Simba tried to follow, but his legs were still jelly-like. He decided it's be best if he just stayed on the floor. "Remember to leave of that stuff for me too, Pumbaa!"

And Simba was left in the living room alone. We frowned a bit, as waiting for his food out here would feel a lot longer than if he was in the kitchen trying to help out. Simba laid his head down on one of his paws, and with the other, he drummed the floor, trying to think of something other than his stomach.