Timon groaned in response to his company’s lack of pity. True, he had not done an awful lot of walking himself by riding on Simba’s back. And maybe he was complaining just because he could. But he was far from about to admit those things. In fact, further excuses for his behaviour had begun to develop instead. Before his could voice them, thankfully, the ice cream stall came into view and the meerkat no longer appeared so tired. He quickly sat up from his laid back position on the lion and climbed up onto his head.

“There it is!” he announced proudly. “I told you it was close.” Actually, it had been Xion and Simba who had reminded him of how close their ice cream was but that was not important to Timon. In fact, he had already forgotten that they had told him so. “After all, I have an excellent sense of direction. Now, what was the name of that stuff we’re getting again, ice salt sea cream?”