Timon and Pumbaa meets Pat & Stan 3 (Chapter 8)

Chapter 8 is the eighth chapter of Timon and Pumbaa meets Pat & Stan 3 written by MarioFan65.

This chapter is called "The Big Games".

Plot[]

(Back at the King's castle, the King of Pluto is at the table, eating some steak with his guards)

King of Pluto: This lunch is actually good. You guys should deserve credit for making this delicious dish.
Alien Guard #1: All hail the meat.
Alien Guard #2: We shouldn't have kill the animals first.
King of Pluto: No no. They're now in the Gladiator games.
Alien Guard #2: What?
Alien Guard #3: That's crazy.
King of Pluto: Yeah yeah. They're a part of it. The bigger they get, the higher they will grow.
Alien Guard #4: Are they going to compete?
King of Pluto: They have a lot of aliens coming over to compete each other with the animals.
Alien Guard #5: That's big.
Alien Guard #6: That's one hand cookin' of a team.
King of Pluto: We're a small planet. No animal is leaving behind, ever.
Alien Boss: King, your daughter is doing okay. She is feeling a lot better at the clinic room.
King of Pluto: The princess! I'll be back and save my food for me.
Alien Boss: I'll keep an eye on the food.
Alien Guard #1: Oh boy, yummy steak here we go.
Alien Boss: Don't touch!
Alien Guard #1: Sorry.
King of Pluto: Don't even think about it.
Alien Boss: So boys, does anyone want a drink of coconut juice?

(At the clinic, the King of Pluto show up to see the Princess laying on the bed with a few alien doctors checking on her health on screen)

King of Pluto: Princess.
Princess: King.
King of Pluto: You're alright.
Alien Doctor #1: King, it seems that the princess is almost 100% full.
Alien Doctor #2: The Gladiator games are about to start now.
King of Pluto: My friends, look how healthy my daughter is. She's about ready to stand on two legs again. I should be heading to make an announcement to all the fighters in the world.
Alien Doctor #1: Do you need any medicine from her?
King of Pluto: No thank you. She is about full. She may get up anytime she wish.
Alien Doctor #3: Just do your thing while we take care of it.
King of Pluto: Gladiator games here we go.

(Back at the training zone, Timon, Pumbaa, Pat, Stan, Simba, Bunga and Emily are chilling out in the floating seats)

Timon: This thing look good on me.
Bunga: The seats are pretty bumpy.
Stan: They're not bumpy. They're just seats.
Pat: They float like magic carpets.
Stan: Like in the story of arabian nights?
Pat: Yeah. More like arabian dreams.
Emily: I am a genie and i will grant your wishes!
Pat: Ha ha, very funny Emily. I wish we had a actual genie in wish we can get the heck out of this planet.
Simba: Me too. So i can rule the Pride Lands forever and ever.
Timon: Uh, Simba. You can't live forever and we can't live for that long.
Simba: What?
Pat: Unless you ate a 1-Up Mushroom. That's all.
Stan: Stop talking about video games Pat and focus on the plan!
Pat: Ooh, right. We have the Gladiator games coming up.
Bunga: Have we trained as much we first came to the planet?
Timon: The first time we came here is where the Gladiator is starting. That was the strangest introduction to the aliens of all of the places we have been to.
Pumbaa: Like Pride Rock?
Timon: Yes. You farted on the day of Simba's presentation.
Simba: I see what you guys did. I see the smell and i saw you guys there. Ah ha! I know who you guys are.
Timon: Are we really in trouble?
Simba: No. That big blast of a gas was hilarious to come right out of my presentation.
Stan: I remember on Pat's six birthday when a fat pig farted at the pool and everyone get off the pool like crazy.
Pat: This guy was a fart master. But always screw up in middle school.
Bunga: Man, he's weird.
Pat: He was weird. He also screw up in high school too.
Timon: That birthday of yours was a bummer and snoozer.
Pat: Uh huh, never ever making a friend with a fart master ever again.
Timon: Pumbaa, are you going to be a fart master?
Pumbaa: Nope.
Timon: Good. If you farted on one of these spaceships, we're all gonna crash to death.
Pumbaa: We tried looking for a bathroom. But this planet stinks!
Simba: What if we skip the Gladiator games and get the heck out of this planet in no time.
Timon: We can't The games start in less than a minute.
Pat: Are you sure?
Timon: Yes. I'm telling you about this.
Pumbaa: This is going to be a bumpy game for us.
Bunga: I'm ready for it.
Emily: Me too.
Simba: Fine. Always need to know when to start a new game.
King of Pluto: Hello my friends, just checking on how the training go?
Timon: We're ready master.
Pumbaa: We trained so hard to get prepared for the games.
Timon: I'm so pumped up.
King of Pluto: Follow me. We're about to get started.
Pat: Oh yeah, it's game time.
Stan: I wonder how about people are going to be into the games?

(At the ring of the Gladiator games, many aliens are seen, being prepared for the tournament as the audiences are there, cheering for the people competing in the games)

Timon: Wow.
Simba: There's so many of them.
Pat: This is going to be a wild blast from the top.
Stan: Well well well, this is going to be a real tournament.
King of Pluto: I must go into the top. *throw the teleporter case to warp into the top*
Bunga: Wow, i didn't know he can teleport.
King of Pluto: Ladies and gentleman. Welcome to the actual annual of the Gladiator games.
Everyone: *cheer and clap*
Timon: Hey hey hey, they're cheering for us.
Pat: I thought we did something bad when we first escaped the planet.
Stan: What lead behind them?
King of Pluto: Alright, we got all the contestants going and running for the tournament. One person is going to win the prize and be crowned as the next king of Pluto.
Timon: Ooh, someone is going to be the next king of Pluto. I hope it's me.
Simba: What? No. We are suppose to leave when we get a chance to win the award.
Timon: When i'm king, i get to rule any planet i want.
Pumbaa: What about going back to the jungle?
Timon: The jungle will be ours. We can rule over it than my Uncle Max.
Bunga: You gotta be kidding me.
King of Pluto: May the very best of the competitors show up on stage please.

(The alien fighters show up with their strong muscles as everyone cheers)

Emily: Man, they're big.
Pat: Big like a mountain in Alaska.
Bunga: UnBungalievable!
King of Pluto: Those past champions are back to battle with these new beginners. Will they face to face in touch with the battles?
Simba: I believe so.
King of Pluto: Alright. Let the games begin!
Everyone: *cheers*
King of Pluto: First up, the race track.
Timon: The race track is the first thing in the Gladiator games?
Pumbaa: We're right. We're going to be racing cars in the games.
King of Pluto: Bring in the cars!

(The cars drop to the ground as a race track is open on the ground)

Pat: Check this race track out.
Stan: Look like a go-kart racing track to me.
Bunga: That's a lot of bonkers.
King of Pluto: Get into your karts.
Simba: Wait, those aren't mini spaceships.
Timon: Hey king, why didn't you use the floating ships for the race?
King of Pluto: The floating cars i have are for training. Don't you know science?
Timon: What a relief.
King of Pluto: Okay aliens and animals, start your engines.
Timon: Time to get into the game.
Pumbaa: I got my kart ready.
Simba: Alright, time to drive.
Pat: No. Not yet.
Stan: Wait.
Simba: What does wait has to mean?
Pat: Just wait before we race together.
Stan: Wait means patience.
Simba: No matter what, i'm ready to race.
Pat: Stop!
Stan: Not without the green light.
Simba: Green light? What green light?
Pat: Oh my god, you're so dumb.
Stan: You're the king of Pride Rock and you don't know anything about knowledge?
Simba: First of all, we Pridelanders do not know anything about your world!
Pat: Jeez, okay. Never mind then.
Stan: What a rip-off.
King of Pluto: Are your marks, get ready, GO!

(The racers started driving in the race track)

Timon: Ha ha ha, i'm first.
Pat: Where are the items?
Stan: You think it's a kiddy go-kart race? This is a serious race!
Pat: No items, no win for me.
Stan: Just drive like a man!
Pat: Fine, but you will take your chance by beating a bunch of aliens that we don't know.
One-Eyed Red Alien: Up to the loop!
Pat: Loop? What loop?

(The racers go around in a loop on the track)

Pat: Whoa! What is happening? Why are we doing this?
Stan: This is part of the race. This is what go-kart races are for.
Timon: We go around and around!
Simba: What is this point of this race?
Pat: We will go in laps.
Simba: Go in laps?!
Pat: There are three laps in a go-kart race. Sometimes in five.
Simba: What if you make a lap?
Pat: The black and white squares is the line to pass a lap to go to the next one.
Simba: I see what you mean.
Timon: Back on ground!
Simba: Whoa.
Emily: Crazy race, huh?
Bunga: That was wild.
Timon: Zoom zoom. Gotta speed fast.
Blue Four-Eyed Alien: No one can beat my race time!
Pat: He pass my place! Gotta get first again.
Timon: Not so fast hippo.
Pat: Stop cheating.
Stan: Look behind you!
Green Alien: Coming right up!
Timon: He just pass by me. Stop right there.
Green Alien: Uh oh, gotta speed up.
Simba: *speed up fast* Not without the king's place.
Pat: *speed up fast* Fast touch, here come the hippo!
Blue Four-Eyed Alien: Fast and Furious.
King of Pluto: Now we are in lap 2. Who can take on the grand prize?
Timon: Lap 2. Here we go.
Pumbaa: I'm going to beat you.
Stan: I can't be in last! I must be in first place!
Pat: We're fighting over first place? It can't be. I'm going to be in first place first.
Emily: Don't leave me behind.
King of Pluto: We're going on a roll. Boom!
Simba: *roar at the race* Why aren't these guys scared of lions' roars?
Timon: You just roar. You made them speed up.
Green Alien: I'm going in the line!
Simba: Oops.
Pat: No! No one can beat me in the top of the score. *speed up*
Blue Four-Eyed Alien: Ready or not, here i scare.
Timon: Oh no, not the cheating part.
Stan: Better watch out. The big boys are coming.
Green Alien: Fast speed ahead. *zoom his kart*
Timon: *zoom his kart*
Pat: Wait for me. *zoom his kart*
Stan: What the hold up by zooming your karts fast?
Emily: They're all trying to cheat.
Timon: No cheater can beat me to the level of tracks.
Pumbaa: *fart* Uh oh, i farted.
Timon: Dude.

(The stink gas spread everyone in the race)

King of Pluto: My god, what is that smell? It look like somebody has throw up in the middle of the track!
Everyone: *cover their noses from the smell*
King of Pluto: It's okay everyone. It's just gas. It happen sometimes when someone spread a smell in front of the whole situation.
Timon: You shouldn't even go to the bathroom before we can start the race.
Pumbaa: Once again, i'm sorry.
Timon: Sorry can't help it Pumbaa. It's only a matter when you don't accept the apology quick.
Red Strong Alien: Last place? Huh, i got something for them. *throw a bomb at Timon*
Pumbaa: Timon, watch out!
Timon: Whoa! *speed up fast*

(The bomb explode as three of the alien racers crash into the race, shocking many people in the seats)

King of Pluto: Huh?
Red Strong Alien: Ha ha ha, come to papa.
Pat: Ah! Who brought a bad guy to the tournament?
Red Strong Alien: Take this green boy! *throw purple goo at the green alien*
Green Alien: Ugh, goo?
King of Pluto: Hey! What is this red alien doing by bringing a bunch of weapons to the race?!
Red Strong Alien: This goes to the warthog. *throw a toxic bomb at Pumbaa*
Pumbaa: Come on, zoom in.
Timon: Pumbaa, look behind you!
Pumbaa: Oh bug! *move away from the toxic bomb*
Timon: I hope the race doesn't bomb.

(The toxic bomb explode the track, causing the track to break down the loop by connecting the track pieces together)

Simba: Now this is the harder zone.
Emily: Oh no.
Pat: The track has gotten worse.
Stan: It's not much easier than the loop course.
King of Pluto: We are now in the final lap. Here we go.
Timon: Final lap. It's going to get harder.
Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata, this is going to be a bumpy one.
Emily: Those cheaters are trying to get into the way.
Pat: I'll take care of them.
Stan: There's one coming behind.
Red Strong Alien: Out of the way! That's my place.
Pat: Don't let him reach first place!
Red Strong Alien: Make me a winner! *speed up*
Stan: He's ahead of us!
Simba: Guys, let's speed up.
Timon: Right on. *speed up with his friends*
Pumbaa: *look at the Red Strong Alien* Beat ya.
Red Strong Alien: Grrrr, no one beats my race time.
Timon: It's you and me red guy.
Red Strong Alien: Eat your shorts.
Timon: We don't wear pants in our world. See ya. *speed up*
Red Strong Alien: You cheat my lap! I'm going to bump you out!
Timon: Try to get ahead of me.
Simba: We need to get this alien off the track.
Bunga: Oh look, we got more coming in.
Pat: And they cheat like the red strong one?
Green Alien: Coming through.
Blue Alien: Out of the way, cowards.
Purple Alien: Weeeeee.
Blue Four-Eyed Alien: Woo hoo!
Emily: I think we're all gonna lose.
Stan: Let's drive fast to reach the finish line. *drive fast*
Pat: We'll call it a trap. *drive fast*

(Timon and the gang drive fast to get away from the red strong alien)

Red Strong Alien: You cannot drift my speed away!
Timon: We're almost to the finish line. So you won't get first place, fatty.
Red Strong Alien: *slap Timon*
Timon: Whoa. *spin the kart around*
King of Pluto: Oh no, it's a race, and now it's a fight!
Red Strong Alien: Ha ha ha ha ha. First place is mine.
Timon: I cannot give up, i cannot give up, i am a hero and i need to win the race! *drive fast*
Red Strong Alien: Say hello to my little friend. *throw a TNT bomb in the track*
Timon: What the?
Pumbaa: The bomb!
Simba: Move out of the way.
Bunga: Another weapon?
Pat: We're all meat!
Stan: It's just a bomb!
Red Alien: Bomb on the loose!
Blue Alien: Get this thing out of the race!
Purple Alien: We'll be dead in minutes.
Stan: We need to stop the bomb and get it out of the race!
Pat: It could blow up the whole stadium in a few seconds.
Emily: How can we push it out?
Stan: Ooh, i know. *press the button to have the robotic hands pop up and push the TNT bomb out*
Pat: Whoa, how can your kart has a robotic hand?
Stan: Trust me, there's a secret hand inside of every button.
Simba: Everyone, get the TNT bomb off the race!
Red Alien: *grab the TNT bomb and throw it to the red strong alien*
Red Strong Alien: *grab the TNT bomb* Ah! Get this thing off me!
Pumbaa: It's gonna blow!
Red Strong Alien: What the juice?!

(The TNT bomb explodes as the racers except the red strong aliens dash over to the explosion and race into the track for the finish line. Timon went to first place as everyone cheer for the racers.)

King of Pluto: What a bomb-out! It seems that Timon is the winner of this racing event!
Everyone: *cheers*
Red Strong Alien: Nooooooooooo! Curse you all! You will all pay for this until next year's Gladiator games!
Timon: I got first place!
Pumbaa: Second place baby!
Pat: Third.
Stan: Fourth.
Simba: Fifth.
Bunga: Sixth.
Emily: And seventh. Tough luck.
Timon: The rest of them are from 8 to 13.
Red Strong Alien: Screw this race!
King of Pluto: Congratulations to all of my winners of the race competition. Get a drink of water and be prepared for the next game.
Simba: One is out and it's him.
Red Strong Alien: *cry like a baby*
Stan: Wah, he can't win. That's what he get when he try to throw a bomb on us.
Pat: He couldn't have bombed the whole planet up.

(At the training area, the animals are gearing up for the next game of the Gladiator games)

Timon: The next one is going to be a fighting one.
Pumbaa: I can still stand.
Pat: Of course you can stand Pat.
Stan: Are you a steak or a meat?
Pumbaa: I'm a pig.
Stan: Then you're a warthog.
Pumbaa: Oh, Hakuna Matata.
Simba: Are we going to use the sticks for the fight?
Timon: Yes. Remember when we trained with the sticks? That is what the battle is gonna be.
Emily: Even these guys get to gear up.
Bunga: Then gear up for yourself.
Emily: I am ready.
Timon: These sticks are looking good.
Pumbaa: I wonder what person i am going to fight with.
Timon: We got a lot of fighters to battle with. We'll find out about this.
King of Pluto: *on speaker* Attention all competitors, the ring is all clear and set. Please report to the king.
Timon: It is time.
Pumbaa: I'm pumped up.
Simba: Well this is it. The next match is about to come.
Bunga: Zuka Zama.
Pat: I knew it was going to be the fighting one.

(Outside, every competitor got on the fighting ring as the King of Pluto make an announcement)

King of Pluto: Okay, we are back with more action and excitement.
Everyone: *cheers*
Emily: This is a fighting ring?
Timon: It's shaped as a circle.
Pumbaa: Now what the king got to say.
King of Pluto: Alright, now we're gonna go with the fighting game.
Everyone: *cheers*
Bunga: Oh yeah, that's what we're talking about.
King of Pluto: This is the Battle Arena. You will use your big sticks to hit against the fighter. If one of them out of the ring, you're out. First person off the ring is out of the touranament. Be the very best fighter that you can be and always remember, no swearing.
Pat: Ooh, who's going to swear in front of a fight.
Stan: No one curses in the Gladiator games.
Emily: Blah blah blah, let's just get this over with.
King of Pluto: You must move your sticks to hit the cotton to move the fighter out. Just like a sword fight.

(The Princess show up, surprising all the people in the seats and the fighters in the ring)

King of Pluto: My princess.
Princess: Daddy, it been an honor.
Timon: Hey look, the princess is okay.
Pumbaa: She made it in.
King of Pluto: The princess is okay everyone. We can all cheer for her return.
Everyone: *cheers*
Timon: *blow a kiss on the princess*
Pumbaa: Really Timon?
Timon: She's the princess, i wanted to blow a kiss on her.
Stan: Ugh.
King of Pluto: We can now start the fighting game. With all that said, let's clash!

(The game sound beeps as the animals and aliens clash with the sticks)

Timon: *fight Pumbaa* You and me pal.
Pumbaa: Training is for the own good.
Simba: *bite the stick to fight Bunga* This game is not easy for a four footer.
Bunga: *fight Bunga* Just act like one. Pumbaa stand and use his hands to fight Timon.
Simba: He doesn't even have hands. He has feet.
Pumbaa: Yeah, come on.
Timon: This is a very serious battle.
Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata!
Timon: Pumbaa, look. There's a big flying grub in the sky.
Pumbaa: Grub, where?
Timon: *hit Pumbaa*
Pumbaa: Hey.
Timon: Gotcha.
Pumbaa: I'm going to get you for this.
Timon: Over here buddy.
Pat: *fight Stan* This is so much fun.
Stan: It's not fun. It's a serious fight.
Pat: Why every fight has to be so serious?
Stan: It's just what a fight is Pat.
Pat: I know what it is. *hit Stan*
Stan: Ow, what did you hit me for?
Pat: It's just a game, duh.
Stan: I hate when we have to fight our friends during a stick battle.
Pat: Come on, just fight already.
Stan: I'm going to kick you out of the ring!
Pat: I'll make you big dog.
Stan: Bring it on big hippo.
Pat: *fight Stan with the sticks*
Stan: You're not fast for nothing Pat.
Pat: Get over here!
Stan: You better not throw me off the ring!
Bunga: *fight Emily* I got you first.
Emily: *fight Bunga* I got you second.
Bunga: This is a easy fight.
Emily: They look like lightsabers, do they?
Bunga: No they don't.
Emily: Just swords alright.
Bunga: You're fast for nothing.
Emily: This game is so good.
Bunga: Zuka Zama!

(The aliens are still fighting with the sticks as Timon try to push Pumbaa out of the ring)

Timon: Hit me, if you dare.
Pumbaa: You can't kick me out.
Timon: Oh yes i will. You have no chance on beating me.
Pumbaa: *push Timon* I did it.
Timon: Are you kidding me?
Pumbaa: Oh yeah, i'm in the head of the game.
Timon: Now what? You almost made me fail.
Pumbaa: You can't win.
Timon: *roll over* Nothing can stop me like a house of cards.

(Most of the aliens got kicked out of the ring as the red alien is the last one left as he hit Emily out of the ring)

Bunga: Emily!
Red Alien: He he he, it's you and me honey badger.
Bunga: You can't do this to Emily!
Red Alien: She is out already. No one is going to save your fur away.
Bunga: You're mean! *hit the red alien out of the ring*
Red Alien: *land on the ground* No! I'm one of them.
Blue Alien: You're out.
Red Alien: Shut up.
Everyone: *cheers*
King of Pluto: Yeah! The game is fighting strong. Only a few more people left and one person will win the match!
Timon: Ooh, it gotta be me.
Simba: *hit Timon* Not so fast.
Timon: Hey, you almost threw me off like a water slide.
Pat: I need to win.
Stan: *hit Pat* This isn't a kart race. We already race on one.
Pat: *hit Stan* Not til you learn your manners to not scream like a elder.
Stan: I hope you get eliminated off the ring.
Bunga: *hit Stan off the ring* Gotcha.
Stan: *land on the ground* Why you little sniff.
Pat: Ooh, he almost cursed.
Bunga: *hit Pat off the ring* Got you too.
Pat: *land on the ground* What the? I wasn't watching.
Stan: Ah ha. Now you're out.
Pat: Shame on you.

(Timon, Pumbaa, Simba and Bunga are the only ones left on the ring)

Simba: Who's going to hit now?
Bunga: You know i am.
Timon: We can't do this. We gotta get out of here.
Pumbaa: This is the endgame now. You know what's left to lose a bunch of friends in the ring.
Timon: Hey King, cancel the game now! We need to get home quickly to check on our Ma and Uncle Max!
King of Pluto: No excuses! This is your chance to beat these boys now.
Timon: What? You're not canceling the game?
Simba: We started it like a minute ago.
Bunga: It only lasted like two minutes, duh.
Simba: *hit Bunga off the ring* Hakuna Matata.
Bunga: *land on the ground* Hey.
Stan: Ha ha ha.
Emily: *bite Stan's hand*
Stan: Ouch! Are you a fox or something like that.
Emily: That's rude.
King of Pluto: Now we got three left! Who will be the two to get out and one to win the match.
Timon: This is my only chance to win.
Simba: I must do this.
Pumbaa: Ready or not, here i fight! *hit Timon and Simba*
Simba: *hit Timon and Pumbaa*
Timon: *hit Simba and Pumbaa*
Pumbaa: Whoa, easy stepping, easy stepping. *fall off the ring* Timon!
Timon: No helps during a fight.
Pumbaa: *land on the ground and farted in front of the out people*
Everyone: Ew.
Stan: Man, that is nasty Pumbaa.
Pat: *giggle*
Pumbaa: Oh brother. I knew this planet still don't have a rest stop.

(Timon and Simba are the last two left on the ring.

Timon: This is it. It's you and me Simba.
Simba: I got my eye on you.
Timon: I only have a few chores to do after i get home.
Simba: Whatever you're ready.
King of Pluto: This is it. The last two are about to clash into a fight. Whoever get knocked is the winner.
Simba: This is for my family! *fight Timon*
Timon: *hit Simba*
Simba: This stick is pretty hard for a four footer. *hit Timon*
Timon: Dude. *hit Simba*
Simba: Watch it sword boy.
Timon: They're not swords, they're sticks. *hit Simba*
Simba: Oh, you're making me really upset right now. *hit Timon*
Timon: Whoa, not the dead end.
Pumbaa: Ooh.
Bunga: Close one.
Timon: Ahhhhh! *hit Simba*
Simba: You hit me too much.
Timon: Feed me, if you dare. But no one touches the tail. *get hit by Simba* Ouch, watch it.
Simba: Now it is my chance to win.
Timon: Please don't fall off, please don't fall of.
Simba: I got the meerkat! *try to hit Timon and grab the ring to prevent from falling* Help! I'm stuck.
Timon: No help Simba. Sorry about that.
Simba: Just give me your hand.
Timon: But my hands are tiny.
King of Pluto: No help! Just get up and fight the contestant.
Simba: Timon, it has been a good game from you.
Timon: A good game for everyone. Look like i'm the winner again.
Simba: *fall off the ring*
Pat and Stan: *use their superpowers to lift Simba to the ground*
Simba: Whoa, you saved me.
Pat: Sure we did.
Stan: I knew our superpowers work in here.
King of Pluto: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new winner. Give it up for Timon!
Everyone: *cheers*
Timon: Graceness for everyone!
Princess: Timon!
Timon: My princess.
King of Pluto: We got a few more games to go.
Pat: More games?
Stan: You got to be serious.
Emily: He always win. No fair.
Simba: We will win a match. No worries after all.
Pumbaa: *annoyed* Kahuna Potato.

(At the training room, Timon and the animals got out of the showers to clean themselves with a towel)

Pat: Why do i always lose in competitions?
Stan: Cause you fail at it. You lose, you snooze.
Pat: Next time, i am going to win.
Emily: We got two matches done. 8 more to go.
Timon: We got a lot of aliens in our team. Most of them are going to lose in the final frontier.
Simba: This feel so good to be still.
Pat: Always in fit.
Stan: Gotta fight strong, gotta fight fast.
Timon: Being fit is what being in good health is.
Pumbaa: Am i healthy?
Timon: No Pumbaa. You're overweight and you fart alot just like you did in your own home.
Pumbaa: What? Why?
Timon: Stan is fit and he is very healthy.
Stan: Alright. Now i can eat all the healthy food i want.
Pat: What about me?
Stan: Not you! You caused a lot of trouble today.
Pat: This is why we shouldn't be here in the first place. Such a bunch of screw-ups that don't know how to work together and ruin everything like a beloved franchise.
King of Pluto: Hello again my friends, you are doing great in the Gladiator games. I know some of you guys have lose, but the last place is always out for sure.
Pat: It's the King.
Stan: Ha ha ha, how are we doing today?
King of Pluto: You guys are the best. We got like 8 more games left til the final one.
Timon: I'm up for it.
Pat: Me too.
Simba: Look at all the aliens all trained in preparation for the test.
King of Pluto: I can relate to that.
Stan: Very effective.
King of Pluto: Get ready, the next match starts in a few minutes.
Timon: You know what i like to do.
Simba: Beat up aliens are going into the next match.
Bunga: I heard rumors that the last 7 will be on the last game.
Pumbaa: I hope it's us.
Stan: I doubt one of you guys are going to be out.
Timon and Pumbaa: Out?
Emily: We can't be eliminated. We only have a few games left before we go home.
Simba: If one of you guys won, we can win a spaceship to get ourselves out of the planet for good.
Pat: No disasters, no hate crimes and no threats happening in the planet.
Timon: Like a bing, baba boom.
Simba: Well, well, well, this is it you guys.

(Through the Gladiator games, Timon won the basketball match with one alien eliminated. In the second match, Simba won in track running with another alien eliminated. In the third match, Pumbaa won in swimming with the flappy alien eliminated. In the fourth match, Bunga won in dodgeball with another alien eliminated. Next in the fifth match, Pat won in rock climbing with the deformed alien falling into the ground and getting eliminated. Then in the sixth match, Stan won in target throwing with the small alien eliminated and last in the seventh match, Emily won the maze with the last alien getting eliminated and falling into the pit. After competing in these matches, the animals are in the final match in which they are in the sudden death match which looked like the ring in the fighting match.)

Timon: After all these games, the final match is finally here.
Pumbaa: Oh boy, there's a lot of people in the crowd.
Bunga: Is that the reason why we win and lose without getting last place?
Emily: Not just that, it's always the final game of the Gladiator event.
Pat: Just like the Super Bowl.
Timon: Ooh, the king is back.
King of Pluto: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final event of the Gladiator games!
Everyone: *cheers*
Pat: Woo hoo! Alright.
King of Pluto: This is the final match of the event. This is a all fighting zone. All for one.
Pumbaa: Does that mean we can transform into superheroes?
Timon: No Pumbaa. We have to fight with the planet's own power-ups.
Pumbaa: Aww. We can fight so easy like we did with Brutox two years ago.
King of Pluto: This is the sudden death zone. Fight your friends and see who will be the real winner.
Pat: We have to fight our friendship to the end?
Stan: That's bonkers. We're not doing that.
Bunga: Come on, it's just a game.
Emily: It haven't even started yet.
Simba: Oh i bet it will.
King of Pluto: Get ready for the sudden death. It's battle time.
Everyone: *cheers*

(The alarm sound beeps as the animals start to brawl in the ring)

Timon: *grab Bunga* Gotcha.
Bunga: You can't catch me.
Pumbaa: *fart on Pat*
Pat: *dodge the fart gas* Ha ha, missed me.
Pumbaa: D'oh!
Pat: *grab the stick to hit Stan*
Stan: Hey. *grab the blaster gun to shoot Pat*
Pat: He he he, that's tickles.
Emily: *throw a bomb at Timon*
King of Pluto: Power-ups and items are included.
Simba: *scratch Emily*
Emily: Ow.
Pat: Emily! Why would you do this to her?
Simba: This is the sudden death battle. We have to act like we're competing.
Pat: This is a hate fight for everyone who is watching the fight.
Stan: Stop the fight! There is no need to end our friendship like this.
Everyone: Boo!
Alien Fan #1: Continue the fight!
Alien Fan #2: We want some beat-ups.
Timon: *throw bubble bombs at Simba*
Simba: Hey!
Timon: Bubble fight! *throw bubble bombs at Pumbaa*
Pumbaa: Watch it moron.
Timon: It's Fantasia! *throw bubble bombs at Pat*
Pat: Ooh. Wee. *throw bubble bombs at Stan*
Stan: This isn't entertaining for all of you guys watching!
Bunga: Where are the grubs? We need them to throw.
Timon: No grubs, just fight.
Bunga: Fine. No throwing grubs this time.
Pumbaa: *bump Pat*
Pat: Watch it.
Pumbaa: There goes another. *bump Stan*
Stan: How rude of you.
Pumbaa: Now to the lion!
Simba: *fears*
Pat: What's wrong? Don't you wanna eat me to death?
Simba: *roar at Pumbaa*
Pumbaa: Eek!
Simba: Come here.
Pumbaa: Don't eat me!
Pat: Oh no, this game is getting worse and worse.
Timon: Do you all want something exciting? Come and have some! *transform into a superhero*
Everyone: *shocked*
Pumbaa: What the?
King of Pluto: He transformed! Now he is a superhero with the powers in his body.
Pat: This isn't you guys. You're fighting like you lost your minds.
Timon: Hey, why can't you quit whining and just battle with the arena already.
Pat: What the? How did you transform into one?
Timon: Two words. Common sense.
Pat: I can be one too. *transform into a superhero*
Timon: What the?
Pat: You're trying to cheat, are you?
King of Pluto: Whoa. We got another game changer.
Pat: Ha ha ha. No one can stop me now.
Timon: Copycat!
Pat: *punch and kick Timon*
Timon: *laser on Pat*
Pat: *use a shield to block the laser*
Bunga: Coming right up.
Pat: Take that Taser Meerkat. I am the strongest superhero of all time. *get hit by Bunga* Ow.
Bunga: Gotcha.
Pat: Hey. *get hit by Timon's laser attack*
Timon: Ah ha. You cannot face to face with the eye of the Taser Meerkat.
Pat: Pat-Man never gives up on hope when it come to friends and enemies.
Timon: You have friends fighting together on the ring.
Pat: This look nothing like the ring. It look like a battle zone in a bowl.
Pumbaa: Bowling for soup! *bump Timon*
Timon: *get hit on the glass* Ow.
Pat: Um, the glass is going to crack.
Emily: Oh snap.

(The glass cracks, shocking many people)

Timon: *hold the ring* Whoa, this is like the stick fight.
Pumbaa: Timon is in and out!
Timon: *jump and smash the ground*
Pumbaa: Huh?
Timon: This isn't a battle. It's a death zone of execution.
Simba: I got my Pride Rock battle on you.
Timon: You're going to be my battle buddy.
Simba: This fight gotta stop for nothing.
Stan: But there can be a war for all of us.
Pumbaa: You two are going to get bumped.
Timon: Well bring it on. One of you guys are going to be out.
Stan: *transform into a superhero and blow to Timon*
Timon: Hey, why are you trying to cheat when becoming a superhero?
Stan: Because i can.
Pumbaa: *transform into a superhero* The fight cannot end without Gas-Man.
Timon: Pumbaa, please don't.
Pumbaa: *pass gas in front of the ring*
King of Pluto: Bonkers! Now we can't see the heroes with this smelly gas. Uh oh, cover your noses!
Everyone: *cover their noses from the bad smell*
King of Pluto: This is a pretty bad fight there.
Timon: I can't see a thing. Where are the fighters went?
Pumbaa: *punch Timon*
Timon: Ouch. What was that?
Bunga: Coming through.
Timon: Not again.
Pat: I can't see! My eyes are dropping tears.
Stan: There you are!
Pat: Stan, no.
Stan: Pa! *punch Pat*
Pat: Ouch. You hit my nose.
Stan: I can't see a single thing. *blow the gas out for fresh air*
Timon: Oh man, we can see.
King of Pluto: We can see them and they're alive!
Everyone: *cheers*
Princess: Timon.
Timon: Princess.
Pumbaa: *grab Timon to the ground*
Timon: Pumbaa, no.
Pumbaa: Sorry Timon, this is the chance that i will win the games.
Timon: Let go of me you fart hog. You can't win this tournament for everyone.
Pumbaa: What did you say?
Pat: *grab Pumbaa* Don't even think about it.
Pumbaa: No! That was my chance to beat Timon*
Simba: No! *bump Pat and Pumbaa*
Pat and Pumbaa: *fall off the ring*
King of Pluto: Those two animals are out of the ring! Five more fighters left to go down and one will win the Gladiator games of the year.
Timon: Simba, why?
Simba: This game gotta stop. We need to leave the planet now!
Timon: Not yet. What about the fun and exciting we have gone over to?
Simba: Everything in this fight is just toys!
Timon: Toys? Why?
Stan: They don't look like toys to me.
Emily: But we have guns.
Stan: Guns? No! They're laser guns.
Emily: I got you now. *grab the laser gun*
Stan: Emily, no.
Emily: *shoot at Stan*
Stan: *dodge the laser shots* What is wrong with you guys?
Timon: *kick the laser gun out of the ring* Stupid toy.
Emily: Dude, that was the only weapon i had.
Timon: This is a dangerous fight.
Stan: It's gonna blow you away.
Bunga: Most likely not.
Stan: Oh yes it will.
Timon: *roll and punch Stan*
Stan: Dude!
Timon: Let's end this battle once and for all.
Bunga: Timon, wanna kick me? Come and get me!
Timon: No, i don't wanna hurt you.
Bunga: Zuka Kicka! *kick Timon*
Timon: What's wrong with you?
Bunga: Wanna hit? Here you go. *hit Bunga*
Timon: Ouch.
Stan: *grab Timon*
Timon: Get off me you long nose dog.
Stan: What did you say to me?
Timon: Off your hands!
Stan: You're going to fall and that's final!
Timon: No. Not the end of the ring.
Stan: *throw Timon off the ring* Have a nice loss.
Timon: Float in gravity, float in gravity. *float in gravity* Ah ha.
Pumbaa: What the?
Pat: How can we do that?
Stan: No! Impossible. I thought i was going to win.
Timon: You're out! *fly over and kick Stan off the ring*
Stan: Why you! *land on ground* Ouch.
Pat: Hey Stan.
Stan: Whatever.
Emily: What? You got to be joking.
Timon: You're next! *push Emily off the ring*
Emily: What is wrong with you?! *land*
Stan: What's up.
Emily: I don't wanna talk about it.
Timon: Ha ha ha. I am going to win the match now.
Bunga: We're three playing together.
Simba: Two more left and you guys are out!
Timon: Ha. Who knew a four footer would be fighting with a stander and a flyer.
Simba: Don't mock me! *roar at Timon and Bunga*
Timon: Whoa. That's a very powerful roar than the Roar of the Elders.
Bunga: Look out!
Timon: What the? *get hit by a blaster gun* Ow. *get hit by a baseball, a stick, a ladder, a lion mask, a rock and a diamond* You didn't see the items the first time we came here. *get hit by a box* Ouch. You missed the first time... Then you got them both the second time.
Bunga: Like a ugly meerkat from our jungle?
Timon: That's Iron Joe you fur-brain!
Bunga: Don't close your eyes, don't look away-
Simba: *hit Bunga*
Bunga: Ouch.
Simba: Bunga!
Timon: Oh no, what have you done?
Simba: Go away! Cancel the fight and pack our bags, we're leaving with a new spaceship.
Timon: But we didn't even bring our bags to the planet. The fight isn't over.
Simba: I'm sorry Bunga. It was such a accident.
Bunga: That what friends always do.
Simba: No. This is all wrong. Fighting your friends is wrong!
Everyone: *shocked*
King of Pluto: That makes no sense. Just throw him off.
Alien #1: Do it!
Alien #2: Boo!
Alien #3: This fight sucks!
Simba: Timon, you know the hard way when the first fight started.
Timon: Can we leave now?
Simba: No! Do something to get us all off.
Timon: I got an idea. *fly over and bump into the ring*

(The ring started to crack the ground as the rings started to break apart)

Pat: The rings are falling apart.
Pumbaa: Move back!
Emily: It's the end of the match!
Stan: What have you done?!
King of Pluto: The ring is about to fall. Stand in cover!
Bunga: The ring is going to fall off in a second. Get us out.
Timon: I can't. This is a mistake. What have i done?
Simba: Great Timon. Now you're going to get us all killed. *hold on to the ring with Bunga* How can we stop this thing?
Bunga: It's not a machine. It's a living obstacle.
Simba: No it's not. It's a floating platform!
Bunga: It's going crash where the group is standing on the bottom.
Simba: We're gonna get crushed by those rocks when we fall.
Pat: We'll die, we'll be grass!
Stan: No we're not. We're not even standing on the grass.
Princess: Timon, save your friends!
Simba and Bunga: *fall off the ring, screaming*
Timon: No! Pat, we need some back up.
Pat: Time must stop! *freeze the world expect for Timon*
Timon: *use his gravity powers on Simba and Bunga as he move them down to the group*
Pat: Shazam! *unfreeze time*

(The ring break into rocks as Stan blow them out of the way from hitting the walls as everyone in their seats move back from the rocks hitting into the seats)

Timon: That was edible!
Simba: Wow, i didn't die this time.
Bunga: Sweet.
Stan: That was a very hard fight.
Timon: Sorry for the ring! We can repair a new one for you when we get our new spaceship ready to go.
King of Pluto: No. We aliens can repair it.
Timon: So am i disqualified from the match?
King of Pluto: No. You are extraordinary. You are the most inevitable animal i have seen in my whole entire life.
Timon: Kicking in the suburbs.
Pumbaa: Hey, that's not fair.
King of Pluto: Ladies and gentleman, we have a new winner in the planet. Give it up for Timon!
Everyone: *cheers*
Simba: That's my boy.
Stan: I wish we would never crash on this planet in the first place.
Bunga: But he collapsed the whole ring.
Pat: Leave it to him.
Timon: Yeah! I am the new champion of the Gladiator games!
King of Pluto: We got a very special ceremony coming up!

(A ceremony is held for Timon as Timon is seated in the throne with a bunch of fans cheering for him)

Timon: Autographs i need autographs.
Alien Boy: Could you sign my notebook for me please?
Timon: Yes my fan. I'm gonna sign it where i have this pen holding into my hands. *sign on the notebook* Here you go.
Alien Boy: Thank you Timon. You're the best.
Timon: I'll be eating a bunch of grubs in my jungle tonight.

(Pumbaa, Pat, Stan, Simba, Bunga and Emily show up to Timon)

Timon: Whoa, who let the losers come close to my throne chair?
Pumbaa: Timon.
Pat: What do we got to say for fighting together?
Timon: I'm sorry.
Simba: No. Congratulations, you are the winner of the Gladiator games.
Timon: That was a blast. I'm going to stay on this planet for a while.
Stan: What? We were suppose to go. The games are already over.
Timon: I am going to propose with the Princess and get married. Maybe i don't have to go back to Earth for a while.
Pumbaa: You're crazy. We were suppose to go and now, we have no choice but staying with the aliens who can't eat with their mouths close.
Timon: The winner takes it all. The one chooses whatever he leaves or stay as a protector of the universe.
Pat: I didn't even get to win.
Emily: Me too. We're now the planet's most wanted criminals.
Bunga: Timon, you're the king. Now we got Hakuna Matata to everyone on this planet.
Timon: There are no more worries in the planet of Pluto. Now i'm safe with the love of my life.
King of Pluto: Hey, what are you guys doing here? Get off the line this instant.
Simba: We gotta go.
Pumbaa: See ya Timon.
Timon: Wait. Come back. I have a lot of bedtime stories to tell in the night.
King of Pluto: Timon, my champion. Are you happy on living on this nice little planet?
Timon: Well yeah. The first time i got here, i was a little nervous.
King of Pluto: Everyone can be nervous at first. But that doesn't change the way of being in this planet with a bunch of creatures you don't know.
Timon: I kinda miss my friends right now. I gotta go talk to them.
King of Pluto: No, the Princess want to talk with you.
Princess: Timon!
Timon: Girl, back up before you make eye contract with another meerkat.
Princess: *hug Timon and kisses him into the cheeks and mouth*
Timon: Ugh, what a little woo.
Princess: I can't wait for our marriage to come.
Timon: We're getting married? Since when?
Princess: You are the future and you're going to protect us all with your superpowers and save the universe from bad aliens trying to shot our planet down.
Timon: Will there be any worries put into this conflict?
Princess: No. We can raise a family together at our honeymoon.
Timon: But i have friends back at the jungle. I can't abandon them like what the animals did during the reign of a bad lion in the Pride Lands.
Princess: Don't worry about your precious jungle. At least you have us and the whole family.
Timon: Wow. Jeez, i wish i can get a new head-start from the whole universe.

TO BE CONTINUED

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