The Lion King Page #6

NALA:

I'm kind of in the middle of a bath.

SARABI (O.S.)

And it's tine for yours.

Sarabi picks up Simba by the scruff and lifts him up to the ledge she is on. She starts to lick/bathe him. He protests.

SIMBA:

Mo-om!

He tries to wriggle free.

SARABI:

Would you hold still?

SIMBA:

Mot, you're messing up my mane!

Sarabi continues to bathe him, cat-style. He reacts.

SIMBA:

Eww -- Yuck!

He wriggles free and falls off to the ground below. He stands up and gives himself a quick clean-up once-over, finishing up with his armpits.

SIMBA:

Okay, okay. I'm clean.

then

Can we go now?

NALA:

Where are we going, anyway? It better not be any place lane.

SIMBA:

No, it's really cool.

SARABI:

So where is this "really cool" place?

SIMBA:

Oh --

lying

around the waterhole.

NALA:

unimpressed

The waterhole? What's so great about the waterhole--?

Trying to stake her take the bait.

SIMBA:

thru teeth

I'll show you when we get there.

NALA:

getting it

Ohhhh.

to Sarafina

Mon, can I go?

Sarafina looks to Sarabi for the verdict.

SARAFINA:

I don't know. Sarabi, what do you think?

SARABI:

Well --

SIMBA/NALA

thru cheesy grins

Pleeeez?

SARABI:

It's alright with me --

Simba and Nala sake a break for it.

SARABI:

As long Zazu goes with you.

Simba and Nala freeze in their tracks, crestfallen.

SIMBA:

Not Zazu.

DISSOLVE TO:

SEQ. 4.2 ("CAN'T WAIT TO BE KING")

EXT. A PLAIN - A SHORT TIME LATER

Zazu flaps on ahead of the two cubs, calling back:

ZAZU:

Step lively! The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave!

WITH SIMBA AND NALA

NALA:

So where're we really goin'?

SIMBA:

on the Q.T.

An elephant graveyard.

NALA:

Wow!

SIMBA:

Shhh --

indicating

Zazu --

NALA:

Right. How're we gonna ditch the dodo?

Simba raises an eyebrow, then grins and leans in to huddle. We hear the sounds of their conspiratorial WHISPERING:

Zazu sees them tete-a-tete and flies to them.

ZAZU:

Just look at you two! Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah! Your parents will be thrilled. What with your being betrothed and all.

SIMBA:

Be-what?

ZAZU:

You and Nala are betrothed! Intended! Affianced!

Simba and Nala look at each other, shrugging a "Huh?"

NALA:

Meaning--?

ZAZU:

One day you two are going to be married!

SIMBA:

I'm gonna marry her?

ZAZU:

No -- me. Yes "her." you chuckle headed little oik.

SIMBA:

Yuck!

NALA:

Eeuwww!

SIMBA:

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

NALA:

Yeah. It'd be too weird.

SIMBA:

Yeah. Forget it. We don't have to get married if we don't want to.

to Nala

Deal?

NALA:

Deal!

ZAZU:

Sorry to bust your bubble, but you two turtle doves have no choice. It's a tradition going back generations.

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