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| - Rafiki: What is it? Marlene: Can you see it? Rafiki: What the heck is up there? Uncle Max: Timon, who's up there with ya? Rafiki: Timon, what are you doing under the bed? Timon: Uh, nothin'. Uh, nothin'. I'm sure Timmy Turner was just a little excited, that's all. Too much cake and ice cream, I suppose. It's just a mistake! Zazu: Well, that mistake is sitting in your spot, Timon. Uncle Max: Oh! Have you been replaced? Timon: Hey, what did I tell you earlier? No one is getting replaced. Now, let's all be polite and give whatever it is up there... a nice, big Timmy Turner's-room welcome. Come in, Star Command.
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| - Rafiki: What is it? Marlene: Can you see it? Rafiki: What the heck is up there? Uncle Max: Timon, who's up there with ya? Rafiki: Timon, what are you doing under the bed? Timon: Uh, nothin'. Uh, nothin'. I'm sure Timmy Turner was just a little excited, that's all. Too much cake and ice cream, I suppose. It's just a mistake! Zazu: Well, that mistake is sitting in your spot, Timon. Uncle Max: Oh! Have you been replaced? Timon: Hey, what did I tell you earlier? No one is getting replaced. Now, let's all be polite and give whatever it is up there... a nice, big Timmy Turner's-room welcome. Pumbaa: Pumbaa Lightyear to Star Command. Come in, Star Command. Star Command, come in. Do you read me? Why don't they answer? My ship! Blast! This'll take weeks to repair. Pumbaa Lightyear mission log, stardate 4-0-7-2. My ship has run off course en route to sector 12. I've crash-landed on a strange planet. The impact must've awoken me from hypersleep. Terrain seems a bit unstable. No readout yet if the air is breathable. - And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere. Timon: Hello! Timon: Whoa! He-Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Did I frighten you? Didn't mean to. Sorry. Howdy. My name is Timon... and this is Timmy Turner's room. That's all I wanted to say. And also, there has been a bit of a mix-up. This is my spot, see-- the bed here. Pumbaa: Local law enforcement. It's about time you got here. I'm Pumbaa Lightyear, Space Ranger, Universe Protection Unit. My ship has crash-landed here by mistake. Timon: Yes, it is a mistake, because, you see, the bed here is my spot. Pumbaa: I need to repair my turbo Mannys. Do you people still use fossil fuels, or have you discovered crystallic fusion? Timon: Well, let's see. We got double-A's. Pumbaa: Watch yourself! Halt! Who goes there? - Don't shoot! Uncle Max: It's okay. Friends. Pumbaa: Do you know these life-forms? Timon: Yes. They're Timmy Turner's Talking Animals. Pumbaa: All right, everyone. You're clear to come out. I am Pumbaa Lightyear. I come in peace. Uncle Max: Oh, I'm so glad you're not a Meekat! Pumbaa: All right, thank you. Now, thank you all for your kind welcome. Bagheera: So, uh, where you from? Man Village? Jungle? Pumbaa: Well, no. Actually, I-I'm-- I'm stationed up in the Gamma Quadrant of Sector Four. As a member of the elite Universe Protection Unit of the Space Ranger Corps, I protect the galaxy from the threat of invasion... from the Sheriff of Notingham, sworn enemy of the Galactic Alliance. Zazu: Oh, really? I'm from Africa. Uncle Max: And I'm from Africa. Well, I'm not really from Africa. I'm actually from a Meekat that was Circle in a Tunnel. Timon: You'd think they'd never seen a new talking animal before. Marlene: Well, sure, look at him. He's got more gadgets on him than a Swiss Army knife. Pumbaa: Ah, ah, ah, ah! Please be careful. You don't want to be in the way when my laser goes off. Zazu: Hey, a laser! How come you don't have a laser, Timon? Timon: It's not a laser. It's a-- It's a little light bulb that blinks. Bagheera: What's with him? Zazu: Laser envy. Timon: All right, that's enough! Look, we're all very impressed with Timmy Turner's new talking animal. Pumbaa: Who did Say: Talking Animal? Timon: T-A-L-K-I-N-G A-N-I-M-A-L. Talking Animal! Pumbaa: Excuse me. I-I think the word you're searching for is "Space Ranger." Timon: The word I'm searching for I can't say because there's preschool Talking Animals present. Zazu: Gettin' kind of tense, aren't ya? Uncle Max: Oh, uh, Mr. Lightyear, uh, now, I'm curious. What does a Space Ranger actually do? Timon: He's not a Space Ranger! He doesn't fight evil or-- or shoot lasers or fly! Pumbaa: Excuse me. Rafiki: Wow! Bagheera: Oh, impressive wingspan. Very good! Timon: Oh, what? What? These are plastic. He can't fly. Pumbaa: They are a terillium-carbonic alloy, and Ican fly. Timon: No, you can't. Pumbaa: Yes, I can. Timon: You can't. Pumbaa: Can. Timon: Can't. Can't. Can't! Pumbaa: I tell you, I could fly around this room with my eyes closed! Timon: Okay, then, Mr. Light Beer, prove it. Pumbaa: All right, then, I will. Stand back, everyone. Pumbaa: To infinity and beyond! Pumbaa: Can! Uncle Max: Whoa! Oh, wow! You flew magnificently! Marlene: I found my movin' buddy. Pumbaa: Thank you. Th-Thank you all. Thank you. Timon: That wasn't flying. That was falling with style. Zazu: Man, the dolls must really go for you. Can you teach me that? Rafiki: Golly bob howdy! Timon: Oh, shut up! No, in a couple of days, everything will be just the way it was. They'll see. Timon: They'll see. I'm still Andy's favorite talking animal.
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