The meerkat stuck his tongue out at the idea of ice cream. He had endured more than his share of ‘brain freezes’ in his efforts to find the winning stick, if there even was one. Timon had begun to have his doubts. The entire thing just felt like one big money making scheme. He scratched his head. “I dunno, Pumbaa. Now that I think of it, neither of us really have anything to buy it with.” Unless, that was Pumbaa didn’t mind carrying a bunch of leaves in his mouth.

“Well, it kind of is.” Timon called back to Simba. “Think of it as a cave with a bunch of little caves in it. I mean, personally? I think it’s a little crowded – and that’s coming from a meerkat. But I don’t think Pumbaa minds. As for the ice cream, it’s…” The meerkat frowned, unsure what to compare the dessert to. “It’s kinda like… You need to try it for yourself.”