Now, Pumbaa knew Timon. Pumbaa knew Timon well. Very well. So well, that he knew Timon was definitely up to something. Now WHAT on the other hoof was anyone's guess. You could never be too sure what the meerkat was scheming, and, as often happened, Pumbaa hadn't even yet heard of whatever great plan was formulating in the meerkat's head.
"Uh... Timon? What are you doing?" Pumbaa questioned, figuring he might as well ask. "Or should I say, what are you plotting?"
Yeah, Pumbaa was kinda worried. It was also well known fact to the warthog that rarely did Timon's plans work out well. Many hair brained plots had been made before, and end... well, let's just say not so well.
((OOc: soidjf;soidjfs omg this is so late. I'M SORRY D: I had a feeling it must be his turn but didn't realize how long ago it had been his turn. Ack! ^^;;;;))
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"Uh... Timon? What are you doing?" Pumbaa questioned, figuring he might as well ask. "Or should I say, what are you plotting?"
Yeah, Pumbaa was kinda worried. It was also well known fact to the warthog that rarely did Timon's plans work out well. Many hair brained plots had been made before, and end... well, let's just say not so well.
((OOc: soidjf;soidjfs omg this is so late. I'M SORRY D: I had a feeling it must be his turn but didn't realize how long ago it had been his turn. Ack! ^^;;;;))