The Race to Tuliza

BUNGA: (Sighs)

KION: Ugh! Mm. (Gasps) (Groans) (Steps on loose rock) Whoa!

FULI: Kion!

MAKINI: Here, let me help you.

KION: I don't need help. I'm fine. Let's just keep walking.

FULI: Looks like Kion could use some Tuliza.

KION: What? I said I'm fine!

BUNGA: See? He's fine.

FULI: Makini?

MAKINI: Tuliza, coming up. Oh.

FULI: Don't tell me...

MAKINI: I really need to do a better job keeping track of our Tuliza.

ANGA: Out of Tuliza again?

(Makini nods)

ANGA: I'll find some.

FULI: Let's just hope Kion doesn't decide to roar before we get more Tuliza.

ONO: The journey through the desert has been hard on everyone.

BESHTE: At least nobody's too thirsty.

BUNGA: Thirsty? Water! Water! I'm so thirsty!

BESHTE: Uh, except maybe Bunga.

BUNGA: It's like there's a whole desert inside my mouth. (Pulls out his tongue) See? Dry as a sand dune.

FULI: Ugh. Put that thing away.

BUNGA: (still with a tongue) Kion. Kion. Wanna see?

KION: WHAT! (growls) Bunga!

BUNGA: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa! Sorry!

FULI: Kion, calm down. Bunga was just fooling around.

BESHTE: Yeah, it was just Bunga being Bunga.

KION: Sorry, everyone. Sorry, Bunga.

BUNGA: Hakuna Matata. I am pretty good at being annoying.

KION: Yeah. Come on. Let's keep going.