Timon had definitely had his share of bad days. This one may not have been the worst but it certainly was up there. Lost in a castle filled with vast floors, endless staircases and the tackiest paintjob he had ever seen… If the climb didn’t kill him it was only a matter of time before the décor did. But among all these things, the meerkat was faced by a far greater challenge: the two tall doors that stood between him and the next floor.

“Just what mook thought up this place, huh?!” he whined.

The meerkat drew a sigh and looked over the doors in concern. They looked heavy. Just the thought made his back ache. However, he had come a long way and Timon had not been about to let some measly doors get the better of him. He rubbed his paws together and with a determined look threw himself against them. He pushed with all his might, pulled with strength unseen, and screamed with lung capacity unknown even to him. Still, the door did not budge. Timon dangled from the door handle for a moment before he dropped down and began to bang on the doors.

“Open up! Open up! I know you’re in there. Show yourself now or else… Or else there’ll be trouble.” Timon stared at the door expectedly, fist raised in the air. When no response was given his shoulders sank. Perhaps pleading would work better? “Ple-he-hease. You gotta let me in.” He begged and dropped to his knees. “You can’t leave me here! I'm Autophobic and Leukophobic! I'll- I'll make it up to you, I swear. I'll do anything. Anything!"