Timon's brows knitted themselves tightly together at the warthogs response. By the sound of it, he was blaming him for whatever wrong turn they had taken. He who knew the entire city as well as the back of his paw -which suddenly held something new to his eye. Eh, none the less. This caused the meerkat to shake his head in disbelief.

"Pumbaa," he began, only to leave the name hanging. Before he could continue, a new voice, as well as a familiar one entered his ears. They both appeared to be speaking about him, and as soon as his brown eyes traveled up to look at the two humans, he knew why.

"Whaddyeah mean 'that's Timon'? You ain't no Brad Pitt yourself, pal." the redhead scoffed, folding his arms across his chest as he turned glance over to Toph. "And yeah, it's me."

It looked like they were in the right place after all.