"Oh..." Pumbaa was quiet for a second. "We could never get Simba to say anything to us about his dad. Every time we tried, he got really sad and walked away."

He didn't really like that even after all these years, his best buddy still couldn't open up to them, but that meant it had to be something that really hurt a lot. Leaving Simba alone hurt a little, but it was better than making him remember things that left him so sad.

"But that's why we have Hakuna Matata!" Suddenly Pumbaa was smiling and excited again, as if the moment of sadness had been nothing more than a cloud carried on a brisk wind.