Timon shot Tinkerbell an offended look. Forever? He wasn’t that slow, regardless how much he complained about getting places taking just that, forever. They’d walk. Walking was good enough for everyone else, why did they have to be any different? The meerkat found himself asking that again when he found himself covered in the same golden dust that had lead him to the pixie earlier. Hunched awkwardly in place, he scrunched his nose at the mysterious dust. What. Was. This? Timon looked almost disgusted as he looked himself over. Hopefully ‘pixie dust’ wasn’t just another name for-
“They’re only grumpy and sour after being beat up by… by…!” Unable to finish his sentence, Timon let out a sneeze which caused him to let go of the branches he had been holding, again, and be slapped by them, again. There were no happy thoughts here. The angry growl from his stomach said that it agreed to the thought. Although, it did make him wonder what he could have been eating instead of carrying this lady back to Sora’s. Like, real pancakes with a mountain of fruit piled on top and whipped cream. Strawberries, grapes, bananas, kiwis, cantaloupe, maybe even a side of flies and… why could he no longer feel the ground?
Glancing down at his feet, he found them moving further away from the ground by the second. Immediately, he did the first thing he could think of, scream. “No, no! No! No, this is not happening. This is not real! This is just a dream.” Scrambling to find something to hold on to, he clung desperately onto one of the branches he had been holding prior. “Just a terrible, terrible dream.” He hugged the branch while his feet continued to pull upward. “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home!”
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“They’re only grumpy and sour after being beat up by… by…!” Unable to finish his sentence, Timon let out a sneeze which caused him to let go of the branches he had been holding, again, and be slapped by them, again. There were no happy thoughts here. The angry growl from his stomach said that it agreed to the thought. Although, it did make him wonder what he could have been eating instead of carrying this lady back to Sora’s. Like, real pancakes with a mountain of fruit piled on top and whipped cream. Strawberries, grapes, bananas, kiwis, cantaloupe, maybe even a side of flies and… why could he no longer feel the ground?
Glancing down at his feet, he found them moving further away from the ground by the second. Immediately, he did the first thing he could think of, scream. “No, no! No! No, this is not happening. This is not real! This is just a dream.” Scrambling to find something to hold on to, he clung desperately onto one of the branches he had been holding prior. “Just a terrible, terrible dream.” He hugged the branch while his feet continued to pull upward. “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home!”