{Camera is at a ground angle slightly behind the cubs
walking towards the water hole. Zazu is visible in the sky
overhead.}

Zazu: Step lively. The sooner we get to the water hole,
the sooner we can leave.

{Camera angle changes to the cubs from an immediate real
view}

Nala: {Whisper} So where we really going?

Simba: {Whisper} An elephant graveyard.

Nala: Wow!

Simba: {Whisper} Shhh! Zazu.

Nala: {Whisper} Right. So how are we gonna ditch the dodo?

{Camera switch to just above Zazu. We hear the cubs
whispering back and forth below}

Simba: {Whispering} Oh, I know how we can--

Zazu: {Flying down} Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds
of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents
will be thrilled... {He lands in front of them} ...what
with your being betrothed and all.

Simba: Be-what?

Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.

Nala: Meaning...?

Zazu: {As though holding on to his coat lapels} One day,
you two are going to be married!

Simba: Yuck!
Nala: Ewww.

Simba: I can't marry her. She's my friend.

Nala: Yeah. It'd be too weird.

Zazu: Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle-
doves have no choice. It's a tradition...

{Simba mimics Zazu during these last words}

Zazu: ...going back generations.

Simba: Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.

Zazu: Not so long as I'm around.

{Start fading in intro to "I Just Can't Wait to Be King"}

Simba: Well, in that case, you're fired.

Zazu: Hmmm... Nice try, but only the king can do that. {Pokes
Simba's nose}

Nala: Well, he's the future king.

Simba: Yeah. {Thumping Zazu's chest} So you have to do
what I tell you.

Zazu: 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.

Simba: Hmph. Not the way I see it.

{Full song, colors change to wild pop-African. Background
abruptly becomes surreal, brightly-colored cartoon style.}

Simba: I'm gonna be a mighty king
So enemies beware!

Zazu: Well, I've never seen a king of beasts

{Plucks Simba's hair where mane would be}

With quite so little hair

{Simba gets a mane of leaves}

Simba: I'm gonna be the mane event
Like no king was before

{Climbs a log}

I'm brushing up on looking down
I'm working on my ROAR

{On "ROAR" he shouts at Zazu, startling him backwards into
a puddle}

Zazu: {Drying on what appears to be a hanging towel}
Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing