The Longest Board Game Ever

The Longest Board Game Ever
Information
Title	The Longest Board Game Ever
Season	1
Episode	2
Air Date	March 18, 2021
Episode Guide
Previous; "Lockdown Begins"	Next; "Chow Time"

"The Longest Board Game Ever" is the second episode of At Home With Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan written by MarioFan65. It was released on March 18, 2021.

Characters[]

Timon
Pumbaa
Pat
Stan
High-Tech Alarm

Transcript[]

(After a big mistake which lead them to their lockdown at Pat and Stan's house, Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan are sitting on the sofa, doomed as they are trapped inside of the house)

Timon: After a big mistake caused by the line of a laser, we're doomed.
Pumbaa: Where is the fresh air?
Pat: Oh, we have fresh air. *smell the fresh air* Ah, the air machine is pretty much working for us.
Stan: Not like when it's all blocked in peer pressure.
Timon: How long we can survive being at home without outside air?
Pumbaa: We got the whole air for ourselves, thanks to the A.C. power.
Pat: I miss outside air.
Stan: I don't know how much longer we can survive with all the inside air on us.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Well well well, so you made your biggest mistake yet, didn't you?
Timon: You call us thieves. Now we're going to call you a theft for closing down our windows.
Pat: Oh, when i get my hands on you, i'm going to smash you like a ant hill!
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Oh, are these thieves bothering you?
Pumbaa: They're not thieves. They're our friends. Now leave them alone or else!
Stan: Stop trying to antagonize them. They did nothing wrong. It was a mistake, it was a false alarm like a fake fire drill.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Well they haven't learn their mistake just yet. I want you four to the computer.
Stan: I'm going to tell your boss on you.
Timon: I wish i was innocent like Pat.
Pat: Not guilty as always.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan went upstairs to see the High-Tech Alarm in the computer)

High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Hello. You must be curious.
Timon: Well well well, fat pyramid. What do we got here?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You seem to be bored, confused, upset, tired and curious.
Timon: I am not happy after what you did to us by locking us in a whole entire house.
Pumbaa: You blew it. You went to the bathroom.
Timon: The bathroom is not my fault. It was Pat's.
Pat: Why me? Blame the lasers for it.
Stan: You guys aren't taking care of yourselves. You're fighting!
Pumbaa: And you act like a hyena leader of the pack.
Timon: No we're not. What does a hyena got to do on being on lockdown?
Pat: We look bad for ourselves.
Timon: So as being guilty.
Stan: Guys, didn't i ask you all to take a break and relax on the sofa?
Pat: Well you didn't ask.
Stan: Let's all take a break from here and chill out.
Timon: I hope we have enough air to survive for this lockdown.
Pumbaa: Safety's first.
Pat: Or protocols. That's the bottom line of the spirit.
Stan: You got a beauty word out of it, Pat. I'm going to find a way to shut down this thing.
Pat: I'm grabbing a snack on the fridge. We'll be sitting.
Timon: Go do what you have to do.
Stan: I'll be on my way. *walk upstairs*

(While Timon and Pumbaa look in the drawers of the kitchen, Pat get something from the fridge as the camera block him from grabbing a snack out the fridge)

High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Access is forbidden. You do not seem to have permission to grab a snack from the fridge. *lock the fridge* The fridge remain locked until you remain reformed when asked for permission.
Pat: Oh no. What did i do?
Timon: There gotta be a way out.
Pumbaa: Are we really going to escape?
Timon: You been asking. We're getting out of here and no one is going to stop us from locking us in the house.

(Stan went upstairs to check on the High-Tech Alarm on the computer)

Stan: Well well well, what is going on?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* The house seem to be locked and steady to prevent the thieves from escaping.
Stan: Hey, what is that on the video?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Oi! They be breaking into the house. Gotta trap them. *use the cameras on Timon and Pumbaa* Access is forbidden! There is no need to sneak through the sewers of the sink, meerkat and warthog.
Timon: *video* Hey, come on. We were fixing something.
Pumbaa: *video* Don't you know the meaning of fixing a pipe in the sink?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You cannot escape. Once again, there is no way for you to get out during your prison. Even your warthog friend is identify as a theft.
Pumbaa: *video* Theft? But i didn't break into the house. I'm with Stan.
Stan: Monsieur, they're my friends. Please don't hurt them.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* If you're in charge of the house, then i proceed you to get rid of those thieves. They do not belong in this area unless you kick them right out.
Stan: Once again, they're my friends! What is wrong with you? I thought i trusted you to take control of the thieves, not the good guys like them.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* One o them were trying to steal a banana off the fridge and one was going to the restroom as what i saw.
Stan: Hey, you wouldn't compromise if you were going to ask nicely to leave my friends alone.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* They got into the lasers first. One of your friends did that except the warthog.
Stan: Why are you blaming them? They're my friends, they did nothing wrong. Why would you lock us in after one mistake? Huh?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You seem to be grumpy as a 60 year old man. Go downstairs and play a board game or something. You feel more relaxing than fighting over a problem.
Stan: You know what? Get outta here. If you had a body and had hands and legs, you're going down the dumpster where the empty cans are.
Timon: *walk upstairs* Hey Stan, i'm going to flush in the toilet and try to find a way to get you guys outta here.
Stan: Ah ha! Someone who had a brain and trust with courage.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Thinking about escaping, huh? You're going to get zapped by my powers.
Timon: Uh, i gotta go pee in the toilet. Man, i forgot to flush before the lockdown trap.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I don't believe you.
Stan: Relax Tech, he just gotta go as one of his moments. Like every moment in a lifetime.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Something's not right.

(Timon went to the bathroom to flush himself on the toilet)

Timon: Alright. Time to get the heck out of this lockdown. *flush the lid as the toilet's water spin as he crash in the ceiling and crash on the wall* Come on, i was ready to go.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Access is denied! You have nowhere to escape beside flushing yourself off the bathroom.
Timon: Give me a break. I tried to pee in the water when i was spinning around like a hula hoop.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I don't even trust you.
Timon: What did i do to deserve this? Bump over to a friend?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You are the theft in here! You are locked in here until you learn how to redeem and asked permission first to go to places.
Timon: Fine. I'm sorry. Can i go home now?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* No. You are already home. This is your probation. Right here!
Timon: I asked nicely. May we go on vacation, please?
High-Tech Alarm: Absolutely not! I'm sorry, i believe, you are trying to escape while you are referred as a theft for your sneaking skills.
Timon: Theft?! Oh, now you're becoming a theft for locking us in!
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You're not even listening.
Timon: D'oh! I'm outta here. I'm going to find another exist out and you won't be sorry for yourself, even we have to evacuate the house because of you!
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Escape through the sewers and see what happen next.
Timon: You don't know what is going to happen next when we escape.

(Pat and Pumbaa catch up with Timon on the room way)

Pat: Hey Timon, we're going to check how to escape in the bathroom.
Timon: I tried and it didn't work.
Stan: *show up* What were you thinking?
Pumbaa: You shouldn't have drown yourself with all the water toilet.
Timon: Blah. I should have throw up on the bag by now.
Pumbaa: How about we try the rooms?
Stan: Excuse me? We only have one room. The top room is the attic.
Timon: The attic? You check the rooms, i'll check the attic.
Pumbaa: It's a one way scenario. We either survive or faint.
Timon: We gotta get out of here. I can't hold the amount of breath in this house! *breathe in*
Pumbaa: Relax man. We can get out of this trap together.
Stan: This is our house. How are we going to find a home if we leave the house forever? Who's gonna buy the house if we don't sell it all because of this alarm trapping system?
Timon: Then we'll live under the bridge with the stinky garbage bags and broken clothes and towels lying down on the streets.
Pat: No. This is not the place to live out on garbage.
Stan: Unless, we hang out with these guys back at the jungle.
Timon: You'll be safer with us as we eat a lot of grubs for life.
Pat: What? No. I don't wanna sit in the jungle eating all the garbage food all day without pizza, burgers and fries. What are we going to eat for lunch?!
Timon: Stop whining and let's go to the attic to sneak out.
Pat: Okay. I hope we find a secret exit to go on vacation.

(The gang look around in the attic to find a secret way out)

Timon: Oh, so this is where me and Pumbaa used to sleep in the other day when the world is in crisis.
Pat: We don't have any world problems right now. The only world problem we have to deal with is in our house.
Stan: The house is a threat to our world?
Pumbaa: The alarm is the only thing that's blocking us from going anywhere.
Pat: Even our vacation time! At least we still got enough time to escape.
Pumbaa: Can we escape through the boxes?
Stan: How come the boxes make us escape? We won't fit in those.
Pumbaa: Let's pretend the moving people comes and take us out of the house.
Stan: I wouldn't consider doing that. Think of a way to get out.
Pat: Let's see. Hmm. The wood isn't going to tear down the house for a living.
Stan: You're not making me go super schwing on the case, are you?
Pat: Nope. I can see the opener on the wall!
Timon: There's no way out! No holes, no cracks.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I am sorry. There is no way out for you. This room is no place to escape!
Stan: Darn it High-Tech. You're really starting to get us nervous.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* This is no place to party around.
Timon: Is there only one way we can get through all this trapping?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* No. Not at all!
Pat: Ah! I can't take it any longer. This is like a nightmare box. *run downstairs* I wanna go on vacation! *try to open the door and get electrocuted by the door knob* Oh, there's no way out.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I am very sorry you have to deal with this prison cell. Once you changed your ways, you can get out and go outside to have some fun.
Timon: *walk downstairs with Pumbaa and Stan* Wow, you really gotta chill.
Pat: I'm dead.
Timon: You're not dead. It's not the end of the world you know.
Pat: You know it's for me. What did i do wrong?
Timon: Well what did you do wrong, is that you got into my way to prevent us from going on vacation!
Pat: I didn't see you jumping around like a ninja.
Timon: Why didn't you bring your glasses to watch where your going?
Pat: I didn't need any glasses. Second of all, you're the one that make us trapped into our own house!
Timon: Blame on Stan. He brought in that stupid alarm to trap us in the house the whole day.
Stan: I brought another one to secure the house better. I didn't expect for the alarm to go out of control for trapping us. I'm sorry.
Pumbaa: Maybe there was a glitch put into the machine.
Stan: No it's not. The AI alarm was programed to be a smart looking digital system that can provide all services to take control of. This is where we're trapped in. Our own house!
Pat: Oof, it's getting hot in here. We need to go to the bed to chill out.
Stan: Bed break everybody. We'll discuss more when we get back.
Timon: Oh man, you gotta make it quick.
Pumbaa: I'm dying in this house prison.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan relax in Pat and Stan's bedroom as Pat and Stan relax on the beds with Timon and Pumbaa standing)

Pat: I'm burned out.
Stan: When will we ever get out of this trap hole?
Timon: Relax. You got a nice room for yourself. Look at the portraits. Wow, they look like a work of art like a lion rocking in a concert with this one close up.
Pumbaa: I thought you guys sleep in the masters' bedroom.
Pat: We don't have a masters' bedroom.
Stan: Not all houses have a masters' bedroom you know. Take small houses for example like trailer homes.
Pumbaa: Or an apartment. The ones that stick into the building.
Timon: I'll rather sleep under a hole.
Pumbaa: I thought you stopped digging tunnels since you moved.
Timon: We quit digging. But we dig through mud to look for more grubs like worms and gummy-like slugs.
Pat: Are we going to give up or what?
Stan: We can't give up just yet. We're still stuck in the house.
Timon: Like we got nothing to do.
Pat: This is like being on a Grand Hotel all over again.
Stan: I hate being stuck at home.
Pat: *scream* I had enough!
Timon: I can't believe we lost track of time today. We all should have gone outside by now if it weren't for this dumb lockdown.
Pumbaa: We didn't even start vacation yet.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Time for feedback. How well are you doing today in the house?
Timon: Lame.
Pumbaa: It was horrible!
Pat: Pumbaa was right! You trap us all in for no stupid reason. I was grabbing a banana off the fridge when you lock us all in!
Stan: High-Tech, please let us out. We didn't mean to harm. We have a vacation to go to and our anniversary is ruined all because of your deadly trap! Just let us go, please!
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Uh, you have no way out. I'm sorry, you have two thieves in your house that caused the trap on you. You probably would have to wait a year to get out of this trap on your own.
Stan: A year?! We'll be dead by then.
Timon: Oh no. I'm going to miss out on Simba getting old, Kion becoming prince and Kiara becoming princess! Help me out! I'm sensitive.
Pumbaa: I'm gonna starve the whole year.
Pat: No no no! How are we going to watch all the new movies in the theaters or buy new games in the stores, unless we buy some games digitally since the future is streaming and digital.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* There is no need to worry about the future. Go ahead and play a board game or something. You'll feel better after all the whining and complaining you caused in the house today.
Timon: You want us to play a board game? Give me a break.
Pumbaa: Bored games? Why would we be bored with games?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Not bored games. Board games. Games you play on a board like playing on the table.
Timon: Ah. Now you're talking.
Pat: Yeah. Something good that came out of lockdown.
Stan: I'm up to play.
Timon: Ooh, who's going to win that dice of six?
Pumbaa: What are those games about?
Pat: You never played board games? They're so much fun to play. You'll have a board with items and a dice to roll to keep the game going.
Stan: You gotta move your pieces. That's how you move from space to space like using a map to find a treasure chest on a pirate's quest.
Timon: It's the first time hearing about these fad things. But how do like play them?
Pat: Follow us to the living room and i'll show you.

(At the living room, Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan check in the drawers to look for board games to pick)

Timon: You guys have a lot of board games. We wouldn't play all of them in one day.
Pumbaa: Ooh, let's play Hungry Hungry Meerkats.
Stan: What? That's for babies. Who wanna play a game where you like move the mouth and eat up the dots? That's silly. Let's play something serious like big kids always do in the 90s.
Timon: If you say it's for babies, why do you still own it?
Stan: Eh, we're thinking about selling it when we open up our garage sale for next year in March.
Pumbaa: The Treasure of Pit and Mortimer. Let's play that.
Pat: Ooh, spicy. I wouldn't play that if i was blowing my mind with the treasure stuff.
Stan: Food Land? Nah, i'm giving it a hard pass.
Timon: Are You Smarter Than a Seventh Grader. Who wanna play that to go smart like a genius?
Pat: Oh, it's a funny game. We have to answer all the questions regarding on everyone's school life.
Stan: Then we moved on playing new games like Who Want to be King of the Jungle.
Timon: Well i am the king of the jungle.
Pumbaa: No you're not. Simba is the king of the jungle.
Timon: How is he the king of the jungle? He's the king of rocks, look at him roaring in the peak of Pride Rock where he see all of his animals cheering for him.
Pat: That's because, he's the king of Africa, the land of the savanna.
Stan: Like being the king of the tropical islands, like the Tiki gods.
Timon: Ooh, i see the board game in grey.
Pat: "Where in the World is Ramon Florida?" you mean?
Timon: No. The other one. It's sitting next to the rest of the board games.
Pat: Let me see. *take the grey board game out* Ah, it's Shoots and Ladders.
Timon: Shoots and Ladders? I don't know what that is.
Pat: You just picked it up. This is the game we're playing.
Timon: We're playing Shoots and Ladders? Give me a chance.
Pumbaa: I'm in.
Pat: If we're going to play Shoots and Ladders, then we're going to play the board game right away.
Stan: Sweet. Place it on the table where we can play.
Pat: *place Shoots and Ladders on the table* Okay. Let's set it all up.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan set up "Shoots and Ladders" on the table as they set up the board as the dices and blocks are together with the cards added in)

Timon: Woo. That is one big board game over here. Can fit the whole table.
Pumbaa: How do we play the game while standing?
Pat: Um, i'm going to bring the bean bags over and we'll play.
Stan: There is no need to stand for minutes like standing like a statue placed on Ancient Egypt.
Pat: *place two bean bags together on the table* There. Now one of you guys can sit while we set up "Shoots and Ladders".
Timon: Okay. Time to set up this big bambino of a board game.
Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata. *set up the board game with his friends as he point out on the cards* Hey, who add in the little papers on the game?
Pat: Those are cards. Every time you roll the dice, you move each space when you land on one of the special spaces when you pick a card on if you're lucky or not to go for another turn.
Pumbaa: What are they used for? Trading cards?
Stan: It's just game cards. You grab them and see if you go for another roll, another space or you get nothing. That's how the game works.
Timon: Rules are rules my friend.
Pumbaa: How do we roll the dice?
Pat: It's simple. You just roll the dice and throw it on the board to see the numbers on how many you can get.
Stan: We got two dices so no one in this game can get one space to move at a time.
Timon: No one in this game get one space.
Pat: Or else you can dream about getting 10 spaces like a dream horse. *act like a horse*
Timon: Anyone can be a horse to ride with someone riding you back.
Stan: The game is all set up and let's play.
Timon: Wait, we need the pieces to play.
Pumbaa: There's a lot of pieces to pick. Which ones can we choose?
Timon: Uh, i choose the red piece.
Pumbaa: The orange piece.
Pat: The pink piece. Nah, that's for girls. I'll choose blue.
Stan: Green is a good color on me. I'll go with green.
Timon: We got our pieces. You know how it works. Let's start the game.
Pumbaa: Okay. It's time to start the longest board game in the world.
Everyone: *set up the game as they start playing with Timon holding the dices*
Timon: Okay, who wanna go first?
Pumbaa: You should go first. You're the brains.
Timon: I'm the brains? Then i go first. *roll the dices on the board* Six. *move his piece six spaces*
Pumbaa: I'm going in. *roll the dices on the board* Two? Aw.
Timon: Better luck next time Pumbaa.
Pumbaa: *move his piece two spaces* I'm a bummer.
Timon: No you're not Pumbaa. It's your first try.
Pat: I'm next. *roll the dices on the board* Seven. Eh, not bad. *move his piece seven spaces* Ooh, i get a special card.
Stan: Every special piece with you a special card like a fortune paper in the fortune cookie.
Pat: *take the card out and read it* Okay. "You see the future and see what you wished for. You will have good luck in you in the next few days." Yee hee. I'm going to get good luck!
Stan: Lucky hippo. Let the dog roll the dices. *roll the dices on the board* Eight. I'm top dog. *move his piece eight spaces*
Timon: Now it's my turn. *roll the dices on the board* Four. *move his piece four spaces* You're next Pumbaa.
Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata. *roll the dices on the board* Ten. *move his piece ten spaces*
Pat: Nice space of movement Pumbaa. Here i go again. *roll the dice on the board* Nine. *move his piece nine spaces* Oh, i'm going up the laddar! *move his piece up to the ladder* Yes. I'm ahead.
Stan: Wait til' i'm on the line. *roll the dices on the board* Eleven! Close enough to get the highest number of spaces. *move his piece eleven spaces* Going up the ladder. *move his piece up to the ladder*
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Pat and Stan went up the hill.
Pat: Hey there mystery voice guy. We're just in the middle of playing. You wanna join?
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I'm sorry. I am just a little AI program made to keep control of everything. I can't move my arms or legs, or anything in the air. I'll watch you play.
Timon: Wait til' i get the biggest amount of spaces to win this goal.
Pumbaa: I'm going to win this game.
Timon: I almost beat Simba on the Snail Slurping Contest back at the jungle. Now i need to win this longest board game of all!
Pat: Let's see what you're made of.
Stan: Cow-a-boo-yah!

(The background song "Can't Keep Holding On" by Second Image plays as Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan continue to move their pieces and spaces to reach the goal)

Timon: *read the card* "Move up one space." Extra space for me! *move his piece up to one space*
Pumbaa: *read the card* "Move down two spaces* What the? What did i do to deserve this? I got bad luck. *move his piece down two spaces*
Pat: Everyone get bad luck Pumbaa. Like we always do. *roll the dices on the board* Twelfth!
Stan: Oh, you got the lucky number.
Pat: Bingo wingo! *move his piece twelfth spaces* Yes! Yes! Yes! I am a millionaire! *read the card* "One day, you will be a free man with a new life and job." This give me high hopes on getting out of this heck of a trap we're living in.
Stan: In our own house, we're breaking out soon. *roll the dices on the board* One space?
Pat: Ha!
Stan: I mean three! Gotcha!
Pat: D'oh!
Stan: *move his piece three spaces* You won't believe it. *read the card* "Move your space to the ladder closer to you." Oh, i get to go up the ladder this time. *move his piece to the ladder* Piece of bone.
Timon: Let's go for a living.
Everyone: *Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan continue playing as they go up more spaces from more spaces*
Timon: Goal!
Pumbaa: Ohhhhh!!!!
Pat: Plus-a-tata.
Stan: The holy bunga-binga.
Timon: Yes! We're going to rock this game like a jackpot machine.
Pat: You mean a bingo machine.
Timon: Bingo machine. Whatever.

(The gang move their pieces to the same space together with only twelfth more spaces left to win the game. The background song end as the gang look at each other to see who will win the longest board game ever.)

Timon: Oh lord. Twelfth more spaces and we're done for.
Pumbaa: It's not the end of the world. It's almost the end of the game!
Pat: Twelfth more spaces! *gulp* Aw man, i feel like i'm gonna lose the game.
Stan: Beat me out of this. I can't take it any longer. Oh.
Timon: Are you pooping or what?
Stan: No. I'm not in the bathroom.
Timon: I can't believe it's my turn. I'm not gonna make it to the end. I'm gonna lose.
Pumbaa: Timon, you just tried your best to win. That's how we end our spaces whoever the winner is.
Pat: You're turn Timon. It gotta be you.
Timon: No. I can't play. How about you go first Pat.
Pat: No i cannot. I don't wanna go hyper into losing. Pumbaa you try.
Pumbaa: I'm going to give it a hard pass.
Timon: You can't pass? You gotta go. Stan, why don't you try.
Stan: Nope. Not cheating myself without an order.
Pat: We're playing in order. Timon, you were the first one to go first. Now play.
Timon: *sweating* One, two, three, four.
Pumbaa: Timon, you can't cheat. You're counting the numbers in order.
Timon: I can't do it.
Pat: Why don't we throw the game away and go to sleep already?
Stan: Alright! Enough! Let's play our last turns in backwards.
Timon: You're not acting serious, are you Stan?
Stan: No course not. I found the game for you.
Pat: I thought it was me all along.
Stan: Okay. There it goes for nothing. *roll the dices on the board* Ouch! Ten spaces! Better luck next time. *move his piece ten spaces*
Pat: It is the moment you all have been waiting for. Unleash the twelfth! *roll the dices on the board* Ahhhh!!!!! Not seven.
Pumbaa: Ha! You predict it all wrong.
Pat: No! How could you dices! Let's roll it again.
Timon: No Pat. You can't roll again after you roll. That's not how a board game works.
Pat: Fine. I accept defeat. *move his piece seven spaces*
Pumbaa: This better be a good space. Come on, give me some pressure, not peer pressure. *roll the dices on the board* One?! ONE?!
Timon: Pumbaa, please don't.
Pumbaa: *smash the board* Darn it! *move his piece one space* Timon, it's your turn. It's the end of the road.
Timon: First of all, you can roll again if i lose the game. Okay, i need to prepare my biggest goal. *roll the dices on his hands*
Pumbaa: Come on Timon, you can do it.
Pat: Do it for the world.
Stan: You got the power.
Timon: Give me twelfth, give me twelfth.
Pumbaa, Pat and Stan: Timon! Timon! Timon! Timon!
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Bon voyage Timon. It's your last chance or else, i'm rolling it for you.
Timon: Make me. You want a little roll? *slam the dices on the board* Fine! I quit this stupid game. Done! Good day sir.
Pumbaa: Oh! You got twelfth.
Timon: I'm dreaming. Pack up the game.
Pat: *move Timon's head to the dices, making it twelfth* You got it. It's the lucky number you needed to win.
Timon: Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally! Am i dreaming? Yes! I won, i won, i won! *move his piece twelfth spaces, reaching to the goal and ending the game* Hakuna Matata!
Pumbaa: Yay! You won!
Pat: Congratulations Timon.
Stan: You won Shoots and Ladders.
Timon: *bow* Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much! I am the winner of Shoots and Ladders! I am the newest champion of the year!
Pumbaa: You're going to the hall of fame!
Timon: *singing* Standing in the Hall of Fame.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Ho ho ho, is it the little meerkat who won the game. Congratulations.
Timon: You are welcome Mr. High-Tech!
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Thank you for playing the board game. I am very proud of all of you guys who participate on playing with a whole bunch of animals.
Pat: We're the only ones playing.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* He he he, i love you all.
Stan: I never trust you, but you better get our respect from us.
Timon: Yeah, yeah, boom! *make firework noises* Boom!
Pumbaa: Firing like the 4th of July.
Pat: Only in America. *giggle*
Timon: Uh huh, oh yeah. I'm the winner. You go Timon. Uh!
Pumbaa: Yeah, ha ha. We should have gotten second place by now. *yawning*
Timon: Pumbaa, are you okay? Do you need a cup of coffee or a piece of sandwich?
Pumbaa: Man, i'm tired.
Timon: Yep. *stretch his arms* That's the end of the day.
Pat: What's time it is?
Stan: *look at the clock* Oi. It's already night time by now. It's like ten in the dark. Let's wrap it all up.
Timon: Good game you guys. You all worked hard to win this big of a milestone.
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You guys played so hard to win. Like winners, like losers.

(The gang put the game away on the board as they put it back in the drawer of the living room. Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan are getting ready to go to sleep as Timon and Pumbaa are about to sleep in the attic with the sleeping bags set up.)

Timon: Same room, same bed.
Pumbaa: The bad thing is, we're still stuck inside.
Pat: Don't worry furry friends, we'll get out of this trap tomorrow in the morning.
Stan: We hope we can get out of this household before one of us get electrocuted and die.
Timon: I don't wanna get electrocuted for myself.
Pumbaa: Me neither.
Pat: Get some rest guys. Tomorrow, you will all be up and ready to go.
Timon: Goodnight you funny guys.
Pumbaa: Sweet dreams.
Pat: Adios. *he and Stan walk downstairs to their bedroom*
Timon: Pumbaa, i really miss home.
Pumbaa: Me too. We're stuck on this big lockdown and we can't do anything about it.
Timon: I hope we can survive the next few days on being on this deadly trap of a house.
Pumbaa: I'm telling you man. It's not going to get any better than moving to several places during our search for our dream home.
Timon: In the meantime, we're going to get some rest for tomorrow morning. Goodnight Pumbaa.
Pumbaa: Goodnight Timon, don't let the bed bugs bite.
Timon: No bugs on the bed tonight. *sleep with Pumbaa*

(Pat and Stan are in their bedroom, getting ready to sleep on their own beds)

Pat: I feel like we're missing out on Tropical Superior.
Stan: Pat, we'll be out of here by tomorrow.
Pat: We better get out of this house before something bad can happen to us.
Stan: This is the first time in history that we didn't see the Moon for ourselves.
Pat: Nor the night. Gosh, we're missing out on everything.
Stan: Didn't you tell Stuart to water the grass while we're gone?
Pat: Um, no. I didn't ask to do it.
Stan: Oh, Pat. We can't stay here forever. We need help.
Pat: We'll find more help in the morning after breakfast.
Stan: We'll see about that wise guy.
Pat: Until then, goodnight Stan. *sleep*
Stan: Don't you wanna be ya. *sleep*
High-Tech Alarm: *voice* The four little fellows sleep tonight like the lion. Goodnight. No zaps and viruses will effect you in your sleep. Ha ha ha.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan sleep for the night on their first day being on lockdown in the house)

THE END

Trivia[]

The title of the episode influence The Simpsons short "The Longest Daycare".

The Longest Board Game Ever

Information
Title	The Longest Board Game Ever
Season	1
Episode	2
Air Date	March 18, 2021

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