Who would have thought his attempts to ward the riled pixie away would be so successful? However, he had not meant so much to swat her away as he did to just scare or catch her. He followed Tinkerbell to the bush he had knocked her into and pried back its branches to look inside. Even if she hadn’t her unmistakable glow, he would have found her easily enough. Years of experience tracking bugs came with more than one perk. Though, the pixie would have been anything but flattered to hear that.

“That’s what you get!” The meerkat snapped once he had found Tinkerbell. “I do not smell and my nose is not big, big, big!” Unless he had somehow acquired Pumbaa’s unique smell, Timon was confident he had his hygiene perfectly under control. As for his nose, there wasn't so much he could do about that.