Life's not fair, is it?
You see I -- well,
I... shall never be King.
And you...
shall never see the light of another day. ... Adieu...
Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?
What do you want?
I'm here to announce that King Mufasa is on his way.
So you'd better have a good excuse
for missing the ceremony this morning.
Oh now look, Zazu. You've made me lose my lunch.
Hah! You'll lose more than that when
the King gets through with you.
He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia.
Ohhh... I quiver with FEAR.
Now Scar, don't look at me that way...
HELP!!!!
Scar!
Mm-hmm...?
Drop him.
Impeccable timing, your majesty.
Eyyccch.
Why! If it isn't my big brother descending
from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.
That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful.
...Must have slipped my mind.
Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is,
as the king's brother,
you should have been first in line!
Well, I was first in line, ... until the little hairball was born.
"That ""hairball"" is my son -and your future king."
Ohh, I shall practice my curtsy.
Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
On, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.
Is that a challenge?
Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
Pity! Why not?
Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share.
But, when it comes to brute strength ...
I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.
There's one in every family sire...
Two in mine actually. And they always manage to ruin special occasions.
What am I going to do with him?
He'd make a very handsome throw rug.
Zazu!
And just think! Whenever he gets dirty,
you could take him out and beat him.
