Throwing his paws onto his hips, the meerkat's brows knitted together at Ivan's question. "Did we get your message? Hmmm... Message, message..." Striking an over exaggerated pondering pose, he rubbed his chin in thought appearing in deep thought before suddenly springing back to life. "Of course we got your message!" Timon shouted, jumping onto Pumbaa's snout so he could some what fill the gap between Ivan and himself. He clutched his chest as he continued. "You nearly gave me a heart attack, you know that? I leave that demon alone for not even five minutes and he already gets himself trouble! Kidnapped! POISONED!"

A paw slapped across his forehead, his line of vision falling to the floor as he attempted to calm himself down. So much had happened in such a little amount of time. It was hard not to get worked up. And yelling at Ivan probably wasn't making things any better.

"What happened to you anyway?" the rodent asked, looking up at the boy in equal annoyance as curiosity. "The front of this place looks like a heard of elephants stampeded through it. There was nothin' left out there in one piece but Laharl's sword and this."

Climbing back up onto the warthogs back, Timon revealed the overlords journal to the group. He offered it to Etna, feeling she, being his vassal (back stabbing, but caring about what happened Laharl) as he looked back at Ivan in question. "You weren't caught in all that, were yeah?"