Drunken Animal

Drunken Animal
Information
Title	Drunken Animal
Season	1
Episode	10
Air Date	May 13, 2021
Episode Guide
Previous "Hide and Sneak"	Next "Pictures in the House"

"Drunken Animal" is the tenth episode of At Home With Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan written by MarioFan65. It was released on May 13, 2021.

Characters

• Timon
• Pumbaa
• Pat
• Stan
• High-Tech Alarm

Transcript

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan show up on a black screen, giving out a warning message to the audience)

• Timon: Warning! Warning! The following episode may contain some unfunny jokes and disturbing scenes that may be offensive to viewers. Graphic content and discretion is advised.
• Pumbaa: Oh, forgive me for my odors. You may watch at your risk for viewing the episode.
• Pat: Sensitive humor is included in the mix. Also, you, have, been, warned.
• Stan: Do we really have to go through this before the show start?
• Pat: Yes. That's part of the program. Once again, you, have, been, warned.
• Timon: Play the show! Oh, turn down the balloons, will ya?
• Pumbaa: You said it. *pull the rope to bring down the balloons with party sounds playing*
• Timon: Thank you!
• Stan: Perfect timing.
• Pat: Enjoy the show! Also, you may or may not like this one. I'm warning ya.

NOW FOR OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan sit on the sofa together to recap about their failed "Hide and Sneak" game turned mission)

• Timon: Gosh, that was wild. We failed to get out of the house.
• Pumbaa: First we failed Operation: Housebreak!, and now we failed Hide and Sneak.
• Pat: What could possibly go wrong? How are we going to go on vacation while on lockdown?
• Stan: It's like being on house arrest. What does being on house arrest have to do with our first anniversary?
• Timon: We're not being caged up with some type of tech that keep us stuck in the house for years. We're lucky we don't have that for the secret agency to come and watch over us on what we do.
• Pumbaa: I hate being watched over like someone is babysitting us for like five hours straight.
• Pat: It can't end like this. I'm too scared to die!
• Stan: Everybody a bit down. We can get this over with by having lunch.
• Timon: We'll have lunch in no time.
• Pumbaa: I'm so burned out from all that escaping.
• Pat: I almost got bite by a spider.
• Stan: Oh shut up. I knew your so called pet spider would come this way since you drop the spider back at the ground.
• Pat: The spider is always here to see me. Like take a bird for example, they always come after you.
• Timon: Like Zazu who watch over Simba at Pride Rock? Ha, who need a majordomo for?
• Pumbaa: *hit Timon* Timon, i don't mean it seriously.
• Timon: Sorry. Let's go have lunch.
• Pumbaa: Right back at ya.
• Pat: I wonder what we're having.
• Stan: We still got bread left to go before they go bad for expiring.
• Pat: We'll have soft bread for lunch for now.
• Stan: Wheat bread is what we have.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan eat the breads for lunch while sitting on the counter)

• Timon: Ah yeah. Soft wheat bread in the house.
• Pumbaa: What if we toast it?
• Pat: It'll taste just like bread, just toasted.
• Stan: Crispy as it should be.
• Pumbaa: I love it with the crust on.
• Timon: Every bread has crust Pumbaa.
• Pumbaa: Oh. I didn't know that.
• Pat: Not everyone like crust on the bread you know.
• Timon: We're on a tight hectic schedule. Better prepare for our next escape.
• Pat: It will take hours away to get out of this house trap.
• Timon: Like, this bread can escape through it's wheat, but can't cross over walls.
• Pumbaa: Timon, it's just a food.
• Pat: Just eat it buddy.
• Timon: *eat the bread* I'm telling you. It's hot topic.
• Stan: It doesn't matter who's in hot topic.
• Timon: Then why don't you grab a cup of water to drink with.
• Pumbaa: I'm thirsty. Just give us a pair of water, will ya Pat?
• Pat: I'll take care of it. *walk to the fridge to open up the fridge*
• Stan: I need some energy. Quick drink of water Pat!
• Pat: I'm looking. We got a whole bunch of water. We got four to go.
• Timon: Great. Bring them over buddy.
• Pat: Right at your service. *place the water bottles on the counter*
• Stan: This is just like food service, but it's drink service.
• Pumbaa: Do you serve juice?
• Pat: Uh, we're fresh out of juice.
• Pumbaa: Darn. I guess i'll drink what you offer me.
• Pat: Cheers up and drink up the liquid!
• Timon: Okay. We got the goods. *drink water*
• Pumbaa: Cheers for the world. *drink water*
• Pat: Fresh water out of a bottle. *drink water*
• Stan: *drink water* Ah, another afternoon to start with water.
• Timon: Feel good on a cold diet.
• Pumbaa: Oh boy, i feel the breeze.
• Pat: Taste like warm water.
• Stan: It's cold water! Know the difference.
• Pat: I don't know what the difference means.
• Timon: It's just both Pat.
• Pat: Oh. Wise answers.
• Stan: Now you know what the difference between warm and cold.
• Pat: What about hot?
• Timon: It's far average from warm.
• Pat: I'll better go with cold water since it's my favorite type of water drink.
• Pumbaa: *find out that his water bottle is empty* Uh oh, guys. I'm all out of water.
• Timon: I ran out too.
• Pat: I drink it all. Did i do something wrong?
• Stan: No. We're all out of water. We gotta find some more.
• Timon: Back to the fridge!

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan look in the fridge to check for more water, realizing that they're all gone)

• Pat: Uh oh, we're all out.
• Timon: We drink all the water in five days.
• Stan: Darn it. How are we going to drink water?
• Pumbaa: We have the sink.
• Stan: No. That's tap water. It's not good for our health. We're better off drinking real water in bottles made from factories.
• Timon: Jeez, how will we survive?
• Pat: We got plenty of energy to survive the next few days. It's not the end of our lives you know and everything is going to be alright.
• Timon: *point at a drink bottle* Ooh, what's that drink next to the lettuce?
• Pumbaa: Is that Coca-Cola?
• Pat: Uh? No. It's just a bottle.
• Timon: If it isn't water, let's share some.
• Stan: No. Do not drink this drink. Ever!
• Pat: What? You can't judge a drink by it's flavor and taste.
• Stan: I'm warning you. None of the guys should drink this.
• Pat: *hold a bottle of beer* What does it say? Beer?
• Stan: You said it. I remember throwing up on these when we were throwing a house party in our high school years.
• Timon: What does it contain in it? Red Bull?
• Pat: That's an energy drink. I would recommend some Monster Energy if we still have some. Right now, we don't have any.
• Stan: Don't even think about drinking that poison of a juice!
• Pat: Come on Stan. It's just a drink. What do you expect?
• Timon: Anyone want a taste test of that thing?
• Pumbaa: Who wanna try? Pat?
• Pat: You want me to try? I never actually open it.
• Stan: Of course you didn't. Just try the drink already.
• Pat: *use a bottle opener to take the lid off the beer* Done.
• Timon: It's actually open. Just drink it.
• Pat: What if the drink taste bad?
• Stan: Pat, you just brought it a week ago. Just taste it.
• Pat: Does it has soda bubbles in it.
• Pumbaa: It doesn't matter. Try it so we can try it next.
• Pat: Okie dokie. Chokie dokie. Here i go. *drink the beer* Ah, fresh.
• Timon: What does it taste like? Ginger ale?
• Pat: It doesn't matter. It taste just like any other drink i tasted like Ginger ale. *feel dizzy* Uh, guys? What is happening to me?
• Timon: You went out of control.
• Pat: Oh man. I feel dizzy.
• Stan: Oh Pat. You're just playing around. *grab the beer from Pat* Give me that, i'm trying it to see if it good or not. *drink beer* Ah, fresh bottle out of a smooth move drink. *feel dizzy* Aye ya ya. My brain.
• Pumbaa: *sip the beer from the bottle* What does it taste like?
• Timon: Pumbaa, you tell me. There gotta be a word into it.
• Pumbaa: Delicious. *feel dizzy* Or not.
• Timon: Huh? Guys, what's going on?
• Pat: Oh. I think my eyes are rolling from the shade.
• Stan: Can't keep up with that.
• Pumbaa: What was that?
• Timon: I could be wrong. Let me try. *drink the whole beer and break the bottle. Ooh, that gotta hurt. *feel dizzy* Ack! I think i have fever on my head.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Oh lord. What is going on in here? Mr. Stanley? Can you respond?
• Stan: High-Tech, that drink is trying to kill us. What is it called again? I can't remember the name since i first heard it.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* That is beer my friend. It's going to make you drunk once you drink too much of it.
• Stan: What?! *burp* Excuse me.
• Timon: *burp* Aye ya ya. What was that?
• Pumbaa: *burp* I think i got bubbles in my mouth.
• Pat: It's just the tip of the drink, Pumbaa. *burp*
• Timon: Something is wrong with us. *clean us* What is happening to us?!
• Pat: I don't know. I think i'm having the beer fever.
• Stan: Me neither. My eyes are dizzy that i can't see a single thing on the window.
• Pat: It's metal straps attracted to it.
• Stan: It's locked like the garage! *burp*
• Timon: *sit on the sofa* Ooh, wee. What in a shame, what in a name.
• Pumbaa: I can't feel my tusks either.
• Timon: I can't hold it any longer.
• Pat: Me too. *hit on the wall* Ow. Who put that wall in the middle of nowhere?
• Stan: There's something wrong with all of us! I think we're *burp* d-d-drunk!
• Timon: Drunk?!
• Pumbaa: No way.
• Pat: It's like a sailor being drunk in the seven seas.
• Stan: Worse than that. We need medical help!
• Timon: *cover his mouth* Boop. I need the bathroom!
• Pumbaa: Why are you covering your mouth for?
• Timon: *rush to the bathroom* I need the rest stop!
• Pumbaa: Timon, slow down!
• Pat: *cough* I'm impossible to sneeze with our eyes open!
• Timon: *enter the bathroom and throw up in the toilet* Much better. Hakuna Ma-
• Pumbaa: Timon! What did you do?
• Timon: I just threw up. Had an accident on the water lid.
• Pumbaa: It's okay. Everyone throws up sometimes when you eat or *cover his mouth* drink too much of that drunk drink we're having. *throw up on the toilet*
• Timon: Holy tacos. You threw up like me!
• Pumbaa: I got the beer fever.
• Timon: This is the worst drink i've ever tasted.
• Pumbaa: Timon, our bodies are going out of control. The beer is making us dizzy and drunk at the same time!
• Timon: I told you that drink is dangerous to drink! We shouldn't drink that toxic drink in the first place!
• Pumbaa: I'll rather eat a poison stink bug than a beer. *cough*
• Timon: Pumbaa, wumbaa, cover your mouth while you sneeze. You don't wanna spread germs all over me and get me sick like a stink bomb.
• Pumbaa: Sorry. No place to sneeze what-so-ever.
• Pat: *came to the bathroom with Stan* Oh hey guys, what's cooking?
• Stan: You guys have drunk fever?
• Timon: I can't take it any longer.
• Pumbaa: It's really killing me.
• Pat: Oh, that's funny. Who thought we would threw ourselves on the toilet. *cover his mouth* Or not.
• Stan: *cover his mouth* Enter the bathroom!
• Pat: *throw up on the toilet* Ice nippers. That was close.
• Stan: *throw up on the toilet* All that beer fever is killing me!
• Timon: High-Tech, help! We are in the middle of danger! That beer power is really trying to kill us all! Do something! Give us a cure.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I'm sorry. That beer of yours isn't going to cure you away. Every time you feel drunk, you're going to end up being like that for long.
• Timon: What?!
• Pumbaa: What are we gonna *burp* do?
• Pat: I don't know. The beer fever gotta stop.
• Stan: I had enough! *burp* I'm still burping as always.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Too bad so sad. You'll probably would have to wait for a while to cool you down.
• Timon: Oh well, here we go with the hiccups. *burp with hiccups*
• Pumbaa: You're right again.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan are still drunk on the sofa, burping everywhere as they feel dizzy together and lay down together as being drunk)

• Timon: Does anyone have a nickel or quarter to place in a bubblegum machine?
• Pumbaa: Not in sight.
• Pat: What in a shame.
• Stan: I feel weak. The beer is trying to kill on us. Take your medicine and get out!
• Timon: There need to be a pill to take!
• Pat: "I Catch a Cold in Scotland". Remember that song we sing at the dance club at Funkytown? *burp*
• Stan: Was it a disco or something like a two story dance club? *burp* I can't remember.
• Timon: It was big and it was like ten stories on the dance club. *burp*
• Pumbaa: They give us drinks like cola and cherry lime. *burp* Right?
• Timon: Oh, what in a name. Go grab the pills. The burping and hiccupping gotta stop right now in our throats.
• Pat: *get up and walk to the kitchen* I'll go grab the pills. *burp* Darn Timon. Why didn't you tell me earlier.
• Timon: You're the one that suppose to get it. Not me. You're bigger than me.
• Pat: *check the drawers* Okay. Let me see. We got salt, chili hot peppers and a pack of bread crumbs. Ooh, what is this?
• Timon: Hurry up. I'm dying here.
• Pat: *grab the pill case* I got the pills. What does it contains? *read the white label on what the pills contain* Drugs used to diagnose, cure, treat, or prevent disease.
• Timon: Oh god. I know what the drink is trying to cause on us. Drugs! *burp*
• Pumbaa: I'm having a sick fever here.
• Stan: Hurry up Pat! Timon and Pumbaa are wigging out with the burping fever.
• Pat: I hope i'm not wrong. I got the number fever with all the pills to take on each size.
• Stan: Just bring it over and stop walking around in circles.
• Pat: Okie dokie. Chokie dokie. *trip over a ball and drop the pills* Whoa!
• Stan: Look what you done?!
• Pat: I'm sorry. That hiccupping is trying to jump on my throat.
• Stan: They're on the floor now. We step on them and now, the pills are dirty.
• Timon: What a load of bad luck. *burp*
• Pumbaa: I'm going to freak out, am i?
• Pat: Don't worry you guys. I can fix this. *pick up the pills*
• Timon: Grow up Pat.
• Pumbaa: It's not going to get any better. *burp*
• Stan: You serve yourself a big blowout, don't you Pumbaa?
• Pumbaa: I dunno.
• Pat: All done. But wait, it's all mixed.
• Timon: What does the labels say?
• Pat: H-721, H-484, G-395, I'm all mixed up with the labels.
• Stan: Why are you confused for? Are you reading the right labels for each pill?
• Pat: On the handcart, i'll just roll over with it.
• Timon: I'm just gonna puke back at the bathroom for a little.
• Stan: Hand over the pills you dumb bum!
• Pat: Um, um, um, um.
• Stan: Don't um me. Hand it over.
• Pat: Ah, ah, ah.
• Stan: Don't tell me you're gonna *burp* SNEEZE?!
• Pat: *sneeze* AH CHOO! *drop all the pills*
• Stan: No! That was our only chance! You maniac moron!
• Timon: *throw up at the toilet* Ah, yeah. I feel so much good.
• Pumbaa: *throw up at the sink* Excuse me.
• Stan: No Pumbaa! That's the sink! Hey Alarm, what is going on in here? This is not what i expected! This isn't happening!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Your friends are in a bit of a problem right now. They are sick and in danger. The beer you just drink is causing you problems.
• Stan: Uh oh. *cover his mouth* I need the bathroom! *rush to the bathroom*
• Pat: *collect the pills* One, two, three, four.
• Timon: I'm back. What did i miss? *burp and get tripped over Stan's running in the stairway* Yao!
• Stan: *cover his mouth* I got the bathroom fever. *reach to the bathroom and throw up on the toilet* Help me Lord Puppy.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Eye aye aye. Do i have to deal with the animals with the mental problems anyways?
• Pat: *put all the pills back in the box* I think i got it! *cover his mouth and reach to the sink to throw up* I think i'm going to be sick even more. *throw up again in the sick* That's much better.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Oh! This is gross! What were you thinking? Throwing up at my house? Not today!
• Pat: *sit on the sofa* Guys, i got the *burp* pills all together!
• Stan: *sit on the sofa* You found them?
• Pat: Yeah. I finally got them on the right bins.
• Timon: *sit on the sofa* They look silly to me.
• Pumbaa: *sit on the sofa* They don't seem right.
• Pat: Huh? *look in the pill box* I just put them all back.
• Pumbaa: All right! You did it!
• Stan: No! You mixed them all up! You weren't even looking when you first drop them. Are you kidding me?!
• Pat: The drunk fever is killing us all. I know what i am going to do to stop the hiccups of being drunk.
• Stan: That's not what i meant you coward.
• Pat: Come on Stan. You don't wanna be sick for the rest of your life. Do you?
• Stan: Of course not. I just wanna get BETTER! GRRRRR!!! Oooohhha.
• Timon: Take a chill pill and everybody a bit down.
• Pumbaa: *burp out bubbles out* Wow. I didn't fart on the butt. But on the mouth.
• Pat: You just burp out the bubbles Pumbaa.
• Pumbaa: Oh, i thought it was a bubble can holder with a stick.
• Pat: *take a pill out* Let me see what can it do. *swallow a pill and turn green* Uh oh. *throw up*
• Timon: Iceberg grasses! What the heck is wrong with you?
• Pat: *throw up on the pills* Hey, the pills became soup.
• Pumbaa: Pat. *laugh* What did you do?
• Stan: You think it is funny? Everyone throw up sometimes when the body is not working yet. Learn from your doctors!
• Timon: I thought Rafiki's the doctor.
• Pumbaa: Look beyond what you see, my butt!
• Timon: *take a pill on the floor* Remember guys, remember me. *swallow a grub and feel dizzy* Ugagaaaahahahaaa.
• Pumbaa: Timon, you okay?
• Timon: *dizzy* Whoa, de whoa, de whoa, de whoa, de whoa.
• Pat: *throw up on the sink* This is a nightmare come true.
• Stan: What is going on in here. Why is the house smelling bad like high school bathrooms?
• Pat: Hmm, what do they taste like?
• Pumbaa: *hand over the pill box* Give me that. *disgusted by the look of the pill box* Ugh, it's nasty. Mind as well take one for myself. *eat one pill and inflate to a blueberry size* Oops, i made a mistake.
• Stan: No! Not my friends! I need help! Alarm! My friends are in deep trouble!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* What is going on with you?
• Stan: My friends are feeling sick! *burp*
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Well you ae feeling sick too. You drink the dangerous drink that is going to make you drunk as a drunken sailor.
• Stan: I'm more of a drunken animal. *burp* I need to make something to stop the curse!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You mean like making a cure, huh?
• Stan: A cure. That's it. Alarm, you are right. I am going to make a cure to stop the burping and farting on everyone. *run and bump from wall to wall* Ouch. I'm almost there. *trip on the stairs* Whoa! I'm drunk. I'm really drunk.
• Timon: *dizzy* Can somebody give me a energy drink, or is it a cream soda? *burp*
• Stan: *get up and reach to the attic* Attic, here i come! *crash on the wall* Excuse me.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Such a mental dog.

(Stan reach to the attic as he place a table and set up a kit of potions to make a cure to stop the drunk curse)

• Stan: Ah ha. Now all i gotta do is make a cure.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Are you doing what you're suppose to do?
• Stan: Yeah. I'm going to make a- *burp*
• High-Tech Alarm: *burp* What kind of cure is *burp* Are you going to make a *burp* or what?
• Stan: You're feeling kinda drunk.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* No i'm not! I'm just mocking you.
• Stan: You're mocking me like making fun? Give me a break. Get a life, i'm making a cure.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* What cure? You didn't tell me.
• Stan: To cure the drunk curse on my *burp* FRIENDS!
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You're going to make a cure to make your friends stop burping and feeling drunk. You got everything you need?
• Stan: Yes! And i have a lot to work on.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Go right ahead. It's your own choice.
• Stan: My health, my body, my power. Let's go make a cure!

(The background song "Tally Ho!" by Fourplay plays as Stan begin working on the cure by mixing potions up as Timon, Pumbaa and Pat still burp around the living room)

• Stan: Mix one potion to another. *drop two potion drops to make a boom sound* Ooh, i didn't sound it make boom sounds like fire sauce drops.
• Everyone: *Timon, Pumbaa and Pat burp at each other in the living room*
• Stan: *mix the potions together and add in a lot of white pills* These white pills better work. At least, it not hard candy that would explode a soda bottle up. There gotta be some DNA to the test. Let me feel it. *check the table under as his hand touch chewing gum* Chewing gum. *take the chewing up out of the table underneath* That's it. There gotta be some DNA into it. *drop chewing gum into the measure cup* Cook up some gum mixture to it.
• Everyone: *Timon, Pumbaa and Pat burp at the alarm*
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Leave me alone with your burping!
• Stan: *mix the cure up with a spoon* Mix it around, down. It's swirling and it smell like. *gulp* Medicine. Yikes.
• Everyone: *Timon, Pumbaa and Pat throw up at the toilet in the bathroom*
• Timon: Anyone wanna go next?
• Pumbaa: We already did.
• Pat: That was killing.
• Timon: I know right. It's a crime.
• Stan: *finish making the cure in the attic* Ta da! The perfect masterpiece is done. Now time to pour it in. *pour in the cure into each cup* It smell like dead meat to me and oval pills with juice that taste disgusting when you're sick. I hope they go under the body to stop the sickness like the flu.
• Timon: *arrive on the attic with his friends* Stanley!
• Pumbaa: Mr. Stan!
• Pat: Stan? Are you okay? *burp*
• Stan: You okay. I made you the cures. Or i'll say, medicine!
• Timon: Give me another beer!
• Stan: What? You already have some.
• Pat: Hand it over!
• Stan: Stop! You just had some at the fridge!
• Pat: I want! *flip over the boxes* Another!
• Stan: Stay away you are! You are acting like wild dogs!
• Pumbaa: Well you are a dog.
• Stan: Anyone want a- *burp* Medicine juice?
• Timon: Did he say medicine juice? *laugh as bubbles come out of his mouth*
• Stan: Don't tell me you have rabies.
• Pat: Rabies.
• Stan: Huh?
• Timon: Rabies.
• Stan: Don't even say it.
• Pumbaa: Rabies! *run with Timon and Pat after Stan*
• Stan: No! I'll give you- *burp* Some! *crash over the table with Timon, Pumbaa and Pat knocking him over as the cure drinks drop at them and taste the medicine*
• Timon: *slurp at the medicine* What does it taste like?
• Pumbaa: *taste the medicine* Disgusting.
• Pat: *drink the medicine* It taste like kiwi mixed with pasta.
• Stan: Huh? *drink the half-cup of a medicine* Yummy, but gross.
• Timon: You know what this means.
• Stan: Don't even say the R word!
• Everyone: *burp all together as their drunk curse is gone as the background song stopped playing*
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* That was nasty as a dead possum on the road.
• Timon: What happen?
• Pumbaa: Hey, we don't feel drunk anymore.
• Pat: Yay! The drunk curse is no more!
• Stan: It worked! It totally worked! I thought we were going to stay like this forever. But the drunk curse is finally gone!
• Timon: No more throwing up, no more burping and no more farting!
• Pumbaa: I don't feel drunk after having a throw-up in the bathroom.
• Pat: All of this toilet humor gotta stop.
• Stan: I hate fart jokes.
• Timon: Yeah. Enough with that. Every time we make fun of it, it doesn't get any funny anymore and keep overusing it like a overused joke or word to say.
• Pumbaa: Are my eyes droopy?
• Timon: No Pumbaa. You feel okay.
• Pumbaa: I'm a bit better.
• Pat: We all look tired. Don't you think?
• Stan: *clean eyes* I'm much better now after the whole throwing up incident.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Men! Look what you done to the whole entire house?!
• Stan: False alarm Tech-Guy! There is no need to worry about another mess in the house.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* The toilet's clogged. The sink's clogged and everything i see here is a messy floor! You four! Clean up or i'm blowing up this house for life!
• Timon: No no, please no! You can't do this to us.
• Pat: Please don't blow up the house. We'll be dead and we'll be on the news for the incident.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Go clean up boys. You have another day to catch up tomorrow.
• Stan: Tomorrow is another day and another life.
• Pumbaa: Let's go boys and boys.
• Pat: There are no girls and it's only us boys.
• Stan: Man, i wish Stephanie was here all along to save us. Uuooohhh.
• Timon: Stop daydreaming. We have to clean the floor all because of us throwing up earlier.
• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I am waiting you four. Get to work!

(After feeling drunk, Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan use a mop to clean up the floor with water in the living room)

• Pat: Working as a janitor is a lot of hard work.
• Timon: *scrub the floor with a sponge* This sponge is just fluffy as a poodle's fur.
• Stan: It doesn't get any better than cleaning a table.
• Pat: Didn't we clean enough for the day?
• Pumbaa: I think we did.
• Pat: I'm thinking what can i clean other than using a mop? *see a broom* Ah, a broom! *take a broom out next to the plant*
• Timon: Jeez Pat. Why do you sound like a girl?
• Pat: I'm a man! What do you expect?
• Timon: My Ma used to make all the hairstyle in which i looked like a tomgirl when i was a kid.
• Pat: How about i play a little song with a broom, don't you think?
• Timon: Pat, a broom is a broom. You can't sing a song with a broom unless you're playing musical chairs.
• Pat: Shh. Let me take care of the singing. *sing*

Now broom you must now sweep for me the dust it fills my room

No Timon I will not sweep for you for I am not your broom

What nonsense are you speaking broom my words you must obey

Another life awaits be and I'm leaving you today

I am not your broom

I am not your broom

I've had enough I'm throwing off my chains of servitude

I am not your broom

I am not your broom

No longer must I sweep for you for I am not your broom

• Timon: Hey, Pat. I think we got an idea.
• Pat: You wanna sing along?
• Stan: Yes. Let's use the brooms and sing it like it's a musical to call the day, the end.
• Pumbaa: You mean like wrapping up a day.
• Timon: That's it. Pumbaa, you're a genius.
• Pumbaa: Thank you very much.
• Pat: Let's sing along.
• Timon, Pumbaa and Stan: Okay!
• Pat: All together now, let's go.
• Everyone: *hold up their brooms and sing along*

Now broom you must now sweep for me the dust it fills my room

Oh no I will not sweep for you for I am not your broom

What nonsense are you speaking broom my words you must obey

Another life awaits be and I'm leaving you today

I am not your broom

I am not your broom

I've had enough I'm throwing off my chains of servitude

I am not your broom

I am not your broom

No longer must I sweep for you for I am not your broom!

• High-Tech Alarm: *voice* All clean now. A perfect clean house in the making.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan clean the house up with a clean perfect floor with no dirty stuff on the ground)

THE END

Trivia

• This is the first At Home With Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan episode with a warning message.
• The title is a pun of the Irish folk tale and sea shanty song "Drunken Sailor".
• The episode is based on a controversial episode of Tiny Toon Adventures "One Beer" where one of the characters drink beer which make them drunk in a intoxicated way.
• It is one of the most controversial Lion King and Crossover Omniverse Saga stories yet to date.
• Pat recalls singing "I Catch a Cold in Scotland" by Loco Loco back at the dance club in Funkytown in Timon and Pumbaa meets Pat & Stan 2 during their talk in the sofa with Timon, Pumbaa and Stan.