Pumbaa wasn't really sure why he'd decided to leave the apartment today when it was still snowing outside, or why he'd gone to the gate either. Then again, he wasn't exactly sure how he'd gotten to the gate. He thought he was going toward the middle of the city, not the outside. Maybe he should've brought Timon along...

But wait. Was that a lion he just saw over there? With orange fur? And a red mane?

"Simba, is that you?!" The warthog called out, almost jumping forward with excitement. Luckily, the snow was keeping most of the crowds inside...