A disapproving look appeared over the meerkats features as continued to play with the device. It appeared that Pumbaa had yet to reply to his message. That stubborn, hog... 'Where is that pig?' he thought to himself in frustration. He was worried enough as it was. Pumbaa adding to the plate did not help. He suspected the warthog of being lost within the city without his expert guidance. Or, that he had stopped for a snack somewhere and hadn't bothered to check his journal. Both scenarios sounded likely to befall him.

"Hm?" Timon grunted, casting his gaze up into the sky. "Looks like rains headin' our way. Gee, that's just what we need." Rolling his eyes he pointed ahead at the restaurant in the distance. "At least we're close. Trust me on this, Simba. Nothin' compares to human dining. You're in for a real treat."

A grin spread across his lips at this. Already an 'incredibly clever' plan had begun to blossom within his thick cranium. He just might be able to get a free meal out of this, especially while Simba, his 'ferocious man eating lion friend' was with him.