"Me too." he agreed with the warthog. "If we think hard enough not to disappear, we won't. It's as easy as that." Tapping his head with a thin appendage, the rodent hopped down onto his friends snout. "I got it all figured it out. Just who do you thinks the brains of this outfit, anyway?"

Laying himself vertically down Pumbaa's nose, the meerkat began rubbing his chin in thought. "Now lemme see. If I were to disappear all into thin air, maybe I'd appear again in thick air? ...then again, by the smells of it, we're already sittin' in somethin' thick and I don't see them anywhere."