The Lee King is a belived soonly film made by Walt Disney in 1994. It is the 32nd Disney belived headfilm and the fifth belived film of the Disney Eftbirth. It was steered by Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff, begotten by Don Hahn. Many of its songs were written by Elton John.
Throwbook
Scar – Life's not fair, it it? You see I- well I shall never be King. And you shall never see the light of another day. Farewell.
Zazu – Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?
Scar – What do you want?
Zazu – I'm here to bode that King Mufasa is on his way. So you'd better have a good offcome for missing the frealsing this morning.
Scar – Oh now look, Zazu; you've made me lose my middaymeal.
Zazu – Hah! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as an eahorse with a earake.
Scar – Ooh I quiver with fear.
Zazu – Now Scar, don't look at me that way. Help!
Mufasa – Scar!
Scar – Mm-hmm?
Mufasa – Drop him.
Zazu – Flawless timing, your highness. Ech!
Scar – Why! If it isn't my big brother coming down from on high to mingle with the meanfolk.
Mufasa – Sarabi and I didn't see you at the forthsetting of Simba.
Scar – That was today? Oh, I feel fully awful. Must have slipped my mind.
Zazu – Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!
Scar – Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa – That "hairball" is my son, and your tocome king.
Scar – Oh, I shall wean my lout.
Mufasa – Don't wend your back on me, Scar.
Scar – Oh, no, Mufasa. Mayhaps you shouldn't wend your back on me.
Mufasa – Is that a becall?
Scar – Mood, mood. I wouldn't dream of becalling you.
Zazu – Shame! Why not?
Scar – Well, as far as brains go, I got the lee's share. But, when it comes to full strength, I'm afeared that I'm at the shallow end of the strainpool.
Zazu – There's one in every mayth, har. Two in mine, in truth. And they always handle wrecking sunderly happenings.
Mufasa – What am I going to do with him?
Zazu – He'd make a fully handsome throw rug.
Mufasa – Zazu!
Zazu – And nar think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him.
Rafiki – Simba... Hmm. Ah hehehehe! Simba.
Simba – Dad! Dad! Come on, Dad, we gotta go. Wake up! Sorry! Oop. Dad? Dad. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad-
Sarabi – Your son is awake.
Mufasa – Before sunrise, he's your son.
Simba – Dad? Dad! Come on, Dad! Da- Whoa! You swore!
Mufasa – Okay, okay. I'm up. I'm up.
Simba – Yeah!
Mufasa – Look, Simba. Everything the light rines is our kingdom.
Simba – Wow.
Mufasa – A king's time as wielder rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.
Simba – And this will all be mine?
Mufasa – Everything.
Simba – Everything the light rines. What about that shadowy lough?
Mufasa – That's beyond our meres. You must never go there, Simba.
Simba – But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.
Mufasa – Oh, there's more to being king than getting your way all the time.
Simba – There's more?
Mufasa – Simba... Everything you see is together, in a nesh heller. As king, you need to understand that heller, and worthy all the wights, from the crawling ant to the leaping wildbuck.
Simba – But, Dad, don't we eat the wildbuck?
Mufasa – Yes, Simba, but let me aread. When we die, our bodies become the grass. And the wildbuck eat the grass. And so we are all linked in the great Trendle of Life.
Zazu – Good morning, har!
Mufasa – Good mirning, Zazu.
Zazu – Oversoothing in with the morning bewriting.
Mufasa – Fire away.
Zazu – Well! The buzz from the beed is that the lepards are in a bit of a spot-
Mufasa – Oh, truly?
Zazu – And the Dogapes are going ape over this. Sickerly, the olvendhorses are behaving like they're above it all-
Mufasa – What are you doing, son?
Simba – Upspringing.
Mufasa – Let an old skilled show you how it's done.
Zazu – The tick birds are pecking on the elpedns. I told the elpends to forget it, but they can't.
Mufasa – Zazu, would you wend about?
Zazu – Yes, har. The huntlepards are hard up, but I always say-
Mufasa – Stay low to the ground.
Zazu – Huntlepards never thee-
Simba – Okay, stay low to the ground, right, yeah.
Zazu – What's going on?
Mufasa – An upspringing teaching.
Zazu – Oh, ever so good. Upspringing. Upspringing!? Oh no, har, you can't be earnest. Oh, this is so heening.
Mufasa – Try not to make a loude.
Zazu – What are you telling him, Mufasa? Mufasa? Simba?
Mufasa – Hahahahaha. That's swithe good. Hahaha.
Earthhornkin – Zazu!
Zazu – Yes?
Earthhornkin – Har! News from the underground.
Mufasa – Now, this time-
Zazu – Har! Nightgangs! In the Pride Lands!
Mufasa – Zazu, take Simba home.
Simba – Oh, Dad, can't I come?
Mufasa – No, son.
Simba – I never get to go anywhere.
Zazu – Oh, young dright, one day you will be king; then you can wothe those slobbering mangy dwease wilders from dawn until dusk.
Simba – Hey Eam Scar! Guess what!
Scar – I hate guessing games.
Simba – I'm going to be king of Pride Rock.
Scar – Oh goody.
Simba – My dad nar showed me the whole kingdom; and I'm going to rix it all. Hehe.
Scar – Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping with glee. Bad back, you know.
Simba – Hey, Eam Scar? Whem I'm king, what'll that make you?
Scar – An ape's eam.
Simba – Hehe. You're so weird.
Scar – You have no begrip. So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?
Simba – Everything.
Scar – He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern mere?
Simba – Well, no. He said I can't go there.
Scar – And he's utterly right. It's far to plightful. Only the boldest lees go there.
Simba – Well, I'm bold! What's out th-
Scar – No, I'm sorry, Simba, I nar can't tell you.
Simba – Why not?
Scar – Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the wellbeing of my fondmost neve.
Simba – Yeah, right, I'm your only neve.
Scar – All the more sake for me to be moundly. An elpend graveyard is no lough for a young atheling. Oops!
Simba – An elpend what? Whoa.
Scar – Oh, dear, I've said too much. Well, I ween you'd have found sooner or later, you being so clever and all. Oh, nar do me one kindness, swear to me you'll never beseek that dreadful lough.
Simba – No worry.
Scar – There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And withcall, it's our little dern.
Simba – Hey, Nala.
Nala – Hi, Simba.
Simba – Come on. I nar heard about this great lough.
Nala – Simba! I'm kind of in the middle of a bath.
Sarabi – And it's time for yours.
Simba – Mom! Mom. You're messing up my mane. Okay, okay. I'm clean. Can we go now?
Nala – So where are we going? It better not be any lough dumb.
Simba – No. It's fully cool.
Sarabi – So where is this "fully cool" lough?
Simba – Oh. Uh, about the water hole.
Nala – The water hole? What's so great about the water hole?
Simba – I'll show you when we get there.
Nala – Oh. Uh, mom, can I go with Simba?
Sarafina – Hmm, what do you think, Sarabi?
Sarabi – Well...
Nala and Simba – Kindly?
Sarabi – It's all right with me.
Nala – All right!
Simba – Yeah!
Sarabi – As long as Zazu goes with you.
Simba – No. Not Zazu.
Zazu – Step lively. The sooner we get to the water hole, the sooner we can leave.
Nala – So where are we truly going?
Simba – An elpend graveyard.
Nala – Wow!
Simba – Shh! Zazu.
Nala – Right. So how are we gonna wend off the wallowfowl?
Simba – Oh, I know how we can-
Zazu – Oh, nar look at you two. Little seeds of yedding blossoming in the barelands. Your mays will be thrilled, what with your being betrothed and all.
Simba – Be-what?
Zazu – Betrothed. Meant for. Forewed.
Nala – Meaning?
Zazu – One day, you two are going to be wed!
Simba – Yuck!
Nala – Eww.
Simba – I can't wed her. She's my friend.
Nala – Yeah. It'd be too weird.
Zazu – Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two lovebirds have no kire. It's a wone going back knees.
Simba – Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.
Zazu – Not so long as I'm about.
Simba – Well, in that fall, you're fired.
Zazu – Hmm, good mint, but only the king can do that.
Nala – Well, he's the tocome king.
Simba – Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you.
Zazu – Not yet I don't. And with an outlook like that, I'm afeared you're shaping up to be a pretty rueful king indeed.
Simba – Hmph. Not the way I see it.
Songs
Trendle of Life
Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
(Sithi uhm ingonyama)
Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
(Sithi uhm ingonyama)
(Ingonyama)
Siyo Nqoba
(Ingonyama)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
(Sitha ngqwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
(Eshe!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
(Eshe!)
From the day we come onto the tungle
And, blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun welting high
Through the bright hurstblue sky
Keeps great and small on the endless bound
It's the Trendle of Life
And it drives us all
Through forthought and hope
Through lief and love
Till we find our lough
On the path unwinding
In the Trendle
The Trendle of Life
It's the Trendle of Life
And it drives us all
Through forthought and hope
Through lief and love
Till we find our lough
On the path unwinding
In the Trendle
The Trendle of Life
I Nar Can't Bide to Be King
I'm gonna be a mighty king
So foes should all beware
Well I've never seen a king of wights
With oh so little hair
I'm gonna be the mane befall
Like no king was before
I'm brusting up on looking down
I'm working on my roar!
Thus far a rather unbeghasting thing
Oh I nar can't bide to be king
(You've a rather long way to go, young har, if you think-)
No one saying, "do this"
(Now when I said that, I-)
No one saying, "be there"
(What I meant was-)
No one saying, "stop that"
(Look, what you don't wit is-)
No one saying, "see here"
(Now see here!)
Free to run about all day
(Well that's thoroughly out)
Free to do it all my way
I think it's time that you and I
Drew up a heart to heart
Kings don't need the rede
Of little hornbills for a start
If this is where the kingdom will be headed
Tell me out
Out of theenest
Out of Wendelland
I wouldn't hang about
This child is getting wildly out of wing
Oh, I nar can't bide to be king
Everybody look left
Everybody look right
Everywhere you look I'm
Standing in the spotlight
(Not yet!)
Let every wight nar go for broke and sing
Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing
It's gonna be King Simba's neatest fling
Oh, I nar can't bide to be king
Oh, I nar can't bide to be king
Oh, I nar can't bide to be king