Timon and Pumbaa stood on the sidelines, horrified by Simba's predicament. Their stalwart hero had been reduced to a ragdoll and was about to face off against two hippos. Nobody in the crowd would be mad enough to willingly stand up to that. They were both far to happy not being squashed by the pair of hippo wrestlers and they really wanted to see what they'd do to the little cub. For his part, the cub looked up at the two, silently hoping for a miracle. Pumbaa then began to nudge Timon with his snout.
"Hey, what gives? Whadda ya want me to do about this?"
"Simba is our friend, and he needs our help. I'm no good in a fight, but you can show em what for!"
Timon actively struggled away, but his oblivious friend pushed him towards the ring. "I can't fight two hippos, that'd madness!" Pumbaa just kept on smiling and pushing, ignoring the meerkat's protests. With a slightly more powerful shove Timon was flung into the arena, landing face-first in the sand.
"We haaaave a partner for our brave lion contender! Give it up for Timon the Terrible!" Timon blushed at his nickname, but didn't get to do much. He stood up and began shouting at the vulture before Michelle grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and carried him to the middle of the ring with Simba in her other hand. Timon looked back at Pumbaa, who was loudly cheering for him. The rest of the crowd seemed to be rapt with attention, eager to see the two hippos lay down the law.
"Now what to do with this one?" Michelle loudly asked. "We really only want to play with the prince... I'm gonna need to sit down and think about this..." She casually dropped Simba on the floor and dropped her big butt on top of him. With a heavy thud the cub found himself pinned underneath the hippo. Thankfully she didn't smother him completely under her butt, leaving his head free to breathe and watch what she would to with the little meerkat. Timon was begging for mercy, but it fell on deaf ears. Michelle's smile grew wide as she put his neck between two fingers on her other hand. She released Timon's scruff and grabbed his legs, pulling him like a rubber band. The meerkat's head couldn't slip past Michelle's fingers and his body proved surprisingly elastic, stretching thin. If she let go of his legs now, the meerkat would shoot away.
Michelle smiled, closed one eye and aimed the meerkat carefully at...
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