Chapter #4Rafiki's Magic Powder by: Fig   The branches on the giant old tree rustled as a slight breeze blew through the area, only accomplishing blowing the heat around on the Savannah's surface. As the sun baked the land, the tree provided a minute amount of relief from the burning orb. A few grasses around the massive base of the gnarled tree provided cover for the reddish brown plump warthog that stared upward with a worried look on his bumpy face.
"Errr, Timon? You don't think he'll notice we've been here, do you?" the warthog humbly asked as several trinkets tumbled from the high branches and landed nearby.
"I don't know what..." the meerkat hollered tossing a few bowls and branches down "...you're talking about Pumbaa!"
"Well it's just that...er...you seem to be making quite a mess..." Pumbaa looked at the increasingly large pile of the mandrill's possessions at his hoofs.
"Got it!" Pumbaa's attention was quickly drawn upward once more as the slender meerkat lept from the branches above and seemed to bounce off the trunk until he landed onto Pumbaa's back.
"Got what?" Pumbaa attempted to turn his head to see Timon.
"This!" the meerkat held out a large, clearly halved coconut, he removed the top and within was a pile of glittering red powder. "That old mook was holding out somethin' great! Let me tell ya Pumbaa, you and me are gonna eat like KINGS!" the meerkat practically danced on Pumbaa's back.
"And you're sure Rafiki wont mind us using it?"
"Ah what does that old monkey know? He'll never miss it! You should've seen all the things he had up there, quite a pig really..." Pumbaa looked disgruntled at the remark, kicking some of the 'things' that littered the base of the tree "I think I've seen it." he said in a grumble. Timon capped the coconut once more and held it tight to his skinny body, the look of excitement clearly in his eyes. He kicked his heels against Pumbaa's chubby sides and yelled "Let's go get us some grub!"
And with that, the duo were kicking up dust, putting more and more distance between them and Rafiki's home tree.
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Timon and Pumbaa then did what they did best, gathering all manner of insects to gorge on, grabbing fat grubs, large beetles, digging in logs, in the trees, under rocks for any bounty they might provide. Pumbaa wanted nothing more than to slurp down the goods right away, but Timon was adamant they wait...an odd thing for the meerkat to say, of this the warthog was sure. Over the course of an hour the two had amassed a large pile of writhing, squirming insects, a beautiful sight for either of the healthy eaters.
"Oh boy Timon, NOW can we eat them?" Pumbaa licked his lips, leaving a few strands of drool to spill to the ground.
"Not JUST yet my portly pal! Just watch and learn!" Timon said, rubbing his grubby paws together. He pulled the coconut they'd looted close, turning the top and pulling it free, revealing the pile of powder once more. Pumbaa couldn't help but stare at it with wonder, though his eyes darted back at the pile of food he had to work so hard for as well. Timon patted his furry knees as he sat up and stepped over to the pile, grabbing a red beetle free and held it between his thumb and forefinger. "This, Pumbaa, is why it was worth the wait!" And with that, Timon took a pinch of the powder and sprinkled it liberally on the bug.
Timon's grin began to stretch across his face as the bug squirmed in his grasp, Pumbaa moved in close and stared the morsel down, wanting nothing more than to just EAT it than watch anything else right now. Suddenly the bug surged in size, larger at first, then a second spurt and the bug appeared to be getting FATTER as well. Timon's finger grasp turned into a cupped palm, and after two more surges the meerkat had both his hands holding on to the grotesquely swollen beetle.
"T-Timon!"
"Hee heeee, just watch Pumbaa!" Timon's arms shook as the bug inflated before their eyes, the red carapace seemed unable to spread with the body, it's entire body spreading apart at the seams allowing it to take on the appearance of a swollen, pulsating milky colored mass. Finally Timon was forced to drop the once small insect, it bounced on the ground and quivered into place. Timon shivered and hugged the him-sized ball of insect. Tiny legs faught against the air as Timon's face sunk into the milky mass. The meerkat licked it over, smacking his lips and then showing Pumbaa up with a "Ta da!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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