For someone who had refused to ‘get up even if the apartment was on fire’, Timon had no trouble pulling himself out of bed and out the door upon word that Simba had returned to the city. This was just the sort of news he needed, something to lift him out of the slew of mishaps and misfortune he had found himself bombarded with as of that time. True, Muspelheim would take the meerkat time to reach, even with the extra bounce in his step, but even then, of all the gates it was undoubtedly the closest to his home. One of those royal dead guys must have really been smiling down on him.

Timon moved as quickly as his little feet would carry him through the crowds, eager to see his friend once again. What would he remember this time?