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Of Fezzes and Unlikely Friendships [Active]

Character(s): Pumbaa, Timon, Eleven
Content: The Doctor makes good on his promise to show Timon and Pumbaa what a fez is, among other things.
Setting: Starts off at Palazzo Townhomes; who knows where else it'll end up?
Time: Late morning.
Warnings: Look at who's in this log. Yeah.

When the Doctor and Timon had first spoken, they hadn't exactly done what was usually known as "getting along". They'd butted heads almost immediately, so it came as no surprise that they ended up turning a rather promising argument into an agreement to go ride bikes and try on hats. Honestly, the Doctor should have known it would have turned out that way.

He whistled to himself, in a good mood as he walked the bike over to the Palazzo Townhomes. He didn't have a bike small enough for Timon, and he definitely didn't own one suitable for Pumbaa. Perhaps he could build one, but in the meantime, he'd attached a trailer to the back of the bike so he could tow the two around. The Doctor paused once he reached the statue and looked around for signs of the meerkat and warthog. He'd seen the movie; he knew what they looked like (and even if he hadn't, he'd seen warthogs and meerkats before).

"Timon! Pumbaa!" he called, his head thrown back so his voice could carry. "I'll have you two out."

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“We’re riding in that?” Timon’s voice arose from behind the Doctor, the meerkat found pointing to the little trailer he had attached to the bike. He had seen the strange mode of transportation before many times before, the citizens having used bicycles rather frequently around the city, he had just never had a name for them. But, now that he thought about it, the citizens never had anything like that… thing attached to the back of them. He quirked a brow at the trailer from his perch on the warthogs head, curious as to how it worked. While Pumbaa was sure to gush about his excitement for their little excursion, Timon decided to investigate the bike.

Jumping down from the warthog, the meerkat scurried over to the bike, the trailer particularly, and took a closer look for himself. He wanted to make sure this thing was safe before either of them set foot in it. Not that he had the slightest clue what to look for. Naturally, his first instinct was the kick one of its tires before standing on his tiptoes to peer into the trailer. It at least looked fairly cosy. "Hey, Pumbaa," he called out. "Get a load of this thing! Talk about travlin' in luxury. I think this thing may have you beat."

The bicycle wasn't quite so familiar to Pumbaa, but he hadn't been around nearly as long as Timon. He'd seen them once or twice, maybe, but he'd never paid much attention to them. But now that they were up close, they looked so neat! One time he thought they looked kind of scary, but that was because he saw someone run into something on one, and it had looked like it was eating them. Not very pretty.

"I can't wait to get to ride in it!" he exclaimed, big broad grin plastered on his muzzle as always. He peered over Timon's shoulder at the big thing attached to the back of the bike, then the grin turned into a frown. "H-how could you say that, Timon?" The warthog sniffled a little.

At the sound of Timon's voice, the Doctor whirled around. "Yep!" he replied, a large, childlike grin on his face. "And this must be Pumbaa," he continued. "Hello. I'm the Doctor. The eleventh, mind you. Past me's probably running around somewhere... possibly literally. We do seem to do a lot of running." He loved the running, but he definitely wouldn't put it past his younger self to be getting into all sorts of trouble, even when the city seemed relatively peaceful.

Good, Timon and Pumbaa liked it (and they were from The Lion King; he loved that movie! And the musical, which was equally brilliant). Too bad Timon had to be... well, Timon. "Oh, don't worry about it," he said quickly, trying to smooth things over. "I'm sure that if you were large enough to carry us both, he wouldn't say that. Or perhaps if I were a bit smaller..." He crouched down a bit and wrinkled his nose. "But I don't think I'd like being that short."

“Huh?” To be honest, Timon had not heard a word of what the Doctor had said. It had all been babble to him, what with this ‘running’ he had mentioned. Exercise was far from his forte, which considering the bike ride he had been about to embark on, was rather amusing. Regardless, it was not until Pumbaa had begun to pout the meerkat tuned back into the conversation. He looked from the warthog to the Doctor who seemed to comfort Pumbaa. Timon raised a brow at the man but said nothing of it. Instead he returned to his friend’s side and patted him on the leg.

“Aw, Pumbaa, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you ain’t gotta do the work this time. Seems pretty Hakuna Matata with us both bein’ able to relax for once.” He offered the warthog a smile, truly sincere when it came to his words. The Doctor on the other hand received a far less kind look when the meerkat turned to glance up at him. He planted on his paws on his hips and mirrored the Doctor; wrinkling his nose. “And I wouldn’t like being that tall.” Timon suspected he would hit his head on a lot of branches in jungle if he were. The thought alone made his head hurt.

The Doctor's words cheered Pumbaa up a little, but the smile was right back where it belonged as soon as Timon explained himself. The warthog hadn't thought of it that way. "Oh, okay buddy! Both of us relaxing at the same time while still getting to see the city does sound really great!"

And it fit right in with the Hakuna Matata philosophy, which suited him just fine. He could imagine it now, the Doctor pedaling away on the bicycle while he rode in the back with his bestest best friend, lounging in style.

Wait, what was a pedal? The question left Pumbaa stumped long enough to miss the bickering about heights.

Well, that little problem seemed to have resolved itself quickly. Good thing, too; it would be a shame to start arguing with Timon now that they actually seemed to like each other at last. The Doctor smiled down at his two new friends and stood, straightening up the bike. "Changing heights is a tricky business," he told Timon. "Whenever I do it, I always end up tripping for the first few days." Given how embarrassing it was, he always tried to do the majority of his tripping away from others. Good, thing, too; when he'd met Amelia, one of the first things he'd done was run into a tree.

Chuckling at the memory, the Doctor gestured for the two to get into the trailer. "So, where shall we go first?"

Timon could only look up at the Doctor in confusion. Had he said he changed heights before? And so casually too, what was with that? How the heck did one even do that, stilts? The way he mentioned tripping over things didn’t make it sound like it but who knew. These so called ‘Doctor’s’ running around – geez, again with the running – were something else. He could not think of an appropriate response for the man, the topic itself outright weird, so simply said “Uhh…” in hopes something would come to him once he had opened his mouth. Instead, there was a change of topic.

“Well,” he began while he ran over a list in his head. “There’s this ice cream stand on the way to that shop Vyers likes to go to. I know they got a bunch of hats there. We could stop for ice cream at the park and then go for hats. Maybe I’ll even share my prize with you when I get the winning stick. I just know I’m gonna get it this time.” As he had been just as sure he would win the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that…

"Ooh!" Pumbaa exclaimed. "We should have him try the ice cream that Roxas really likes! That blue stuff!" Pumbaa hadn't eaten much other than bugs even here in the city, but he always loved going for ice cream. It was kinda melty but could be a little salty and a little sweet, and oooooh it was sooooo good! He'd never had such a yummy treat before. Except maybe that one really tasty kind of bug, but those were so rare he didn't even know what they were called.

The Doctor really wasn't in the mood to explain the nuances of regeneration, so he didn't. Maybe later, maybe some other time, but not right now; this was fun, no-science day. Not that he didn't like science, but it was nice to have a day off every once in awhile. He gladly accepted the change of subject, a big, goofy grin on his face. "Ooh, ice cream! I love ice cream - well, I think I do. Let's go there first. And a winning stick, what's that?"

“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.”

Pumbaa climbed into the carriage and settled in next to his best buddy, taking up almost the whole thing for himself and basically squishing Timon against one side of the seat. "This is really comfy," he said, wiggling himself into place and squishing Timon a bit more on accident.

"I can't wait to get to see more of the city like this!" The warthog was practically lighting up the square with excitement, though that might've just been the sunlight gleaming off his tusks.

"D'you mean sea salt ice cream?" the Doctor asked, scratching his head a bit. Blimey, these two reminded him of Laurel and Hardy (and speaking of which, shouldn't he pay them a visit once he got out of this place?). The Doctor chuckled to himself at the comparison as he got on the bike, making sure the other two were in place. Maybe he should have gotten a bigger trailer. Oh, well, time enough for that next time, if there was one. Besides, he had a basked attached to the handlebars; if Timon truly was uncomfortable, he could always go up there.

Once he was sure Timon and Pumbaa were settled, he began to pedal. "Now, where is this ice cream place?"

Timon could tell there would be a problem the moment Pumbaa began to climb in, however he had not been nearly fast enough to voice his concern. Before he could even move out of the way for his friend, the meerkat found himself tightly wedged against the side of the carriage. He gasped for air. “Pumbaa,” he wheezed pleadingly. “Pumbaa, move - !” By move, Timon had meant move over, not wiggle in more. He gave a high pitched groan as the warthog got comfortable, feeling quite the opposite as he was pushed even further against the side of the carriage.

Summoning all the strength he could find, Timon concentrated on pushing himself out from between the warthog and carriage side. A loud ‘pop’ was heard we he had succeeded, the meerkat then seen stumbling around Pumbaa’s feet in exhaustion before finally climbing a top the pigs head. It was safer there. He hoped. Boy, did he hope. He glared down at his friend but said nothing of his actions. It had been an accident, he was sure. Pumbaa had probably been so excited about the bike ride he hadn’t even noticed he’d crushed him…. Probably.

“It’s just by the Jogo park.” Jogo being short for ‘Jogo da Crianca’, which Timon had grown tired of saying. It didn’t roll off his tongue right. Not that a lot of the names here really did. “There should be some shops around there too. It’s just west of here.” And a long bike ride. Thankfully they, Pumbaa and himself, weren’t the ones doing the pedalling. Though, they would have no trouble passing the time with a sing-along. Surely the Doctor knew all the songs they did if he had truly had any appreciation for the Lion King.

The time flew by, with the three singing loudly at the top of their lungs (which wasn't easy when one was pedaling a bike containing a warthog and a very insistent meerkat, but he managed). The Doctor, of course, knew the songs perfectly, having seen the movie countless times. When they reached their destination, the Doctor slowed his pedaling until he could stop and get off, securing the bike. "Right, then, which one is it?" he asked, looking around.

It was still fairly early in the day; he had every intention of making the most of this day.

Eager as ever, the meerkat jumped down from his spot atop Pumbaa’s head and onto the ground. The ride had not felt nearly as long as he had predicted but there was still a sort of comfort felt when his feet touched the pavement. “Should be a cart around here somewhere.” he replied, though mostly to himself. The problem with this particular stand was that it was on wheels and tended to move about rather frequently. Sometimes it proved a real pain to find, especially when he was hungry. “They outta put bells on these things.”

Timon looked around the park, paw hovering just above his eyes to block the sun. He saw no signs of the cart, only a rather large mob of children who had surrounded a man nearby. The guy must have had something fairly interesting on hand to attract so many kids. Timon had begun to wonder just what it could have been before he saw the man hold up an ice cream bar. “Ah hah!” He cried and pointed out to the crowd of children. “I think we’ve found our man.”

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Singing, as always, was the warthog's favorite past time. The citizens looked with wonder (and some disgust) at the three as they rode along belting out the familiar tunes with gusto, but Pumbaa didn't care about that at all. The meerkat being on top of his head was much more comfortable and familiar than having Timon sitting next to him, too.

"Ooo! We should get in line quick, before anyone else gets in front of us!" The warthog hopped right out of the cart (nearly, but not quite, squashing Timon in the process) and darted straight into his spot in line, now waiting quite patiently and looking very proud of himself.

"Actually," the Doctor replied, "they usually do put bells on these things. Or radios, anything that will draw attention. I don't know why they don't have them here." Maybe the citizens knew instinctively where to find it - but instinctive ice cream, that was a ridiculous idea. Still, he'd seen stranger things. The Doctor jauntily followed Pumbaa to take his place in line. "Absolutely," he agreed with a grin. Given his last experience with a warthog (though that had been before he came to Paixao), the Doctor was really quite glad to meet one who was so polite and considerate of others.

"Well, Timon," he called, waving him over, "what are you waiting for?"

“What are you waiting for?” the meerkat asked in response, confused by the act of standing in line. Timon hadn’t the same level of patients as the others and refused to wait in line. “Don’t you realize the shortest distance between me and my prize is a straight line?” He had waited this long, he was not about to wait any longer. Timon walked straight past the two head straight for the head of the line. “Make room, make room!” the meerkat shouted, mostly to be ignored by the children. A few turned their heads but none moved from their place in line. “I’m walking here!”

Even if Timon did manage to reach the front of the line, he would have nothing to pay for the ice cream with, ultimately earning nothing for his efforts except for maybe a few kids stepping on him. “Oi, I’m next! I’m next!” he cried out, waving his arms to try and catch the citizens' attention.

Pumbaa looked up at the Doctor and grinned, waiting patiently in his spot. But leave it to the meerkat to do something rude. "Hey, Timon, you shouldn't cut in line like that!" He reached out to grab his buddy by the tail and pull him back. "And I'm definitely not letting you cut in front of me."

"Oi! Timon!" The Doctor called, actually shaking his finger at the other like a teacher scolding a particularly naughty schoolboy. "Wait in line like everyone else!" Well, at least no one seemed to really be paying attention, and nothing had really been disturbed. Still, to cut in line? That wasn't on the Doctor's list of "Fun Things for Today." Come to think of it, he hadn't actually made a list (who makes a list for fun?), having believed they'd just end up playing it by ear, but still.

Timon did his best to ignore Pumbaa, going so far as to try and continuing walking as the warthog slid him to the back of the line. He narrowed his eyes at the pair, as though they had betrayed him in some way. As far as he was concerned, they had. The meerkat looked even less enthused after he received a scolding from the Doctor. Wait like everyone else? But he wasn’t like everyone else. Did they not know who he was? “But it’s gonna take forever.” he whined, drawing a long sigh. “I can’t wait that long. I’m so close I can almost taste victory. It’s just within’ my reach.”

For a second time, the meerkat tried to cut ahead of the pair, a look of determination in his eyes. “I just gotta have it!”

Again Pumbaa grabbed Timon by the tail, but this time he just held him in place. "You really should learn to be patient, Timon. You're just gonna have to wait with the rest of us."

After all, it wasn't right to let the meerkat get in front of everybody else in line, those kids deserved to have the ice cream just as much as he did.

The Doctor, who had been about to protest again, was interrupted by the almost-but-not-quite-there-retort that had already tried to push its way from his mouth (really, his mouth needed to stop overtaking his brain) by Pumbaa grabbing Timon. "Thank you, Pumbaa," he managed, giving Timon a particularly disapproving look. "You, know, Timon, we've still got all day. It's not going to kill you to wait in line for a few minutes." And honestly, who cut in front of anyone, much less kids?

Who cut in front of kids? Timon, that’s who. The meerkat was honestly no different from a child himself – other than those who were polite and waited their turn in line. He tried once to twist free from Pumbaa’s hold but when it became apparent the warthog had no intention of letting him go the meekat gave up. Folding his arms across his chest, Timon turned his back to the two and mumbled to himself. Fine, if they were going to make a fuss out of it, he would wait his turn in the dumb line. But that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Luckily time passed quickly and after the frequent number ‘are we there yet?’s from Timon it probably couldn’t be appreciated more. The meerkat, still looking rather irritated, gestured to the ice cream cart expectantly once they had reached the front of the line. Well, he certainly didn’t have money for ice cream though it appeared the young man working the cart recognized both Timon and Pumbaa. Whether that was a good or bad thing was debatable.

Pumbaa was just that much happier when they finally got to the front of the line, and he was beaming big and broad, looking up at the Doctor expectantly to order for them. The warthog, of course, didn't have any money either, so while it wasn't a perfect echo of Timon's rather impatient expression of the need, Pumbaa did make it apparent that he couldn't be the one ordering.

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