing on a nearby rock.
	"Pumbaa, there's only one thing we can do, Pumbaa: when the going gets tough, the tough get going. That's our motto!" The meerkat himself smacks his fist into his palm. He needed to act at least a bit tough, or else everything was going to get even worse from there.
	"...I thought our motto was Hakuna Matata?" The warthog makes sure to pronounce every syllable as best he can. Timon knew he wasn't the smartest, that's why he knew that was considered the brains of this entire operation! Not that silly warthog! But, at the sound of the warthog's question, he puts his hands against his face.
	"Pumbaa, stop livin' in the past. We need a new motto. YEE-HAW!"
	And like that, the meerkat and the warthog try to make themselves useful, and charge towards a nearby group of lionesses. They could take them out, no problem! It was like any other day when they drove off predators! With pep in their step, they charge tusk and fist first towards the snarling lions.

	"RRROOOOOOOOOAAAAR!!!"

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" And like that, the two friends skid to a halt, their eyes as wide as dinner plates! They end up screaming for a second or two longer before running the exact opposite direction. There was no way that they wanted to become someone's next meal!
	"Like I said, LET'S GET GOING!!" The meerkat makes sure to run and scramble away as quickly as he physically can. Pumbaa can make it, right? He was the brawns while he was the brains! Nothing to it! Five minutes of running turns to ten. Ten turns to twenty, and soon enough, twenty turns to thirty before the pair are forced to stop at a high rock face. The meerkat tries his best to scramble up the side, but the rain was making things far too slick for him to work with. He looks over to his friend, and watches himi bash his tusks into the rock wall. After a vain attempt or two, they turn towards their attackers: the lionesses that had chased them all this way. They were wheezing and running short of breath, and both of their sets of eyes were looking in every feasible direction to try and form a plan to get away from this situation.
	The lionesses growl and bare their sharp fangs towards the duo. In fact, the sight scares the meerkat's warthog friend so much that he ends up turning around, covering his face, and sticking his rump up into the damp air. The meerkat himself, though, was busy hyperventilating and looking around for some way out of there. There wasn't anything he could see so far. A bunch of rocks, a half dead tree, Pumbaa's rump, a half-dug crack in the ground. Wait... Pumbaa's rump. That's it! He lets out a chuckle before hopping up onto the warthog's back. Once he's there, he grabs a hold of his friend's tail, and points it towards the approaching lions like it could take them all out in a single shot! He knew how often Pumbaa was being treated for his, er... stench. Hopefully, he could get some help from him so he could get out of this crazy mess.
	"Don't anybody move! This thing's loaded." He turns the black tuft of hair on the end of that tail towards the group of lions. They didn't know who they were messing with. No, not at all! "I'll let ya' have it!"
	"Uh... Timon? There's uh... if yer' gonna do that, then I need t' tell ya' somethin'." The warthog loops his head around towards his friend with a bit of a worried glare.
	"Pipe down, Pumbaa, I've got 'em where I want 'em!" The meerkat quickly turns the warthog's tail towards one of the approaching lions, who swiftly scrambles back. This thing was loaded, and he could make them all pay for the situation they were in.
	"No, Timon, ya' don't understand. I don't got anythin' left there!" Wait... what?
	"What are y' talkin' about, you're always loaded!"
	"Actually, I've been tryin' a new diet an' all, to uh... try and make myself a bit healthier, right?" The meerkat looks towards his best friend for a moment with his brows furrowed. There was absolutely no way.
	"Pumbaa, I've known you fer' years. You ain't on any diet."
	"Yuh-huh! I've been tryin' this thing to make me not so gassy!" Suddenly, one of the lions perks up, grins with their sharp fangs, and starts to stalk towards the two pieces of succulent meat that were ripe for the taking. Ooooh, the short one's going to be an appetizer while the big one's going to be a good meal.
	"Pumbaa, yer' kiddin' me. HEY, YOU, STAY BACK!" And like that, the meerkat pulls on the warthog's tail, closes his eyes and plugs his nose. A second or two pass before those eyes open. They were... still there? He looks to his friend once more. "Wait... you weren't lyin' about that diet?" The warthog shakes his head before turning around. They both stand there for a moment or two before running through their options. Before things can get through, though, the lions suddenly pounce towards the two of them!

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

	And once more, the sound of lions filling their bellies echos out into the rain. And they tasted good.