"Hey Nala," Simba said when the female cub emerged the next morning, then he got a good look at her and stared.
"Hey Simba," Nala replied, then caught him staring, "what're you looking at?"
"You Simba replied, "you're so fat."
"I am not," Nala replied, but she knew she was lying, "I'm just a bit chubby."
"You're, fat," Simba said, "in fact, I reckon you're so fat you couldn't race me."
"I bet I could," Nala replied, "I bet I could still beat you."
"You're on," Simba said, "race you down to the waterhole."
"Get ready to lose," Nala replied, but inside she was worried, she knew Simba was in better shape than she was.
"Ready," Simba asked when Nala reached him, and when she nodded, they crouched, "on you marks, get set, Go!"
The cubs were neck-and-neck for a few paces, but Nala's weight started to get the better of her and she began to fall back. Simba soon disappeared, but she kept on going until she was exhausted and had to sit down.
Nala knew she'd lost, but it didn't make it any better when Simba returned, and said, "give up fatty?"
"Don't call me fatty," Nala growled.
"Fatty fatty fatty," Simba said in reply.
"Shut up," Nala said savagely.
"Make me," Simba taunted, "come on fatty, come and get me."
With a roar, or as much of one as she could muster Nala charged at Simba, but the prince was faster, always keeping one step ahead of the light coloured female, till she had to flop down again.
Simba took full advantage of Nala's exhaustion, running on ahead, then circling back around to catch the female with a surprise leap, knocking her over and pinning her, "fatty Nala fatty Nala."
"Shut up," Nala said struggling, "just shut up okay."
Simba fell silent, but didn't let Nala up, and between the female cub's weight and her exhaustion she couldn't manage to dislodge the male cub, who was grinning at her.
There was a throat clearing noise behind the cubs, and then someone said, "is that really any way to treat a friend?"
Simba whirled, and Nala, relieved of his weight struggled to see the mysterious speaker.