“Thinking?” Timon repeated with a brow raised in Roxas’ direction. “Now there’s a dangerous past time. Don’t get too mixed up in it. Trust me, the more you think the more it’ll hurt the head.” Whether or not his advice was to be followed was debatable but it certainly did explain why the meerkat spoke so often without thought…

Approaching the ice cream stall on Simba’s back, the meerkat called to get the keepers attention. “Hey, pal! We’re gonna need six salty sea ice creams, pronto!”