“What’s wrong with that?” he asked irritably, far too used to others criticism by now. “I am perfectly capable of running this city. If that mook Oturo could do it, anyone could! Besides, as an official citizen of this city I’m entitled to run for mayor and believe me, I got big plans for this place. Big plans! We’ll finally hire a gardener and get some real plants in here and the dome? It’s gotta go. I’ll bring peace and harmony amongst the Paixaoans and finally rid the Organization and Maleficent. Then we’ll throw a huge party in my honour where there’ll be music, dancing, and those fancy drinks with the little umbrellas. Maybe they’ll even erect a statue of me. Who knows?”

Naturally Timon left his wild desire to be the next Mr. Moneybags out but it surely was notable regardless. The fame, the fortune, the power. He wanted it and he wanted it bad.

“I got your vote, right?”