Timon froze at Scar’s words. He must have seen him climb into the purse. The meerkat’s eyes grew wide at the thought as the lions scent grew stronger. He was closer but by how much? Timon wasn’t sure. He was almost too scared to find out but, somehow, gathered enough courage to peek out the top of the purse. The moment he did Timon immediately regretted it. Oh, the lion was close. Very close. Not quite enough to reach the purse but that could have easily changed if he simply scooted a tad closer.

The meerkat swallowed the forming lump in his throat and slowly lowered himself back into the purse. This really would be a game of patience. Luckily for him he already had a plan in mind and more than a surprise in store for Scar. He too sat down, prepared for the long wait ahead of him but kept his head visible just enough to watch the lion in case he chose to make the first move.

The train ride was long and uncomfortable. The passengers notably got antsier the longer they were forced to stand, pushed against the sides of the train. Timon was beginning to feel the same after a certain period of time passed. He felt anxious and incredibly trapped. The moment he made a break for it the lion would un-doubtfully pounce. That was why he had to time his escape perfectly.

It wasn’t until the train came to a complete stop Timon finally decided to make his move. His eyes traveled from the doors then the lion, as though to judge the distance between the two. Then, just as the doors slid open, the meerkat suddenly tipped the purse over and slid out of it. However, he did not leave unarmed. Riding atop a rounded bottle, he pressed down on its nozzle spraying Scar right in the face with perfume.

Hoping this would temporarily distract the lion long enough for his getaway he then jumped off the bottle and ran straight for the door.