Rocket froze, still holding his paws to his nose, but lowered them as soon as he realized why that smell really WAS familiar.  It wasn’t the first one he had literally caught wind of one of the warthog’s infamous vapors.

“Ugh… Pumbaa?  That was YOU? Tch… Why am I even surprised?” Rocket groaned.  “The savannah really is a small world…” he then mused, sounding like he was more or less over the foghorn of stink that just occurred.  He figured he probably needed a bath by now anyway.  Pumbaa just sealed the deal.

Pumbaa grinned sheepishly as he caught a whiff of his own flatulence stuck to Rocket like glue.

“Eheheh...uh, Sorry bout that...I thought the coast was clear!”

He digs his hoof against the ground in quite the embarassed manner. Poor Rocket...it was going to take forever to get that smell out.

“Hmm?” The sounds of Rocket’s voice and scurrying did not go unnoticed by the flatulent warthog. Curious, he turns around and gives chase after him. As he runs, it slowly becomes apparent what had just happened...and his pace picks up. He needed to apologize for stinking up that poor rodent!

“Hey, Wait up!”

“I am old enough to go around the pridelands on my own” she retorted “I’m just going to the waterhole”

“O-Oh! Kiara! Wait up!” Pumbaa trots after her at a decent pace. He was determined to keep his word to Simba.

“My name’s Pumbaa.” The warthog spoke in his usual friendly tone. After all, a friend of Timon was a friend of his! Although he hadn’t quite seen an animal like this before...was he also a meerkat? Why did some of his fur look like it was covered in some weird cloth...and what was a ship?

So many questions for the slow-minded hog! He didn’t know where to begin to ask.

So he wouldn’t, not now anyways. It would be awfully rude to ask such probing questions to someone you just met after all!

“It’s nice to meet you, Rocket!”

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Pumbaa gasped as the strange creature took off running. He was just curious what the little fella was, he didn’t want to scare him! Pumbaa trots after the tiny troll at a speed that was quick enough to follow, but not quick enough to get up and close to him.

“W-Wait! Wait! I’m not gonna hurt you little guy!”

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Timon was so glad to have Pumbaa. He bends his knees and hops on his friend’s snout as always.

“So, where to now big guy? I gotta show ya this crazy thing I read. Come on, let’s go.” Timon grins looking his pal in his big yellow eyes. Preparing for the pig to ride him wherever he felt like at the moment.

With a joyful snort, Pumbaa starts trotting off into the great unknown…and by that, he was just going to wander aimlessly while Timon had a relaxing ride

“Ohhh? What is it, Timon?” Pumbaa never really understood a lot of the strange stuff his meerkat pal wound up with, but hey if it made him happy to talk about it then he was happy to listen.

“Does the name Jumba Jookiba bring anything to mind?”

“Cause you can read all about him in this fancy book.”

Timon pulled out a large green book and laid it to rest on Pumbaa’s snout along with the meerkat himself. Timon opened the book to the page about Jumba. The famous hero from Hawaii.

“Uhh, Timon…I cant read.”

“Weren’t you the one who used to tell me: “Books are good for me and not for mooks”.”

“Besides, I didn’t know how to read ether until an ice bear with weird speaking patterns came into my life.” It was true. A real white-furred bear from Antarctica. “I can teach you how to read Pumbaa.”

“Weeeeell...okay!” Truth be told, Timon always had some wild and crazy stories he liked to tell. A lot of them seemed incredibly far-fetched and outright unbelievable.

But, Pumbaa enjoyed listening to them nonetheless, and besides Timon wasn’t the type to lie about stuff like that. If Timon said it happened, it probably did.

Zazu smiled through a tightly shut beak. That hadn’t exactly been what he was going for, but there was no harm in humouring him.

“Alright,” Zazu hopped up and sat on top of Pumbaa’s head in his mane of black hair. It was no lion’s, but it would do. “Where to?”

“Where to?” Pumbaa wasn’t used to hearing that question. Usually Timon would tell him where to go...he was honestly at a loss. So, he just started trotting along. “Anywhere is fine...”

“Aww shucks, Rafiki. That’s one of the kindest things I’ve ever heard about me!”

“No animal should judge another for the things they do not control. It is the heart that is a true sign of who you are.” You’re welcome, Pumbaa.

Pumbaa didn’t really get whatever it was Rafiki was saying, but it sure sounded wise and mystical, not to mention really nice!  “Yup! And I hear I have a big heart!…Or was that my stomach…”

“Probably both, I’d wager. And both is good.” Yeah. Yeah, he liked this warthog. He really did. A good heart made all the difference.

Pumbaa’s tail swished in a friendly manner behind him as he trotted a little closer toward Rafiki.  Truth be told, he knew practically nothing about the Shaman…was that even the right word to describe him? Who knows! However, considering that this was a very rare occasion where he wasn’t with Timon, it couldn’t hurt to hang around the Mandrill a bit. “So…uh…what’re you doing?” Since most of the conversations he’d have were with Timon…and since Timon was such a social powerhouse, Pumbaa himself wasn’t the best at initiating conversations…but by all that was good he was going to try!

“A cure, for headaches and fever.” Shaman, wise man, medicine man. Whatever you wanted to call him, Rafiki was many things. He spent much of his time as a recluse, really, and only made an appearance when it was necessary. Well, most of the time, anyway. He did also like to stick his nose in other people’s business for his own reasons on occasion too.

“There have been a few around the Pridelands in need of the medicine.”

Medicine…the word bounced around in Pumbaa’s thick skull for a couple of moments, searching for a meaning.

“…Oh! You mean like when Kiara was sick, and you gave her some strange not-water…right?”

“It is the same, but for a different purpose as well.” Rafiki chuckled. Good, Pumbaa was in fact keeping up with him. He knew the warthog had a little trouble with more complicated things, but the mandrill was making an effort to simplify things just enough.

“There are a couple of giraffes who have fevers, and a rhino with a headache.” He explained. “So, it is medicine they all need.”

“Hmm…what other type of medicines do you make?” Pumbaa was almost never sick. Timon liked to say it was because fools can’t catch colds, and how that was a good thing. Regardless, he probably would never need medicine like that.

But! It couldn’t hurt to ask anyways, maybe he’d have something to help with his “special problem”

“All kinds. Depends what you need it for.” Rafiki answered. A warthog actually had a natural defense against most illnesses on their own, and the mandrill knew that. But if Pumbaa wanted to ask about medicines anyway, Rafiki certainly wasn’t going to turn away his questions.

“...Weeeeell, I was wondering if maaaaaybe you had something for uh, my um...power.” He dug his hoof into the dirt awkwardly, it was always so embarrassing to talk about with someone that wasn’t Timon.

“Aww shucks, Rafiki. That’s one of the kindest things I’ve ever heard about me!”

“No animal should judge another for the things they do not control. It is the heart that is a true sign of who you are.” You’re welcome, Pumbaa.

Pumbaa didn’t really get whatever it was Rafiki was saying, but it sure sounded wise and mystical, not to mention really nice!  “Yup! And I hear I have a big heart!…Or was that my stomach…”

“Probably both, I’d wager. And both is good.” Yeah. Yeah, he liked this warthog. He really did. A good heart made all the difference.

Pumbaa’s tail swished in a friendly manner behind him as he trotted a little closer toward Rafiki.  Truth be told, he knew practically nothing about the Shaman…was that even the right word to describe him? Who knows! However, considering that this was a very rare occasion where he wasn’t with Timon, it couldn’t hurt to hang around the Mandrill a bit. “So…uh…what’re you doing?” Since most of the conversations he’d have were with Timon…and since Timon was such a social powerhouse, Pumbaa himself wasn’t the best at initiating conversations…but by all that was good he was going to try!

“A cure, for headaches and fever.” Shaman, wise man, medicine man. Whatever you wanted to call him, Rafiki was many things. He spent much of his time as a recluse, really, and only made an appearance when it was necessary. Well, most of the time, anyway. He did also like to stick his nose in other people’s business for his own reasons on occasion too.

“There have been a few around the Pridelands in need of the medicine.”

Medicine…the word bounced around in Pumbaa’s thick skull for a couple of moments, searching for a meaning.

“…Oh! You mean like when Kiara was sick, and you gave her some strange not-water…right?”

“It is the same, but for a different purpose as well.” Rafiki chuckled. Good, Pumbaa was in fact keeping up with him. He knew the warthog had a little trouble with more complicated things, but the mandrill was making an effort to simplify things just enough.

“There are a couple of giraffes who have fevers, and a rhino with a headache.” He explained. “So, it is medicine they all need.”

“Hmm...what other type of medicines do you make?” Pumbaa was almost never sick. Timon liked to say it was because fools can’t catch colds, and how that was a good thing. Regardless, he probably would never need medicine like that.

But! It couldn’t hurt to ask anyways, maybe he’d have something to help with his “special problem”

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Timon was so glad to have Pumbaa. He bends his knees and hops on his friend’s snout as always.

“So, where to now big guy? I gotta show ya this crazy thing I read. Come on, let’s go.” Timon grins looking his pal in his big yellow eyes. Preparing for the pig to ride him wherever he felt like at the moment.

With a joyful snort, Pumbaa starts trotting off into the great unknown…and by that, he was just going to wander aimlessly while Timon had a relaxing ride

“Ohhh? What is it, Timon?” Pumbaa never really understood a lot of the strange stuff his meerkat pal wound up with, but hey if it made him happy to talk about it then he was happy to listen.

“Does the name Jumba Jookiba bring anything to mind?”

“Cause you can read all about him in this fancy book.”

Timon pulled out a large green book and laid it to rest on Pumbaa’s snout along with the meerkat himself. Timon opened the book to the page about Jumba. The famous hero from Hawaii.

“Uhh, Timon...I cant read.”

@mxterpxg continued from here.

Timon was so glad to have Pumbaa. He bends his knees and hops on his friend’s snout as always.

“So, where to now big guy? I gotta show ya this crazy thing I read. Come on, let’s go.” Timon grins looking his pal in his big yellow eyes. Preparing for the pig to ride him wherever he felt like at the moment.

With a joyful snort, Pumbaa starts trotting off into the great unknown...and by that, he was just going to wander aimlessly while Timon had a relaxing ride

“Ohhh? What is it, Timon?” Pumbaa never really understood a lot of the strange stuff his meerkat pal wound up with, but hey if it made him happy to talk about it then he was happy to listen.