Ma then brought Timon to Uncle Max with Y/N and presented her idea to him...and he reacted just as Y/N predicted.

"Timon the sentry?! Why don't you save the hyenas the trouble and kill me now?! Just kill me now!" Max pleaded.

"He has a point," Timon commented.

"All you have to do is watch for hyenas and yell if you see one. Look at Iron Joe," Ma informed.

They all looked to see a meerkat, who had ragged fur and was paranoid.

"Don't close your eyes! Don't look away! Somebody's got to guard us! Somebody's gotta protect us!" he panicked as two other meerkats carried him off.

"Well, now I'm convinced," Timon remarked sarcastically.

"But you don't get as freaked out by things as much as him," Y/N replied.

"True," Timon agreed.

"Listen, it's outside, up in the breeze, under the wide open sky. Isn't that what you want?" Ma asked her son then pointed out to Uncle Max, "Or maybe you would rather have him go back on the digging crew?"

"No!" everyone except Y/N and Ma shouted.

The four meerkats turned to the rest to see they responded the same way before clearing their throats and resuming work.

"Never have they been unanimous about anything," Y/N commented.

"Good, then we all agree. Timon, listen to Uncle Max. He'll teach you everything you need to know," Ma informed then requested, "And, honey, try to make this one work."

Uncle Max took Timon to a rock and went over what to do on sentry duty as Y/N watched from the other side of the rock.

"Scurry, sniff, flinch! Scurry, sniff, flinch! Scurry, sniff, flinch!" Max demonstrated then asked, "Good. Now, what do we do if we see a hyena?"

"Scream, 'Mommy'?" Timon guessed.

"That's right, mister, because the world out there is fraught with danger. Fraught, I tell you!" Max said, grabbing him.

"Oh, boy. It's the fraught fest," Timon mumbled.

"...rip us limb from limb," Max continued.

"Bravo, Uncle Max. Way to sell it to the cheap seats," Timon replied, clapping.

"Applaud now, sonny boy! But try clapping when you don't have any hands," Max said, grabbing Timon's wrists.

When he left, Timon looked at his hands in worry until Y/N gently placed her hand on his arm, making him look at her.

"Good luck with this," she said.

"Thanks. Hopefully I won't screw this up," he chuckled lightly.

"Hey. Don't worry about that. I believe in you," Y/N assured, making him nod with a grateful smile, then she added as she backed away, "I'll save you some dinner."

"See ya later," Timon responded.

She waved and left just as Timon got on top of the rock.

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