“I can hear you, you know.” Timon said as he joined the group once again. There was some batter on him, but not nearly as much as anyone would have expected after hearing the sounds of chaos in the next room. He noted it immediately and frowned, mumbling to himself something along the lines of ‘missed a spot.’ But he could not wipe it off with both his hands required to hold the large plate of waffles he had carried out, a perfect swirl of whipped cream on top of the stack. Surprisingly, they looked good, to say nothing of the mouth-watering smell. Somehow, he’d pulled it off. … With Pumbaa’s help. A little.

“There was a minor problem during the plating process but we worked out the kinks. Sit down, take a load off. First batch is yours, pal.” The meerkat nodded to Simba and placed the plate down in front of him before he hollered back to the kitchen. “Oi, Pumbaa! What’s the big idea, leavin’ me with all these hungry lions in here, huh? Hurry up in there!” While Timon could only carry one plate, Pumbaa could hold a lot more on both his head and back. Because of this, he had left the rest with his friend. “And try not to break anymore.” The kitchen was a big enough mess before they had started dropping plates.