Disclaimer: I do not own the Lion King or it's characters, Disney does. I do own one though, the one I made up.

The sun was shining for the first time in days over Africa. It had been raining for some time, but the animals that lived in the lush, green jungle outside the pride lands had barely noticed. The beautiful trees and plants kept them protected from the rain as well as the sun. These particular animals were a strange bunch to find in a jungle, a group of meerkats had somewhat-recently migrated into the area. Even though the jungle provided protection from predators, and a wide array of insects for food, most of the colony still woke with the sun out of habit.

One meerkat, however, as the sun rose high to signal midday, was still fast asleep.

"Timon. Timon! Will you get up? You've been sleeping all day!" Timon's mother said as she shook her son slightly to wake him.

As Timon slowly opened his eyes he groggily whined, "Ma, we don't have to get up early if we don't want to anymore!" Then he turned over so his back was facing his mother.

"Well that may be." Timon heard his mother say. "But still, every day is worth enjoying. Plus everyone else has been up for ages." Timon's mom waited patiently but Timon didn't move, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. "Honey, don't make me push you."

Push him. What was she talking about? But he suddenly realized too late. His mother gave him a quick push on his back, and he lost balance and tumbled out of his hammock. All Timon could do while lying face-first on the ground was wonder why in the world he had chosen to sleep in the hammock.

"Alright, Ma." He said as he slowly stood and dusted himself off. "You got me up. Now what?" Timon's mom smiled as her son blinked in the light of the sun as they entered an open spot in the jungle where the crystal clear lake rested.

"Just what I said, didn't you listen? You shouldn't sleep half the day away. Even if you don't need to." His mom stated matter-of-factly. "It's bad for you, and you'll be up all night." Timon rolled his eyes, sometimes it really seemed his mother loved to worry.

"Well Ma, if you think about it, the day might not be "half over" maybe it's "half begun"". Timon's mom did not seem to get the joke, so he just ignored it. "Ma, I really think you worry too much. I'm fine, your fine, the whole meerkat colony is fine. Just remember the whole "Hakuna Matata" thing Pumbaa and I are always talking about. Huh?"

As they reached the bank of the lake, they saw the other meerkats milling about, swimming and running, with some resting in the shade or grabbing bugs, then Timon noticed that Pumbaa was nowhere in sight. "Where is Pumbaa, anyway?" Timon said half to his mom, half to himself. But then, to their right, hey heard a rustling in the bushes, and Pumbaa bounded out with the remains of a mud bath still noticeable on his hair. As he made his way towards them, Timon said, "Isn't it strange how when you ask where someone is they suddenly appear?" to no one in particular.

"Hey Timon, hi Ms. Timon's mom!" Pumbaa greeted them when he had reached them. Now that he was closer, it was even more noticeable that he had just come from a mud bath, and his tail stood straight up and was wagging a little like a dog. "I have some good news! That bossy bird that helps out Simba came to tell us that Simba is coming to visit us with news!"

"So…", Timon said, a little confused. "That bird came to you with news that Simba was coming with news?"

"Yup." Pumbaa answered.

"Ok…..that's….great! Did he say when Simba was getting here?" Timon asked.

"Um, no. But I bet soon, it doesn't take too long to get here from Pride Rock, does it?" said Pumbaa.

"Well, I'm not really sure. I bet not long, but in the meantime what can we do around here?" Timon said. Timon's mom looked at him.

"Timon, are you bored? Already?" she said.

"No." Timon answered back. "Well, yeah kinda." Then Timon's mom brightened up.

"Well, if your wanting something to do I can think of some things I'd like you to…"

"Oh, wait, you know what?" Timon interrupted. "I just remembered that Pumbaa wanted to do something today, didn't ya buddy?" He gave Pumbaa a look that meant "play along"

. It took Pumbaa a second, but then he finally said, "Um, uh, Oh yeah! We were gonna,…. go over there!" and he pointed over to where he had come from in the bushes. Timon's mom looked suspiciously at them, but then smiled

. "Ok, well, you have fun." Then with that, Timon and Pumbaa dashed off in the exact opposite direction Pumbaa had indicated.

"Thanks buddy." Timon said once they were out of his mom's sight. "I really like getting out before she gets me doing stuff."

"But you would help if she really needed you , right?" Pumbaa asked as they walked through all the trees and colorful plants.

"Yeah I guess." Timon answered. "But I don't want to be stuck doing stuff if I figure out what I really want to do."

"Well, what do you want to do Timon?"

"To be honest, pal, I dunno. Lately I've been feeling like something should be happening, but it hasn't yet."

"Like what?"

"That's the other thing. I'm not sure. But I'm sure I'll know what it is when it happens. But I'm sorry t get all weird on ya Pumbaa. Lets go look for that tree we found the other day that had all those beetles"

Pumbaa agreed, but as they were walking Pumbaa thought about what his friend had said. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like something should or was going to happen. But rather than anxious, like Timon, Pumbaa felt nervous. But He supposed that it couldn't be anything too bad.

They entered a clearing and began looking for the tree they had found earlier. When they did find it they searched around for the delicious insects they had found the last time. Timon spotted a large purple and red beetle and was reaching for it when a rock hit him squarely on his head. He looked up at Pumbaa quizzically, but before he could say anything more rocks were bombarding them, raining down from up in the tree.

When it finally stopped, they heard a voice from up in the branches call out, "You know, when someone throws things at you, the polite thing to do would be to leave."

Timon looked over at Pumbaa, then back up at the tree. They were, to say the least, confused. "Why should we leave?" Timon called up.

"Because." The voice called back. "This is my tree, and the bugs in it are mine too."

Timon was getting annoyed now. "What makes this your tree, or your bugs?"

"Because it just is. It is my tree and those are my bugs. So just scram, ok? Its not like there aren't other trees or other bugs."

"Timon. Maybe we should just go over to another tree." Pumbaa said, but Timon just waved his hand and shook his head.

"No, no, no, Pumbaa. We're not going anywhere! This is a free jungle! Come down here and tell me this is your tree!"

"Ugh, fine." Timon and Pumbaa heard as they saw a small figure jump down from the tree and walk out. A petite young female meerkat stood in front of them, her green eyes were narrowed, looking considerably peeved. "This is my tree, ok?" she said slowly, so they would get it.

"Again, I ask, what makes it your tree?" Timon said, just as peeved. "Do ya live here or something?"

"Yeah." she fired back sounding somewhat sarcastic.

Pumbaa didn't want to get into this conversation, but what she had just said made him ask, "You live here?"

The female meerkat looked over to Pumbaa. "Yes." she answered.

"But why?" Pumbaa couldn't help asking, "This area is so far away from the others, don't you want to stay with everyone?"

"No." She said. She looked down as she said this, it was obvious this was not a subject she wanted to discuss. "I don't." Then she looked back over at Timon. "I want to live in my tree."

Timon paused for a second, then said, "Ok, maybe it is your tree, but just because there are bugs in the tree, how does that make them yours?"

"If they're not mine they're not anyone's. Which means they're also not yours. So just go find another tree, I'm sure there are even more bugs somewhere else."

Timon rose up, about to say something, but then thought better of it. "Fine, you know what? Its probably not even worth it!" Then he turned and started to stomp away. "Come on, Pumbaa. Leave her precious tree! Gotta leave the stupid tree!"

He continued to grumble under his breath as he passed Pumbaa. Before Pumbaa followed he turned back towards the other meerkat.

"Nice to meet you!"

Then he turned back and followed Timon, leaving the female with a triumphant look on her face as she began to climb back up the tree.