A/N: I haven't forgotten about this collection of ficlets! Real life caught up to me and ideas have been running dry. But I won't abandon it as long as I love The Lion King! Thanks to everyone for their support and patience!

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The disgruntled uncle had been itching to get rid of many things that he deemed as problems. His dunderhead brother, his little gnat of a nephew, and maybe even the current Pride. He wasn't too sure of the wisdom of this idea. It was true that Zira had amassed a fair amount of Scar supporters, but they weren't nearly as large as Mufasa's Pride. There were the hyenas, but they were another political matter altogether and he wasn't entirely convinced of their loyalty due to their devotion to food. The dark lion couldn't blame them for that notion. What else would they be crazed about? Being banished to the Elephant Graveyard would make anyone salivate over even imaginary food.

But the urgency that Scar felt was on a more personal level. He hadn't had the time to do it in a long while. After all, planning a coup can take up most of one's time. Babysitting one's nephew and his betrothed took up even more time. All Scar wanted to do now was take part in a much needed grooming session. The matted fur, sweat, and dirt were grating on Scar's nerves. He could've just groomed in front of the cubs since that's what everyone else in the Pride did, but Scar was solitary on every level.

Nala and Simba weren't doing anything particularly annoying this time around. They were wrestling with each other and not bothering him. That was fine. He glared at them as if it would make them vanish into thin air. He knew it wouldn't work.

The dark lion flopped onto his other side to avoid seeing them when he heard a continuous clacking noise. Wrestling doesn't cause any clacking noises.

"What. Are. You. Doing?!" Scar snarled not caring if he upset the cubs.

"It won't fit, Uncle Scar!" Simba duly ignored his uncle's irritated tone.

"What won't fit?" Scar inwardly cursed himself for even asking.

"This stick that we found. We're trying to build a pretend Waterhole back here." Nala vaguely informed the fuming adult lion.

Oh Great Kings above...He'd have to get up and see what the trouble was. He hated getting up for stupid reasons. And for a stick of all things...

Scar sauntered sulkily over to the two cubs. The heir to the throne was trying to push a large branch through a rather narrow end of the cave. The runt had the branch angled vertically.

Why did they have to build their fraudulent Waterhole in his den? He wanted to watch the pathetic spectacle. A vertical object would never fit into a space much smaller than it.

He watched as Simba turned the branch to a horizontal position. He couldn't help the amused snort that escaped him.

"Uncle Scar, why won't it go in? It's smaller than the hole!"

'The size isn't the problem, it's the angle. But even if they did manage to get the branch in there, the area of the cave is too small for all of them to fit! Stupidity can be great entertainment!' Scar nearly blurted his thoughts aloud.

"You're a smart kid, Simba. I'm sure you'll figure something out. Show me what you can come up with!"

Faked enthusiasm is amazingly effective when used on cubs. He still wanted to groom, but the show being put on in front of him was too good. His fur could wait.

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A/N: I hope that you enjoyed! :-)