“Salty Sea Cream.” He corrected Pumbaa. Or, at least, he tried to. Timon had never been able to get the name right, regardless how many times Roxas and the others had corrected him. Considering it had been Timon, however, it was doubtful anyone had been that surprised over the matter. Regardless, they all knew what he was talking about at the mention of the ‘salted cream sea’ so it still worked out. “… Or was it ice sea salt cream?” the meerkat asked himself. “Whatever, it’s not important. It’s the prize that makes it worth it.” The prize was the only reason Timon continued to eat the gross treat. His determination to win was stronger than the ‘brain freeze’ he endured with each attempt.

Timon gestured for the warthog to follow him into the little carriage attached to the bike. Due to his short statue, he struggled pull himself inside but only for a moment. Once he had successfully slipped inside the meerkat looked perfectly content. “There’s this contest going on where if you find a stick that the ice cream was on that says ‘winner’ you get a prize.” he explained while he looked out at the Doctor from the carriage. “We’re not sure what the prize it yet but we will when I win it today. And I just know it’s gonna be good, especially after all the stuff I had to eat just to find it.”