The Lion King3Script.docx

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TheLionKing3Script

TheLionKing-3

TheScript

ThePresentation...?

{Soundsofmorningonthesavannah.Alionroarsinthedistance.SunriseoverthePrideLands—exactlyasinTLK1.Animalsofalltypes（rhinos,meerkats,cheetahs）raisetheirheadsasthesunrises,preparingtomarchtoPrideRock.}

MS:

Nantsingonyamabagithibaba

BS:

Sithiuhhmmingonyama

MS:

Ingonyama

Nantsingonyamabagithibaba

Timon:

{simultaneously,imitatingthesinger}Whaaaat'sonthemenu?

Itcouldbeceviche,it'sstinky—ooh,it'sPumbaa-aah...

Pumbaa:

Igottatellya,Timon...thatsongalwaysgetsmerighthere.

Timon:

Yeah,Pumbaa.{pause}Well,enoughofthat.{Heholdsuparemotecontrolandbeginsfast-forwardingthroughthemovie}

{CamerapullsbacktoshowTimonandPumbaainsilhouetteinarowoftheaterseats,MysteryScienceTheater3000-style.}

Pumbaa:

Uh...Timon?

Whatareyoudoin'?

Timon:

I'mfast-forwardingtothepartwherewecomein!

Pumbaa:

{aghast}Butyoucan'tgooutoforder!

Timon:

Aucontraire,myporcinepal.I'vegottheremote!

Pumbaa:

Buteveryone'sgonnagetconfused!

{Hegrabsasecond,biggerremote}Wegottagobacktothebeginningofthestory.{Hebeginsrewindingthemovie}

Timon:

We'renotinthebeginningofthestory!

{HepausesthemovieonRafikiholdingupSimba,withamonkeyscreech;themoviebeginsfast-forwardingagain}

Pumbaa:

Yes,wewere—thewholetime!

{rewinds;thefilmreversesonashotofTimonlookinginbewildermentatSimbaandNala'sreunion,withasquawkofconfusion}

Timon:

Buttheydon'tknowthat!

{indicatestheaudience;switchesthemoviedirectionagain,onNalapinningSimba,withalion-roarsound}

Pumbaa:

Thenwhydon'twetellthemourstory?

{pausesthemovieonasnarlingclose-upofthethreehyenas;TimonandPumbaabothshriekanddiveundertheirseats}

Timon:

{slowlyre-emerging}Hey,Igotanidea.Whydon'twetellthemourstory?

Pumbaa:

Oh—Ilikethesoundofthat.

Timon:

Alittlebackstagetour.Take'embehindthescenesforarevealingandintimatelookatthestorywithinthestory!

Pumbaa:

'Causewhattheydon'tknowishowwereallywerethereeventhoughtheydidn'tknowwewerethere,y'know?

Timon:

Couldn'thavesaiditbettermyself!

{rewindsthemovieagain}

Pumbaa:

Sodoesthismeanwe'regoingbacktothebeginning?

Timon:

{melodramatically}Oh,no,Pumbaa.No.We'regoingwayback...tobeforethebeginning.

{Thesunriseplaysbackwards,lookinglikeasunset;thescreengoesblackalongwithAfricandrumbeats;thetitle"TheLionKing"crashesontothescreen,followedbya2,thena1,thenanother1,followedbyadiagonallinewhichformsthecrooked"11/2"logo.（Innon-U.S.versions,thetitleisTheLionKing3.）Cracksappearacrossthescreenimage,andtheblackscreenshattersandfallsfromthefieldofviewinfragments,leavingaviewofPrideRockindaylight.}

"DiggaTunnah"

Pumbaa:

{reverently}PrideRock.

Timon:

Somajestic.

Pumbaa:

Sopowerful.

Timon:

So...bizarrelynamed.{pausesthemovie;thesilhouettesandtheseatbacksappearagain}Pumbaa,howcanarockbeproud?

It'sarock!

Pumbaa:

Well,Ithinkit'sbecausea"pride"iswhattheycallagroupoflions.

Timon:

Oh,sure,thelionsgetPrideRock.Andwhataboutusmeerkats?

WhereIcomefromwedidn'thavenothin'tobeproudof.Why:

{clearsthroat;singing}WhenIwasayoungmeerkat...

Pumbaa:

{singing}Whenhewasayoungmeerkat...!

{blowsTimonoffhisseatback}

Timon:

{peevishly}Verynice.

Pumbaa:

Thanks!

Timon:

Butmaybeit'dbesaferifIjustshow'emwhereIcamefrom.

Pumbaa:

Oh,boy!

Dowegettoseewhereyougrewup?

Timon:

Yeah,Pumbaa,butitain'tpretty.{clickstheremote;theviewofPrideRockswitchestoafull-screenshot}Pleaseremainseatedwhilethecameraisinmotion.

{Thecameradoesasuper-high-speedtruck-outfromPrideRock,pastzebras,grasslands,theElephantGraveyard,theGorge,marshlands,thedesert,andfinallystoppingatadryplainoflowmoundsofdirt,withatumbleweedblowingacross}

Timon:

Hereweare:

fromPrideRocktothepitofshame.We'resolowonthefoodchainwe'reunderground!

Butyoudon'thavetotakemywordforit.I'lljustletmyfellowmeerkatsdothetalking.

{"DiggaTunnah"musicbegins.}

BackgroundChant:

Semonpute

Meerkats:

{chanting,nervously}Whatwasthat?

!

Whatwaswhat?

!

Shh!

Whatwasthat?

!

Whatwasthat?

!

Where?

What?

Where?

Where?

Shh!

Whatwasthat?

!

Shh!

Quick,beforethehyenacome!

Guard:

CLEAR!

{Scenesofthecolonyofmeerkatsallbusilydigginganetworkoftunnels,singingastheywork.}

Meerkats:

{singing}Diggatunnah,

Dig,diggatunnah

Whenyou'redoneyadigabiggatunnah

Diggatunnah,

Dig,digatunnah

Quick,beforethehyenacome!

DIG!

Backgroundchant:

Semonpute

Meerkats:

Diggatunnah,

Dig,diggatunnah

Youcandigandnevergetdunnah

Backgroundchant:

Semonpute

Meerkats:

Diggatunnah,（Digalittlefaster）

Dig,diggatunnah

Whatwasthat?

!

{silenceastheylookfromsidetoside,listening}

Quick,beforethehyenacome!

DIG!

Diggatunnahiswhatwedo

Life'satunnahwe'rediggin'through

Diggatunnahiswhatwesing

Diggatunnahiseverything!

Mudandclayisameerkat'sfriend

Alwaysmorearoundeverybend

Andwhenyougettoyourtunnah'send

Hallelujah!

Let'sdigagain!

DIG!

Diggatunnah,

Dig,diggatunnah（Diggatunnah）

Whenyou'redoneyadigabiggatunnah.

Diggatunnah,（Digalittlefaster）

digdigatunnah.

Whatwasthat?

!

{pausetolisten}

Quick,beforethehyenacome!

DIG!

Ma:

Timon!

Excuseme.Haveyouseenmyson?

Hashebeenthroughhere?

Timon!

UncleMax:

Diggatunnah,dig,diggatunnah...diggatunnah,dig,dig—Aaaah!

{Mapokeshim,scaringhimoutofhischant}

Ma:

UncleMax?

UncleMax:

{spooked}Aaahh!

Ma:

UncleMax,relax.HaveyouseenTimon?

UncleMax:

{pleasedwithhimself}No,Ihaven't—andwhatadayit'sbeen!

Nofractures,nolacerations,noconcussions,contusionsorinjuriesofanysort.Asamatteroffact,there'snosignofTimon'shandiworkanywhere!

{theceilingcracksandthencomescrashingdownaroundthem,lightstreaminginallaround;finallythere'snothingleftofthetunnelbutaringofdirthelduponanarrowprotrusion,withTimonstandingunderit.}

UncleMax:

{fuming}Thatwouldbe...TIMOOON!

Timon:

{embarrassed}Hehhehheh.Hey,everybody!

Meerkat1:

Haha.Nicework,Timon.

Meerkat2:

Waytogo,tunnelklutz.

Meerkat3:

Whoelsecouldbreakahole?

Meerkat4:

Fourinaweek—anewrecord!

Ma:

{quietlydespairing}Notagain...

Timon:

What?

{defiantly}It'scalledaskylight!

{The"skylight"crumblestonothing.}

Ma:

{tryingtosalvagethesituation}Hoho.Wow!

Isn'tthatcreative.Askylight!

Oh,haha.{seekingdiscretionasthebetterpartofvalor}I'lljusthaveawordwithhim.

{MaleadsTimonawayfromthesceneofthecollapse.}

Timon:

I...Iwasjusttryingtoshedalittlelightonourpatheticexistence.

Ma:

Timon,thiscan'tgoon.Justthismonth,you'vepulleddownfourwallsandcollapsedtwotunnelexits.{ShecombsTimon'shair}Wehavetolookaftereachother.Oursurvivaldependsonit.

Timon:

What'sthepoint?

Allwedoisdigsowecanhide,andhidesowecandig.{Mafinishescombinghishair,which"poofs"upintoabunchofspikes}Iwannabewherewedon'thavetodigtunnelsandlivewithourheadsstuckinthesand.{pushessomegrassapartandgazesoutoverthehorizon}What'ssobadaboutdreamingofabetterhome?

Ma:

{joinshimatthegapinthegrass}Iwannashowyousomething.Look,Timon.Goon,look.{CamerapullsbacktoapanoramicviewofthePrideLandsinalltheirgolden-litmajesty,asthe"ThisLand"themeplays}Lookouttothehorizon,pastthetrees,overthegrasslands.Everythingthelighttouches...{sharply}belongstosomeoneelse!

{Arecordneedlescratches;thegrassessnapbacktogetherandblocktheview.}

Timon:

Funny.Ithoughtyouweregoingawholedifferentdirectionwiththis.

Ma:

WhatcanIsay?

It'snature'sdesign.

UncleMax:

{appearsoutofthegrasssuddenly}She'sright!

We'refoodforotheranimals—amoveablefeast.Fearedbynooneandeatenbyall!

Timon:

Butwhentheydie,theybecomethegrass.Andweeatthegrass...right?

UncleMax:

Notexactly;wecan'tdigestgrass.We'regrassintolerant.

Ma:

{snatchesTimonaway}Ok,Max.Thankyou.You'vebeenabighelp.{ToTimon}Honey,I—

UncleMax:

{appearingoutofanotherstandofgrass}Meerkat...it'swhat'sfordinner!

Ma:

{increasinglysarcastic;pointingmeaningfullyoffintothedistance}Thankyou,UncleMax.

UncleMax:

{groansatthecamera}Uhh.{disappears}

Timon:

IthinkUncleMaxdislodgedonetoomanyrockswithhisskull.

Ma:

Buthe'sright,Timon.{Shetriestocombhishairagain;abugfliesby,andshesnatchesitandsquishesitintohairgel}Oh,Ijustknowthere'sawayforyoutofitinhere.

{Timonglowersfromunderhisplastered-downhair;asinglehairspringsbackup,andhesighs.}

UncleMax:

{off-screen,toothermeerkats}Allright,who'sonsentryduty?

Ma:

{perksupwithinspiration;gasps}That'sit!

That'sit—Mysononsentryduty!

Timonthesentry!

{cuttoUncleMaxbeingtoldofthisidea}

UncleMax:

{inhorrifiedshock}Timonthesentry?

!

Whydon'tyousavethehyenasthetroubleandkillmenow?

Justkillmenow!

Timon:

Hehasapoint.

Ma:

Allyouhavetodoiswatchforhyenasandyellifyouseeone.LookatIronJoe.

IronJoe:

{inthemiddleofanervousbreakdown}Don'tcloseyoureyes!

Don'tlookaway!

Somebody'sgottaguardus!

Somebody'sgottaprotectus!

{Breaksupinsobsasacoupleofmeerkatorderliescarryhimaway,raving,fromhispost