Chow Time

Chow Time
Information
Title	Chow Time
Season	1
Episode	3
Air Date	March 25, 2021
Episode Guide
Previous "The Longest Board Game Ever"	Next "Items to Go"

"Chow Time" is the third episode of At Home With Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan written by MarioFan65. It was released on March 25, 2021.

Characters

• Timon
• Pumbaa
• Pat
• Stan
• High-Tech Alarm
• Simba (mentioned)
• Mufasa (mentioned)

Transcript

(While on lockdown, Timon and Pumbaa wake up from the attic of the house)

• Timon: *wake up smelling* Ahh....I love the smell of Pumbaa in the morning. Good morning Pumbaa.
• Pumbaa: Good morning Timon. No wonder why the sky isn't here for us when we're in the top like the attic.
• Timon: No dust will sniff into our noses.
• Pumbaa: I always sneeze on them when they're dirty.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Good morning Timon and Pumbaa. I bet you didn't stay up late, dreaming about grubs in the wild.
• Timon: We were just sleeping. How are we staying up late when we're like stuck in the middle of the house.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Oh, then you must be dreaming about all the girls you wanted in high school.
• Timon: We never went to those type of places. We live in the wild where the lions roam and hunt down animals like zebras and hyenas.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* 'Scuse me? If you're not going to eat one of those wild meats, then fine. You must be a vegetarian then.
• Timon: What? No. I eat bugs with my family.
• Pumbaa: I eat the same thing like he does all day in the jungle.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Yuck. That's gross. I recommend eating some salad with mushrooms and bacon bits a day.
• Timon: I prefer fruits like apples. That's it.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Don't you like meat, bread, cake and even vegetables?
• Timon: Any you want me to prefer. I go with grubs.
• Pumbaa: You just said it already, Timon.
• Timon: Everyone can have a opinion of what they like Pumbaa. It's not a tricky question.
• Pumbaa: I wonder how Pat and Stan are doing?
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Why Don't you ask?
• Pumbaa: You got us asking.
• Timon: We're going to go check.

(At Pat and Stan's room, Pat and Stan wake up on their bed after a long nap)

• Pat: Aw, good morning Stan.
• Stan: Still trapped as yesterday.
• Pat: Why's the sun not up?
• Stan: We're on lockdown! Don't you get it?!
• Pat: I feel like We're in the night zone.
• Stan: It's already morning.
• Pat: I Don't see a blue sky around here.
• Stan: Oh my god. You Don't know what's going on.
• Timon: *came in the room* Morning boys. It's the first time we been on lockdown.
• Pat: Is it getting hot in here? I'm hot!
• Stan: Pat, it's cold. We got all the air we need for the house.
• Timon: When we are going on real vacation? Tropical Superior isn't going to hold our backs on us. We wouldn't be able to get in.
• Pat: We didn't even go there yet. But if we have a ticket, we would have gone there on the actual date. Thanks to you Stan for buying that stupid AI robot that would trap us again in the house for a month!
• Stan: It's not my fault that i have to bring in another to secure the place even better. Also, we should have planned better last month before the actual month of June.
• Timon: Still got any plans for today, even in this lockdown we're having right now?
• Pat: We're doomed.
• Stan: Relax Pat. We can still figure out to get out of this lockdown. It's not the end of the world you know.
• Pat: I just wanna go on vacation with the hot chicks!
• Timon: Ha ha. You can dream about all the hot chicks you want. But we're ain't going anywhere without an exit.
• Pat: I don't wanna stay in another Great Depression lockdown!
• Stan: It's not the 20th century anymore. We're in the 21st century. Act like a regular hippo being and stop whining like a dog.
• Pat: Why do you have to act like your a critic of something like a art critic.
• Stan: Art critics take drawings too seriously. If you were going to draw something, your art is going to be a screw-up from the start.
• Pat: Don't judge me. I wouldn't be hungry for myself if i was eating a banana at the fruit stand.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Ooh, I think you might be hungry for some food.
• Timon: Food you ask?
• Pumbaa: Like what can we order?
• Pat: I don't know. Why don't we go order some pizza.
• Stan: No we can't. We're stuck. Even the doors are locked.
• Pat: But how do we go to the grocery store to buy food?
• Stan: We can't go out. We're locked. Don't you remember?
• Pat: Ah! I need to get some fresh air outside! *run downstairs and try to open the door as he is electrocuted from opening the door* Ouch!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Uh uh uh. You got nowhere to escape. Not even this door.
• Pat: I live here! You'll never stop me you little AI program robot!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Sorry Mr. Patrick. I can't help you with anything. You can only eat if you asked permission for it.
• Pat: Hey, that a great idea. May i eat something off the fridge please?
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Yes you may, Mr. Patrick.
• Pat: Yee. I get to eat again.
• Timon: *walk downstairs with his friends* Hey, what about us?
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You didn't ask first. The hippo did and he get to eat whatever he wants.
• Timon: Huh? What? No, that's cheating. There's no way he can eat all the food in the fridge for one day.
• Pat: *eat the sandwich off the fridge* Mmm, I'm in food heaven.
• Pumbaa: Pat, give us some of your sandwiches.
• Pat: What? No. I asked first to get the meals.
• Pumbaa: You're going to make us starve all day. That's it! I had enough!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Hold it! You all now have access to pick up food on the fridge.
• Timon: Ah, very good timing.
• Pumbaa: Aw yeah. Now we're talking.
• Stan: Who knew a AI robot who had a invisible brain to give us the options to do what we wanna do in life.
• Timon: Alright. I'm up for breakfast.
• Pumbaa: Do we like eat whatever we want?
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Yes. All you can eat for free.
• Timon: Free, free, free! Let's go eat a bunch!
• Pumbaa: Chow time!

(Timon, Pumbaa and Stan get something to eat on the fridge with Pat)

• Pat: Wait a minute, what are you guys doing here? Didn't you ask permission first?
• Timon: The alarm allow us to pick what we want.
• Pat: Wait? Is it real?
• Timon: We got free access.
• Stan: We can eat what we want.
• Pat: Are you sure? Did you ask permission first?
• Pumbaa: Uh, no.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Actually, i let them have breakfast without permission needed.
• Pat: Oh, so you get free food without permission? Silly you.
• Stan: I'm getting hungry over here. What do we have here? Cereal?
• Pat: We got bananas, apples, pears, oranges and kiwi.
• Timon: And a sharp design of pineapple.
• Pumbaa: What's in the top side?
• Pat: Oh, that's the freezer. It take all the cold things in the fridge like frozen foods and ice creams.
• Pumbaa: Let's go with the ice cream.
• Pat: Whoa. That's dessert. You can't eat dessert right now. We're on breakfast break.
• Pumbas: Uh, how about a fish sandwich?
• Pat: That's lunch. Look at all the food we have for breakfast.
• Pumbaa: Like what we have?
• Pat: A variety of sandwiches.
• Timon: Oh yum. I would love a sandwich. Don't cut off the crust please. The crust is like the best part on sandwiches since pizza.
• Pat: You keep the crust, you own it.
• Timon: Yes! I always want to taste the line in crust.
• Pumbaa: It's your lucky day.
• Timon: We all deserved it. And it's sweet!
• Pumbaa: Time to eat up the delicious looking meals in the house.
• Pat: Breakfast!
• Everyone: *eat the sandwiches together*
• Timon: Mmm mmm, they are so good.
• Pumbaa: Tasty.
• Pat: Oom. *eat the sandwich*
• Stan: Nothing than having a empty stomach for breakfast.
• Timon: No more starving to death.
• Pumbaa: Yummy.
• Pat: I wish i can have another.
• Stan: Just like it was made.
• Timon: Oh yeah. That's the beauty of the food menu.
• Pumbaa: One feast meal.
• Pat: This beat school food a lot.
• Timon: Like a thousand times.
• Stan: Piece of cake.
• Timon: It's delicious.
• Pumbaa: I feel like we should sing a song about food.
• Timon: Oh yeah. That's a great idea Pumbaa.
• Pumbaa: It's going to be a yummy grub fest.
• Timon: And this is how i like it. *singing*

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy

And I feel like a-lovin you

Love, you're such a sweet thing, good enough to eat thing

And that's just a-what I'm gonna do

• Pumbaa:

Ooh, love to hold ya

Ooh, love to kiss ya

Ooh, love I love it so

• Pat:

Ooh love, you're sweeter

Sweeter than sugar

Ooh love, I won't let you go

• Stan:

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy

And as silly as it may seem

The lovin' that you're giving is what keeps me livin'

And your love is like peaches and cream

• Timon:

Kind-a like sugar

Kind-a like spices

Kind-a like, like what you do

• Pumbaa:

Kind-a sounds funny

But, I love honey

And honey, I love you

• Pat:

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy

That your love can satisfy

Love, you're such a sweet thing, good enough to eat thing

And sweet thing, that ain't no lie

• Stan:

I love to hold ya

I love to kiss ya

Oh love, I love it so

• Timon:

Oh love, you're sweeter

Sweeter than sugar

Oh love, I won't let you go

• Everyone:

Sweet thing

Yummy, yummy

Sweet thing

Sweet thing

Yummy, yummy

Sweet thing

• Timon: *lap on the bean bag* Ha ha ha. I am hungry!
• Pumbaa: Delicious, delicious, delicious!
• Pat: I am now full and ready to start the day!
• Stan: You guys are the big game dogs. I would love to make a egg sandwich in the near future.
• Timon: Best breakfast ever.
• Pumbaa: Yummy.
• Pat: Doesn't get old on weekday morning.
• Stan: Plus-a-dooza.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* So you're really enjoying your morning breakfast. Ya?
• Stan: Very great. I knew we wouldn't starve to death if we didn't get anything for the whole day during lockdown.
• Timon: It doesn't collapse like making a Gingerbread house for Christmas.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* No Gingerbread have been harmed in this breakfast. What can you order me for breakfast?
• Stan: What? You're a AI program. You can't eat as a robot.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I'm just joking. I am invisible and you can't see me anywhere.
• Timon: Well your robotic form is made of a pyramid like it came from a futuristic Ancient Egypt.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I can see you all over the house. All the cameras have been set where it's set up.
• Stan: You are the master of catching people like a security guard.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Is that so? I lock you all up for a reason.
• Stan: You're ain't playing games on us, are you?
• High-Tech Alarm: Of course not, ya.
• Timon: When are you going to get us out of this trap?
• Pat: What about lunch and dinner?
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Uh, i...would like to inform because of your crime acts, you would have to wait for ten more years until you get out of this lockdown.
• Pat: What?! No! We'll be old by then!
• Timon: How i am going to eat and hang out with the Pridelanders?
• Pumbaa: How are we going to see the animals grow?
• Stan: How are we going to sell the house if our home get sell out by the police?!
• Pat: No no no! I knew we wouldn't like it in it! I want my freedom!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* At the end of the tunnel, you won't see your friends or family until you learn how to redeem yourself.
• Pat: Nooooo!!! We're doomed or our own house!
• Timon: Oof, how will we breathe and get fresh air?!
• Pumbaa: None of the doors are open!
• Stan: No matter what. We're to die for.
• Pat: *knock on the front door* I want to go on vacation right now! I can't stay here any longer! *get electrocuted by the door* Oh bananas. *slip down*
• Timon: Pat.
• Pumbaa: You okay buddy?
• Pat: I only run when i scream for break outs.
• Stan: You're not feeling well today. You're freaking out to go on vacation during our trap. High-Tech, we need help.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* He should have learned his lesson by now. Sorry, but sorry. He is not allowed to leave until access is accessible to get out and go whatever you want to go, with permission asked.
• Stan: Oh, you'll pay for this! I have lost my respect for you after a second chance!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* There are no more chances at all. At all times!
• Pat: Shoot me already...
• Timon: Let's take him back to the bed.
• Pumbaa: *lift up Pat* Come on big boy. You gotta take a nap like a mama bear always does.
• Pat: What time it is?
• Stan: You just woke up. How about we give you water on the way to the bed?
• Pat: Eh, i'm a daydreamer.
• Timon: When you lay on the pillow, you'll be nice and comfy. No bed bugs inside the blankets my friend.

(Pat lay down on the bed in the bedroom with the help of Timon, Pumbaa and Stan. Stan offer Pat some water as Pat hold a cup of water while laying on the bed.)

• Stan: How are you feeling Pat?
• Pat: Pretty strange.
• Timon: You got electrocuted with lightning. Like shock, shock, *pretend to be electrocuted* zeeeeeeee! I never seen thunder on a door knob before.
• Stan: The whole house is locked with power! How can you be electrocuted by a door? It's the power of the High-Tech. Don't you get it Timon?
• Timon: I thought the house has magic.
• Stan: Of course not. Thunders come from thunderstorms and hurricanes, not houses.
• Pumbaa: Does a lightning ball works like a glass globe?
• Stan: It depends if you're working with science.
• Pat: *drink water* Not bad at all. Do you guys have any chips?
• Stan: I'm sorry Pat. We're all out of chips. We ate a lot since the big basketball game last week.
• Pat: Well, it doesn't get any better than this.
• Timon: The bad news is that we don't have a vending machine full of chips.
• Pat: Aw. *sleep*
• Stan: Pat, you can't sleep right now. You need to spend more time with us before you can rest on your pillow.
• Pat: I'm not in the mood for talking.
• Pumbaa: Man, he's stressed out after all the excitement that let him down into a huge lockdown.
• Timon: We gotta let him rest.
• Stan: Are you depressed after all this exhaustion that make you wanna go on vacation?
• Pat: I'm not depressed. I just need to get some sleep.
• Timon: He probably got electrocuted from that door knob. Let him sleep.
• Pumbaa: He's going to wake up in the afternoon, realizing it's lunch time.
• Stan: Have a good nap Pat. I hope you wake up by the way we get out of this trap house.
• Pat: I'll be waiting.
• Timon: Sweet dreams, don't let the bed bugs bite.
• Pumbaa: And now, you rest in piece.
• Pat: I'm not dead. *laugh* Whatever. *sleep*
• Stan: Let's go to the living room.
• Timon: I wonder what's for snack.
• Pumbaa: Timon, we just ate.
• Timon: How about some cards?
• Pumbaa: I'll make a house of cards if you ask.
• Stan: Don't be a snoozy bum. *leave the bedroom with Timon and Pumbaa*
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Ho ho ho, so the little hippo is going to sleep. How fascinating.

(As Pat goes to sleep, the screen turn dark as the bananas fall out of the sky, slowly only for Pat to open his eyes to see the bananas fall. "Dead Already" from American Beauty play in the background as Pat flap his arms and legs with the banana falling on Pat, only for him to grab it, lick his tongue as he lick the banana, realizing it's a teddy bear as it was a dream all along with Timon, Pumbaa and Stan checking on Pat in the bedroom.)

• Stan: Pat?
• Pat: Oh, i'm sorry. I thought it was a banana at first.
• Timon: You were just dreaming.
• Pumbaa: How was your dream?
• Pat: Pretty good. I feel a lot better now.
• Stan: No distractions, no breaking, and no dropping water on you while you were asleep.
• Pat: I didn't fall asleep, did i?
• Stan: Of course not. We were just waiting for you.
• Pat: Did you guys got a chance to stop the dumb alarm and make the house free to get us out of here?
• Stan: Unfortunately no. We tried to, but there was no way out.
• Pat: What? We can't stay inside forever.
• Timon: But we got you a surprise.
• Pumbaa: You wanna see it?
• Pat: It better be good, or i'll riot.
• Stan: Come downstairs, you'll see it for yourself.
• Pat: I always wished for a banana sundae with chocolate sprinkles and some slush blueberry on top with candy corn on the ice cream parts.
• Stan: Well, we got you something else.
• Pat: Oh. I wonder what is the surprise?

(Timon and Pumbaa walk in the living room with Stan and Pat joining in with Stan covering Pat's eyes with his hands)

• Pat: What am i seeing?
• Stan: Can i take my hands off Pat's eyes?
• Timon: Yes. Take it off.
• Stan: Okay. Pat, i show you, *take his hands off Pat's eyes*
• Pat: *see a house of cards on the table* Ooh! It's a house of cards!
• Timon: Welcome home buddy. At leas, you're already home.
• Pumbaa: It's a house made of solitaire cards.
• Pat: It's so beautiful. It's like a replica made out of paper.
• Stan: This is what we made on lockdown while you were asleep.
• Pat: You know how much i missed when i was taking a nap.
• Timon: We got you this. Be grateful that it's the big surprise we always want to give you.
• Pat: If i were rich, i'll have all the arcade machines on my own little room.
• Stan: We share the room, we play it together.
• Pat: But how are we going to fit in all the arcade cabinets when we have the beds close to each other.
• Stan: Eh, i'll just put the beds in the attic.
• Pat: I don't know what fit in the attic. It's going to break down like plank wood.
• Stan: We'll add in unset tables to make sure they fit steady.
• Pat: Um, let's have it next to the computer.
• Stan: Alright. In the near future, we'll get to do that.
• Pat: Yay. He he, i'm going to have a blast with all the retro nostalgia games.
• Timon: Look how nice the cards are stacked. It's like living in a model in a museum.
• Pumbaa: It's soft, light and it's easy to carry.
• Timon: Pumbaa, don't touch anything in the cards.
• Pumbaa: What? I'm not touching it.
• Timon: You're putting your toes on the cards.
• Pumbaa: I'm not.
• Timon: Oh yes you are.
• Pumbaa: Look, i'm not trying to. I'm just checking how it stills like checking the walls and side doors with glass.
• Timon: Pumbaa, i don't believe you. You tear down a whole stack of grub flavors the other day during lunch break in a buffet.
• Pumbaa: If it's not steady, then i'm not going to break it down.
• Timon: Oh good. I warned you.
• Pat: Everyone can make their own casino with a lot of money games added.
• Stan: You win from millions to billions. In the end, you'll be rich!
• Pumbaa: Nice set of cards.
• Timon: Pumbaa, no!
• Pumbaa: *touch the house of cards and make it collapses* Oops, sorry.
• Timon: OH! Pumbaa, what have you done?! I told you not to touch it!
• Pumbaa: I'm sorry. I didn't know it can break so easy.
• Timon: We worked on it together. Now it's ruined! I told you to not touch the thing, but you didn't listen.
• Pat: It's okay. It's fake. We can rebuild the house of cards together if you like.
• Stan: There is no need to argue and we're proud of rebuilding like when we play Jenga and we have to set up the blocks all together like a tower.
• Timon: I'm giving up. I can't build another house of cards in one hour. We were slowing down on process!
• Pumbaa: I'm just going to rest on the bed. *his tummy is growling and sit down*
• Timon: Pumbaa, you have to use the rest stop or something?
• Pumbaa: I'm getting kinda hungry.
• Timon: Oh, you're hungry? Then i'm *his belly growls* hungry.
• Pat: It's lunch hour. So we might be going to lunch by now. *his belly growls* Ooh, that tickles.
• Stan: I don't think you should play with your food while eating. *his belly growls* This beat a chip for a nacho.
• Timon: I'm getting kinda hungry. What's on the menu?
• Pumbaa: Chicken? Warthog stew? Meerkat tacos? And Bacon-wrapped Lion?
• Timon: No no no. I want real food. I'm not a predator like a hyena.
• Pat: We still got a lot to eat on the fridge.
• Stan: Make me a egg biscuit sandwich.
• Pat: Wow, we have a lot of food to eat.
• Timon: There's a whole bunch of snacks in the drawers.
• Pat: What? If there were any chips inside, why didn't you bring me some in bed?
• Stan: Forget about it. Let's eat with love and for our lunches!
• Pumbaa: Uh, Stan. You know we're eating lunch, right?
• Stan: Yes. None of the food in here is murky.
• Timon: Chow up!
• Pumbaa: Bring in the crackers!
• Pat: *open the drawers* We got everything.
• Stan: There's a whole lot to eat.
• Timon: Can't eat them all in one day.
• Pumbaa: You gotta save room for dessert.
• Stan: In the meantime, let's release the snack-a-roo!

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan open the fridge and drawers to grab all the food as they begin opening up the chip bags first)

• Timon: Nacho chips in the house!
• Pumbaa: *smell the potato chips* Ah, fries chips.
• Pat: They're potato chips. They came from fries, but with little strip pieces.
• Stan: Chow time!
• Everyone: *the gang eat the chips*
• Timon: Ah, spicy.
• Pumbaa: It's not spicy, it's salty.
• Timon: Salty? I like my popcorn with salt.
• Pat: I'll prepare the popcorn.
• Stan: But we're not watching a movie.
• Pat: You can eat popcorn as a snack. It's no big deal.
• Stan: Just cook it in the microwave. Whatever.
• Pat: Okie dokie. Chokie dokie.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Hey, who tries to heat up something without permission? Huh?
• Pat: Oh, sorry High-Tech. We're just going to heat up this popcorn bag nice and soft so we can eat the popcorny out of this puff bag.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Go right ahead. You have access to cook in the microwave.
• Pat: Yay. *put the popcorn bag in the microwave and cook it*
• Timon: In the meantime, let's-
• Pat: Are you using that meantime word again? We know, we know.
• Timon: Alright! I get it! Let's eat a whole bunch more while the popcorn is coming.
• Pat: It's food-a-rona time!
• Everyone: *Timon eat the sandwiches, Pumbaa slurp on the noodles, Pat eat the bananas, and Stan lick on the lollipop*
• Stan: Yum. *lick the lollipop again*
• Everyone: *Timon eat a whole bunch of hamburgers, Pumbaa slurping some yogurt, Pat eating the apples and Stan eat a whole lot of gummies* Oh i'm a gummy dog. Yes i am a gummy dog. *eat the gummies*
• Pat: This stuff is really good.
• Timon: Ho ho ho. We are alive!
• Pumbaa: I love this food a lot.
• Pat: Man, we ate a lot, did we?
• Timon: We got a whole bunch more!
• Pat: Bring on the diet!
• Stan: Screw diet. Eat clean! Not trash!
• Timon: Let's do it again.
• Everyone: *the gang eat more and more as the popcorn is ready on the microwave*
• Timon: Popcorn's ready.
• Pat: Yay! *open the microwave and grab the popcorn* Ouch! It's hot! *drop the popcorn bag on the counter*
• Timon: You just drop it!
• Pat: It was hot. Bring in the water to cool it down.
• Stan: You can't. It'll be soaked as bread.
• Pat: The steam is still on the bag. The little corn that came out of the cob is popping itself to form into pop puffs. I don't know what to do.
• Stan: Maybe we'll wait while we eat the leftovers.
• Pat: But, there are no leftovers. We almost ate all the food in the house.
• Stan: Check in your bags.
• Pat: No. That's vacation food. We can't eat all of our vacation food before the real trip.
• Stan: Don't worry about it. We'll eat all of it.
• Timon: Just don't worry about a thing. Just bring out the bags and we'll eat the food there.
• Pat: I feel like we're eating too much.
• Pumbaa: Bring it over you big-bum!
• Pat: Alright! I'm getting too many requests lately. *rush over to the garage to get the bags and open up one of the food bags* Look what i found?
• Everyone: Cheese puffs!
• Stan: Who knew you put those cheese puff bags on the food bags before the ride? That's our favorite food.
• Pat: I would have put in Lay's or Doritos. But the big bags won't fit it. So i have to go with the smaller ones.
• Timon: They are just small as those baby diapers.
• Pat: Cheese puff break anyone?
• Stan: Well let's go for it.
• Everyone: *Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan eat all the cheese puffs in every bag*
• Timon: So good.
• Pumbaa: So cheesy.
• Pat: Soft and sweet.
• Stan: It smells like pizza.
• Timon: Pass out the popcorn.
• Pat: The hot steam should be gone on the popcorn bag by now. *get up and grab the popcorn bag* Ooh, it smell really good.
• Pumbaa: Are they hot?
• Pat: *take a popcorn piece, small it and eat it* Not hot.
• Timon: We're all good. Let's eat the popping of a popcorn.
• Pat: Alright.
• Everyone: *the gang eat all the popcorn in the bag as they are shown off with their little overweight bellies*
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Ha ha ha. You all enjoy the food.
• Timon: Yes. Now we got ourselves a big belly.
• Pumbaa: It's like i'm having a baby.
• Pat: *touch his belly* Chubby chubby chubby.
• Stan: Jeez, i feel like we got nothing left to eat.
• Timon: At least, our parents aren't here to stop us from eating all that food.
• Pumbaa: *fart* Excuse me.
• Pat: Oh Pumbaa. The same old fart in you.
• Stan: Ugh. I hate the gas smell!
• Timon: Heh. I remember back in the old colony in the tunnels, i wanna to eat the whole grub, but Uncle Max refuse me to eat that big grub when my parents defend me for it.
• Pumbaa: Aw, i knew you would sound like a little baby on that one.
• Timon: I'm not a kid anymore. I remember that one flashback i had when eating the big grub on the tunnel grounds.

(In a flashback on the tunnel grounds, Timon as a baby is seen squeezing a big grub on the nest as his mother and father watch him play with the food)

• Ma: Aw, who's my little boy?
• Timon: Baby grub is my pet.
• Timon's dad: That grub isn't a pet, Timon. It's a food to eat. We collect these grubs to feed on you.
• Timon: *lick the grub* Goo goo ga ga.
• Ma: Eat up Timon. You're going to love it.
• Uncle Max: *show up* What's going on? *look at Timon's hugging a grub* Hey! You can't have that much grubs!
• Ma: Uncle Max. he's just playing.
• Uncle Max: We already ate like ten of them. He can't have more than one!
• Timon's dad: Max, you gotta let it go. Let my boy eat what he wants.
• Uncle Max: Timon, give me the grub.
• Ma: No Max. You can't have it. Go help out Monzo or something. He need to babysit one of his sons.
• Timon: Baby grub go bye bye?
• Timon's dad: No Timon. Just eat your grub.
• Uncle Max: Just don't.
• Timon: *slurp on the grub*
• Uncle Max: Ah. He just ate it. What is wrong with you?
• Ma: Max, just go.
• Uncle Max: Okay! Next time, i'm going to take away that grub and throw against a hyena! *leave* Oh god, i am done!
• Ma: Max is feeling kinda strict right now.
• Timon's dad: He just gonna learn how to respect our acts. He's not trying.
• Ma: I know he's not. He's just pushing to take away my son's food after eating a whole bunch of meals.
• Timon's dad: That's what i was trying to say.

(The flashback end as we flash-forward back to Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan in the house)

• Timon: Ah. Those are the good old days during the Mufasa Age.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Done eating? I think you're forgetting something.
• Timon: Like what? We are done. It's to die for.
• Pat: I'm going to stop eating what i have eaten already.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Check the fridge to see what you have actually forgotten.
• Pat: *get up and check the fridge* There's nothing. Nothing seem to be found.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Check the upper side. That's where the frozen food goes.
• Pat: Hmm. *open the up part of the fridge to see the desserts* Ice cream!
• Stan: Did somebody say ice cream?
• Timon: That's dessert to you.
• Pumbaa: How much dessert we have?
• Pat: I didn't know we have dessert. Look at all the ice creams we have.
• Timon: We don't have much. Let's eat it all.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* All the ice cream you can eat. This is like a all-you-can-eat buffet, right?
• Pat: Everything is in one fridge. Who want some ice cream?
• Stan: If it was a ice cream truck, then yes.
• Pat: Let's chow up!
• Everyone: *eat the ice cream flavors like chocolate, vanilla, strawberry and blueberry*
• Timon: Ah yeah. Ice cream.
• Pumbaa: I knew we would forgot about ice cream.
• Pat: There you have it. The ice is in the house.
• Pumbaa: Woo! I'm cold!
• Stan: Better than the cold brew with chicken dumplings and gummy worms.
• Timon: This is my type of dessert.
• Pat: I almost forgot. There's one more left.
• Pumbaa: One more you say?
• Pat: *grab the mochi box* Mochi!
• Stan: I love mochi! It got the cake on the top with the ice cream inside.
• Timon: Mochi? I thought it tasted more like a gummy.
• Pumbaa: More like bread coloring to me.
• Pat: I wonder how many does the box contain? *check the mochi box* Eight? Just eight?
• Stan: We wouldn't eat as much. It's just four of us having two pieces each.
• Pat: We'll just have to try them.
• Timon: Take it out.
• Pat: *take the mochi box out to release the mochis* Eight, hmm. Let's do the taste test. *eat the mochi* Not bad.
• Timon: What does it taste like? *eat the mochi* If gummy and ice cream have a baby.
• Pumbaa: *eat the mochi* Icy.
• Stan: *eat the mochi* Yum. I want more.
• Pat: Hmm? *cut off the mochi pieces as his gang eat the mochi pieces except one more*
• Timon: Say? There is one more mochi piece left.
• Pat: Everyone have theirs equal, right?
• Pumbaa: I didn't get equal!
• Pat: Oh. There's one more piece.
• Timon: It's mine. Please be me.
• Stan: No. I want it. I own it.
• Pumbaa: Can i have it?
• Pat: Uh........it's hard.
• Timon: *grab the mochi* Too late. I got it first!
• Pumbaa: Get that mochi back!
• Pat: After him! *run with his gang to chase after Timon*
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* There is no need to chase* Everyone calm down*
• Everyone: *Timon run with the mochi upstairs, but trip as Pat got it with Pumbaa pushing Pat all the way with the mochi dropping on the floor*
• Pat: My baby mochi!
• Stan: *grab the mochi on the floor* The baby ice cream is mine!
• Timon: *fly with a cape and grab the mochi* I got the mochi! I got the prize! *crash on the door*
• Pat: Man, we made Timon fly super schwing.
• Timon: I wasn't eating. *drop the mochi on the floor*
• Pumbaa: Mochi mochi mochi! *run after the mochi*
• Pat: My mochi! Come back!
• Stan: Not without my dessert!
• Timon: *run after the mochi* No! I don't wanna lose a prize!
• Everyone: *fight each other by grabbing the mochi, but get bumped over and try to catch the mochi over and over as the mochi fall on the floor*
• Timon: It's mine.
• Pat: The good.
• Stan: The bad.
• Pumbaa: And the ugly!
• Timon: Gooey.
• Pumbaa: Tasty.
• Pat: Squeezy.
• Stan: Touchy.
• Pumbaa: *hold still* Uh, uh. i can't move.
• Timon: Oh no.
• Pat: He's going to blow!
• Stan: He will pass!
• Pumbaa: *fart in the whole living room as the mochi melts*
• Timon: Man, gross. He brought the super duper weapon.
• Pat: No!!!!! My baby!
• Stan: No. No. Now the house smell bad.
• High-Tech Alarm: *bring out his siren sound* Warning! A bad smell is on the loose! The house will be cleaned with fresh smell and a shower! *open up the showers in the ceilings as the water spray all over the living toom and bring out the fresh smell* All clear. Good. Now have a nice day.
• Timon: It's gone. We're all out of food. How are we going to eat for the next few days on lockdown?
• Pumbaa: Ha. My secret weapon would blast the whole living room down.
• Pat: Well. My friends, i know it's the end. But, we all made out decisions and sharing is caring for everyone.
• Stan: Every animal being care about themselves.
• Timon: I wouldn't get the mochi without you guys. Heck, look. The mochi is ruined and it look like a crushed deformed banana peel.
• Stan: We had enough for today. Unless we want more.
• Pat: We still have bread, jelly and peanut butter left on the drawers.
• Timon: Wait, what? I thought we ate them all.
• Pat: *check the drawers to see the bread, jelly and peanut butter* Yep. They're still here. Since we lost our last mochi piece, we're going to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to cheer us up.
• Timon: PB and J in the house!
• Pumbaa: How do we make them?
• Stan: You just spread each every one of the bread. Without the peanut butter, it make the sandwich a bit soggy with a lot of jelly feeling squishy.
• Pat: You know what time it is.
• Timon: It's peanut butter jelly time.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan sit on the counters to eat some peanut butter jelly sandwiches at the end of the day)

• Timon: The sweet jelly of peanut butter is rocking my tongue out. I am staying hungry as a lion like Simba.
• Pumbaa: I love it so much. Thank you Pat.
• Pat: You're welcome. I wish i can buy some more. But too bad, we're still stuck in the house by a alarm.
• Stan: We still promise to get out of this trap soon as possible.
• Pat: One day Stan. We'll be outta here and go on vacation to continue our anniversary.
• Timon: Until then, Hakuna Matata.
• Pumbaa: No worries.
• Pat: No worries my friends.
• Stan: Don't worry about a thing and everything is gonna be alright. *laugh with his friends*

(The High-Tech Alarm watch the animals eat their peanut butter jelly sandwiches on the counter in the kitchen)

• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Ah, the little animals are really enjoying their meals. One day, they'll get a sniff of their diet. *laugh as one of the cameras show the gang eating their meals with laugher*

THE END

(Pat is checking on his phone while Timon, Pumbaa and Stan are still eating their peanut butter jelly sandwiches on the counter)

• Pat: Man, i wonder what's on iTunes.
• Timon: Are you done eating?
• Pat: Yes. I'm checking for a tune to play.
• Pumbaa: Just take your time.
• Stan: It's no big deal. He gotta learn how to stay on point.
• Pat: *play "Soy Yo" by Bomba Estéreo on his phone*
• Timon: Hey hey hey. It's the kind of deals that make you wanna boogie.
• Pat: Ah. *eat his sandwich*

(A dream show Pat dancing while holding his phone and sandwich while booging to different color backgrounds. Professor Chi-Chi and Emily is seen holding chop sticks with sushi and eat the sushi while dancing. Stuart and Lili are wiggling dancing with Stephanie holding the salad, dancing while eating a piece of lettuce with a fork. Aunt Martha dances while slip on her milkshake. Pat, Stuart, Professor Chi-Chi, Emily, Lili, Momo, Stephanie and Aunt Martha are later seen dancing together with Stuart starting to snore the last minute. Pat is the only one dancing as he is also seen dancing in reality in front of his friends.)

• Pat: And now you go next! *point at Timon*
• Timon: Me? Who is trying to do a dance-off?
• Pat: It doesn't matter. I want everyone to dance at the same time.
• Pumbaa: You know it's on.
• Stan: Bring it on, boogie man.
• Timon: Just grub what you love.
• Everyone: *Timon, Pumbaa and Stan get off the counter and dance to Pat, booging on their free time while swirling their arms and legs on the floor*

THE REAL END

NOTE: The whole post-credit scene is just a cutaway gag. It is not meant to be referenced in later episodes. This scene is also just for fun.

Trivia

• It is the third and last At Home With Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan episode released in March 2021.
• The title is a pun of "Chow Down", a song from The Lion King broadway musical.
• The song Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan sing while eating food is "Yummy Yummy Yummy" by Ohio Express. The song previously appeared in one of the music videos of The Lion King's Timon and Pumbaa, sung by Timon and Pumbaa with a different verse of lyrics.
• When Pat dream of the bananas is a reference to American Beauty with "Dead Already" playing in the background. The scene also mimics the dream sequence from Madagascar when Alex dreams of steak while mistaking it for Marty.
• When Pat dances to "Soy Yo" by Bomba Estéreo in a dream with the cast dancing makes a reference to the infamous GrubHub Delivery Dance commercial which uses the same song and spawned various internet memes the same year.
  • The post-credit scene was confirmed to be a cutaway gag and will not be referenced in future episodes.