Hello there! We are Pumbaa (the warthog) and Timon.We met Simba while walking through a desert. He was passed out and the vultures were ready to make him their next meal. We saved his life and raised him like he was one of us, eventhough in his world, he eats creatures like us. Now that he is king, we have learned how to get along with the lions and not become their next meal.

My name is Rafiki and I am the wise one of the Pride Rock. I blessed Simba into the kingdom. He was destined to become the next king and when the whole kingdom thought he was dead, I was the one who had the feeling he was still alive. When I found him, I helped show him that his father, Mufasa, was still with him now matter what he did, and that gave him the courage to battle his uncle Scar to reclaim the kingdom again.

My name is Zazu and when I first met the young master, I was the assistant to the king. I was also the babysitter, which between you and me, hated with a passion. When Scar took over, I was a prisoner and had to sing stupid little songs to him, which by the way, Mufasa never made me do. Once Simba reclaimed the Pride Rock back, all was restored and I was happy again.

I am known as Scar, the uncle of the little brat. Zazu thinks I'm the evil one, well ok, I won't deny any of it. I just want to take what was right fully mine before that little brat, Simba, inherited it. I hated to do it but the only way for me to get the Pride Rock is to kill the king Mufasa. So I did but talked Simba into believing that he killed his father. I know I'm awful but hey, the kingdom was mine. I made the women hunt and kill our food. Needless to say, most of the food died and Pride Rock was an awful place to live. I got booted out of there and Simba, that little brat, became king.

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