Room 429, Saturday Morning

[raspberryturk]

Timon Berkowitz was, as Timon Berkowitz always had been, a particularly sound sleeper. And really, one had to be, when one's bed was usually atop the backside of a snoring warthog.

The warthog had never minded, of course. Pumbaa had been Timon's bestest best friend for years, and nothing about that was ever going to change. Ever. Heck, judging by the particularly warm squishiness of his favoritest sleeping spot today, the little meerkat found himself waking up with a grin.

"Been packin' on the pounds again, huh, Pumb--" He blinked. This certainly wasn't the jungle. And he certainly wasn't sleeping on Pumbaa's back. "Huh."

Being a meerkat of great courage and loyalty, naturally Timon was terribly concerned for the well-being and safety of his misplaced buddy.

"I wonder what kinda grub they have to eat around this joint!"

... Mostly.

[Open like an open thing! Yes, Reno is Timon the Meerkat, from The Lion King continuity- But with a few tweaks. He's from the Timon and Pumbaa cartoon show, as Quinton Flynn does both Reno's voice and season one's Timon. And people can understand what he says! Hooray, talking meerkat!]

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[raspberryturk]

"I can do that!"

Timon could do that!

"What kind of grub does his majesty prefer?" A beat. "I, for one, am a fan of dung beetles. Don't let the name turn you off. They're surprisingly pleasant, and they have a very exotic tang to them."

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Prince Edmund scrunched up his royal nose. "Bugs? You expect me to eat bugs?"

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"Well, of course." Timon raised an eyebrow and crossed his wee little arms over his wee little chest. "Breakfast of kings, champions, and meerkats and warthogs, you know. Kind of like Wheaties, but without the nifty box."

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Prince Edmund paused in thought. "Kings eat bugs for breakfast?" he asked, then hastily recovered. "Of course they do. I knew that. Bring me the finest bugs in the land!"

[raspberryturk]

"The finest in the land! That, I can do!"

Timon didn't have the foggiest notion as to where he was supposed to start looking for the finest bugs in the land. He didn't even know where he was, really.

... But it certainly beat being stoned to death. Or whatever it was.

"I'll be back! With bugs! Only the finest, for royalty!"

A beat.

"Just as soon as I figure out how to open the door from down here."

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Prince Edmund rolled his dark eyes and opened the door for the meerkat. "I'm going to look around. Meet me back here when you've found breakfast."

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"Yes, sir!" And at that, Timon clicked his heels together and shot off a salute before parading his way out the door.

A few bugs in exchange for his life? Timon was on easy street, today.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Prince Edmund of Narnia sighed and stalked out the doorway, resisting the urge to turn the mook in the cage into stone. Maybe later.