OK, so I decided to put an epilogue up... I got totally bored! This'll open the way if I ever come up with a good plot to use with the kids. Hope you like it.
Epilogue:
It was a beautiful day in the oasis. The two meerkat colonies had recently been joined into one by the union of Timon and Zuri, and everyone was happy. Even Timon's best pal Pumbaa has found happiness. Zuri's warthog friend Jina had also moved into the oasis and had settled down with Pumbaa. Life was good.
It was a few months after the union. Timon was sunbathing on a rock by the stream, napping. He suddenly felt a shadow looming over him, taking the warm sunshine away from his fur. He felt someone staring at him, making it hard to peacefully sleep. He knew who it was right away. In a groggy voice, he asked, "Is there something you want, Pumbaa?"
"Well, I was going to tell you something, but if you're too busy..." Pumbaa said, and then started to walk away.
Timon sat up, stretched, and yawned, "I was busy sleeping, but I'm awake now."
Pumbaa came back over and sat down in front of Timon, who let out another yawn and rubbed his eyes. "Well... I don't know how to tell you this, but..."
Timon started to look worried. He stood to get a better view of his friend. "What's wrong, Pumbaa? Is someone sick? Do you have to leave? Is someone dead?"
Pumbaa quickly shook his head, "No! No, nothing like that, Timon." Timon let out a sigh of relief. "Actually, it's good news."
"Oh, good news! Do tell." Timon leaned forward, resting his elbows on Pumbaa's snout and his chin in his paws.
"Jina and I... are, uh..."
Timon blinked a moment. "Lines that start out like that usually imply you're getting married. But I thought you two were already married, right after Zuri and me."
"We are married, but that's not the news. It's what you get after you get married," Pumbaa said, digging his hoof into the dirt.
"Uh... twenty-six blenders?"
"Timon, you're not trying hard enough."
"The honeymoon?"
"After that."
Timon tapped on his chin for a few moments and then he tapped his foot. The tapping of both fingers and foot slowed when a look of realization came to Timon's face. He then slapped a paw over his eyes in defeat. "Aww, Pumbaa! Before me?"
"What before you?" Pumbaa asked, blinking.
Timon took hold of Pumbaa's tusks and looked at him square in the face. "You're gonna be a father before me!" Timon paused for a moment. "That IS what you're trying to tell me, isn't it?"
"Yup!" Pumbaa smiled proudly. He then frowned. "Aren't you happy for me?"
Timon leaned forward, supporting his weight on Pumbaa's snout again. "Of course I'm happy for you, Pumbaa. But I just thought since I found a girl and got married first, I'd be on the way to start a family first. I'm just a little... surprised."
"You could still be first. Meerkat pregnancies are shorter than warthogs'."
"I know, but Zuri's not expecting yet... at least, I don't think she is." Timon leaned back and landed back on the rock.
"Who knows? She might be."
"I should be so lucky." He rested his paws behind his head and laid back.
"I guess I'll let you get back to your nap. See you later, Timon." Pumbaa trotted away.
"Later, Pumbaa. Oh, and congrats! We'll throw a party for you later!"
"Party? Yay!"
Timon watched him trot off, and then he looked back up at the sky. "First Simba, now Pumbaa. Oy..." He closed his eyes again, trying to relax. He then sighed when he felt someone else blocking the sunlight and looking at him. He opened them, furrowed his brow, and looked at the visitor. He then nervously smiled when he noticed who it was.
Zuri looked down at Timon, having her paws on her hips. "Am I interrupting something?"
"You can't interrupt what hasn't even started." Timon stretched out and yawned. "Did I announce when and where I was taking a nap today? Everyone keeps finding me."
"We know how you think." Zuri grinned and walked around the rock to sit next to Timon.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"I've got something to tell you."
"Yeah, I know. Pumbaa and Jina are expecting."
"Expecting? You mean THE expecting?" Zuri asked. She smiled. "That's great! I'll have to congratulate them later."
"We're gonna throw a party for them later." Timon then wrinkled his eyebrows and sat up. "Wait, you mean that's not what you wanted to tell me?"
"No." She scooted closer to Timon. "But it is important." Timon suddenly looked a little worried. "You remember our, uh, 'punishment' our parents gave us when we moved to the oasis, don't you?"
Timon stretched out again, "Yeah, they said they wanted grandchildren by spring... and I'm guessing you wanna get started."
"Well--"
"Hakuna Matata, Zuri. We've got plenty of time before spring."
"Timon, spring is only ten weeks away."
"So?"
"Meerkat pregnancy is about eleven weeks."
Timon gulped. He then relaxed and laid back on the rock again. "Eh, so we don't get the grandchildren in time for spring. What are our parents gonna make us do? Get a divorce? Ha!"
Zuri giggled, "I guess you're right. Either way, Timon... we're right on time. They'll be here by spring."
Timon absentmindedly nodded. His eyes snapped opened when he actually heard what she said. He sat back up. "What do you mean they'll be here by spring? Who's they?"
Zuri rolled her eyes. "Do I really have to spell it out for you?"
"Yes, please."
"I mean, the pups will be here by spring."
Timon gulped and pointed at Zuri. "You mean you're--?" He then pointed to himself. "And I'm--?" He then pointed to himself and her. "We're gonna--?"
"Would you finish your sentences, Timon?" Zuri asked, looking a bit annoyed.
"Sure, if I can remember what I just asked." Timon breathed deeply a few times, trying to remember what he was asking a moment ago. "OK, OK..." He pointed at Zuri again. "You're... with pup?" Zuri smiled and nodded. He pointed to himself. "I'm gonna be... a father?" Zuri nodded again. He grabbed onto Zuri's shoulders, pressing his nose against hers. "We're gonna be... parents?!" Zuri smiled and nodded a third time. Timon stared dumbly at her for a few moments, his mouth hanging open. Zuri stared at him, waiting for him to do something. He finally cracked a smile. "I'm gonna be a... oy..." he said as he fainted right back onto the rock.
Zuri blinked and pulled him back up into a sitting position. She lightly slapped his face. "Timon? Timon. Would you wake up?"
Timon stirred, reopening his eyes. "Huh? What?"
"Gee, you took the news better than I thought."
Timon shook his head to clear it and took hold of Zuri's shoulders. "Are you sure, Zuri? Absolutely, 'posilutely' 100% sure?"
"Yes to everything you said."
"You can't be! I don't know anything about--! Dad never--! I--! You--! He--!" He stopped when Zuri slapped him. Timon shook his head to clear it again and rubbed his red cheek. "What was that for?"
"I thought you were hysterical." Zuri furrowed her brow at him. "And you're acting like starting a family is a bad thing. I thought you'd be happy."
Timon gulped at Zuri's expression. "Ooo, mood swing," he mumbled to himself.
Zuri glared at him, "What was that?"
Timon held his paws up. "I said, I AM happy! Happy, happy, deliriously happy!" Timon flashed a big, cheesy smile, and pointed at it. "See? Happy teeth!"
Zuri turned away from him and folded her arms in front of her chest. "Nice try."
Timon's big smile quickly faded. "Looked too fake, didn't it?"
"Yes, actually."
Timon exhaled and rubbed the back of his neck. He scooted closer to Zuri and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Seriously, Zuri, I am happy. We both agreed we should have pups, but..."
"But...?" Zuri turned her eyes to Timon.
"But now that we know we're gonna have them... I guess I'm a bit nervous."
"A BIT nervous, Timon?"
"OK, OK, so I'm a nervous wreck. I'm a nervous TRAIN wreck. I don't know anything about having pups."
"Timon, you're not having any pups. I'm gonna be having them. And don't think you're the only one who's a nervous train wreck."
Timon nervously chuckled. "Yeah, we both have our reasons. But I'm afraid I won't raise them right."
"Didn't your father teach you anything?" Zuri turned back to face Timon.
"Not about father issues. He died when I was barely six months old, before I even started babysitting. Uncle Max tried to teach me, but... he didn't make much sense. I kinda dazed off thinking about lunch when he was talking about the birds and the bees, especially the bees part." Timon rested his chin in his paw. "I can just hear him now. 'I give your pups two weeks to live under your care, Timon.' How am I gonna know how to raise my own kids?"
"Instinct. And don't forget, you're not the only one who's gonna take care of them," Zuri said, poking Timon in the chest. "Unlike you, I actually listened to what my mother taught me about being a parent."
Timon nervously chuckled as he dusted his chest off. "I'm glad at least one of us knows what they're doing." Zuri giggled and then leaned her weight against him. "Any idea how many are in there?"
"Not a clue, but the first litters are usually small."
"We'll think of names later then, maybe in another month or two?"
"We'll see."
"So... spring, huh?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"I hope they don't come on the first day of spring."
"Why not?"
"Because that's MY birthday."
Epilogue:
It was a beautiful day in the oasis. The two meerkat colonies had recently been joined into one by the union of Timon and Zuri, and everyone was happy. Even Timon's best pal Pumbaa has found happiness. Zuri's warthog friend Jina had also moved into the oasis and had settled down with Pumbaa. Life was good.
It was a few months after the union. Timon was sunbathing on a rock by the stream, napping. He suddenly felt a shadow looming over him, taking the warm sunshine away from his fur. He felt someone staring at him, making it hard to peacefully sleep. He knew who it was right away. In a groggy voice, he asked, "Is there something you want, Pumbaa?"
"Well, I was going to tell you something, but if you're too busy..." Pumbaa said, and then started to walk away.
Timon sat up, stretched, and yawned, "I was busy sleeping, but I'm awake now."
Pumbaa came back over and sat down in front of Timon, who let out another yawn and rubbed his eyes. "Well... I don't know how to tell you this, but..."
Timon started to look worried. He stood to get a better view of his friend. "What's wrong, Pumbaa? Is someone sick? Do you have to leave? Is someone dead?"
Pumbaa quickly shook his head, "No! No, nothing like that, Timon." Timon let out a sigh of relief. "Actually, it's good news."
"Oh, good news! Do tell." Timon leaned forward, resting his elbows on Pumbaa's snout and his chin in his paws.
"Jina and I... are, uh..."
Timon blinked a moment. "Lines that start out like that usually imply you're getting married. But I thought you two were already married, right after Zuri and me."
"We are married, but that's not the news. It's what you get after you get married," Pumbaa said, digging his hoof into the dirt.
"Uh... twenty-six blenders?"
"Timon, you're not trying hard enough."
"The honeymoon?"
"After that."
Timon tapped on his chin for a few moments and then he tapped his foot. The tapping of both fingers and foot slowed when a look of realization came to Timon's face. He then slapped a paw over his eyes in defeat. "Aww, Pumbaa! Before me?"
"What before you?" Pumbaa asked, blinking.
Timon took hold of Pumbaa's tusks and looked at him square in the face. "You're gonna be a father before me!" Timon paused for a moment. "That IS what you're trying to tell me, isn't it?"
"Yup!" Pumbaa smiled proudly. He then frowned. "Aren't you happy for me?"
Timon leaned forward, supporting his weight on Pumbaa's snout again. "Of course I'm happy for you, Pumbaa. But I just thought since I found a girl and got married first, I'd be on the way to start a family first. I'm just a little... surprised."
"You could still be first. Meerkat pregnancies are shorter than warthogs'."
"I know, but Zuri's not expecting yet... at least, I don't think she is." Timon leaned back and landed back on the rock.
"Who knows? She might be."
"I should be so lucky." He rested his paws behind his head and laid back.
"I guess I'll let you get back to your nap. See you later, Timon." Pumbaa trotted away.
"Later, Pumbaa. Oh, and congrats! We'll throw a party for you later!"
"Party? Yay!"
Timon watched him trot off, and then he looked back up at the sky. "First Simba, now Pumbaa. Oy..." He closed his eyes again, trying to relax. He then sighed when he felt someone else blocking the sunlight and looking at him. He opened them, furrowed his brow, and looked at the visitor. He then nervously smiled when he noticed who it was.
Zuri looked down at Timon, having her paws on her hips. "Am I interrupting something?"
"You can't interrupt what hasn't even started." Timon stretched out and yawned. "Did I announce when and where I was taking a nap today? Everyone keeps finding me."
"We know how you think." Zuri grinned and walked around the rock to sit next to Timon.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"I've got something to tell you."
"Yeah, I know. Pumbaa and Jina are expecting."
"Expecting? You mean THE expecting?" Zuri asked. She smiled. "That's great! I'll have to congratulate them later."
"We're gonna throw a party for them later." Timon then wrinkled his eyebrows and sat up. "Wait, you mean that's not what you wanted to tell me?"
"No." She scooted closer to Timon. "But it is important." Timon suddenly looked a little worried. "You remember our, uh, 'punishment' our parents gave us when we moved to the oasis, don't you?"
Timon stretched out again, "Yeah, they said they wanted grandchildren by spring... and I'm guessing you wanna get started."
"Well--"
"Hakuna Matata, Zuri. We've got plenty of time before spring."
"Timon, spring is only ten weeks away."
"So?"
"Meerkat pregnancy is about eleven weeks."
Timon gulped. He then relaxed and laid back on the rock again. "Eh, so we don't get the grandchildren in time for spring. What are our parents gonna make us do? Get a divorce? Ha!"
Zuri giggled, "I guess you're right. Either way, Timon... we're right on time. They'll be here by spring."
Timon absentmindedly nodded. His eyes snapped opened when he actually heard what she said. He sat back up. "What do you mean they'll be here by spring? Who's they?"
Zuri rolled her eyes. "Do I really have to spell it out for you?"
"Yes, please."
"I mean, the pups will be here by spring."
Timon gulped and pointed at Zuri. "You mean you're--?" He then pointed to himself. "And I'm--?" He then pointed to himself and her. "We're gonna--?"
"Would you finish your sentences, Timon?" Zuri asked, looking a bit annoyed.
"Sure, if I can remember what I just asked." Timon breathed deeply a few times, trying to remember what he was asking a moment ago. "OK, OK..." He pointed at Zuri again. "You're... with pup?" Zuri smiled and nodded. He pointed to himself. "I'm gonna be... a father?" Zuri nodded again. He grabbed onto Zuri's shoulders, pressing his nose against hers. "We're gonna be... parents?!" Zuri smiled and nodded a third time. Timon stared dumbly at her for a few moments, his mouth hanging open. Zuri stared at him, waiting for him to do something. He finally cracked a smile. "I'm gonna be a... oy..." he said as he fainted right back onto the rock.
Zuri blinked and pulled him back up into a sitting position. She lightly slapped his face. "Timon? Timon. Would you wake up?"
Timon stirred, reopening his eyes. "Huh? What?"
"Gee, you took the news better than I thought."
Timon shook his head to clear it and took hold of Zuri's shoulders. "Are you sure, Zuri? Absolutely, 'posilutely' 100% sure?"
"Yes to everything you said."
"You can't be! I don't know anything about--! Dad never--! I--! You--! He--!" He stopped when Zuri slapped him. Timon shook his head to clear it again and rubbed his red cheek. "What was that for?"
"I thought you were hysterical." Zuri furrowed her brow at him. "And you're acting like starting a family is a bad thing. I thought you'd be happy."
Timon gulped at Zuri's expression. "Ooo, mood swing," he mumbled to himself.
Zuri glared at him, "What was that?"
Timon held his paws up. "I said, I AM happy! Happy, happy, deliriously happy!" Timon flashed a big, cheesy smile, and pointed at it. "See? Happy teeth!"
Zuri turned away from him and folded her arms in front of her chest. "Nice try."
Timon's big smile quickly faded. "Looked too fake, didn't it?"
"Yes, actually."
Timon exhaled and rubbed the back of his neck. He scooted closer to Zuri and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Seriously, Zuri, I am happy. We both agreed we should have pups, but..."
"But...?" Zuri turned her eyes to Timon.
"But now that we know we're gonna have them... I guess I'm a bit nervous."
"A BIT nervous, Timon?"
"OK, OK, so I'm a nervous wreck. I'm a nervous TRAIN wreck. I don't know anything about having pups."
"Timon, you're not having any pups. I'm gonna be having them. And don't think you're the only one who's a nervous train wreck."
Timon nervously chuckled. "Yeah, we both have our reasons. But I'm afraid I won't raise them right."
"Didn't your father teach you anything?" Zuri turned back to face Timon.
"Not about father issues. He died when I was barely six months old, before I even started babysitting. Uncle Max tried to teach me, but... he didn't make much sense. I kinda dazed off thinking about lunch when he was talking about the birds and the bees, especially the bees part." Timon rested his chin in his paw. "I can just hear him now. 'I give your pups two weeks to live under your care, Timon.' How am I gonna know how to raise my own kids?"
"Instinct. And don't forget, you're not the only one who's gonna take care of them," Zuri said, poking Timon in the chest. "Unlike you, I actually listened to what my mother taught me about being a parent."
Timon nervously chuckled as he dusted his chest off. "I'm glad at least one of us knows what they're doing." Zuri giggled and then leaned her weight against him. "Any idea how many are in there?"
"Not a clue, but the first litters are usually small."
"We'll think of names later then, maybe in another month or two?"
"We'll see."
"So... spring, huh?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"I hope they don't come on the first day of spring."
"Why not?"
"Because that's MY birthday."