Pumbaa, Timon, and Y/N were sound asleep when Timon heard someone calling his name.

"Timon. Timon. Timon!" Simba called, which are Timon groan as he woke up, then Simba said, "I got to go."

"Go? Go where?" Timon asked.

"You know, go-bad," Simba specified.

"Oh, go. Why didn't you say so? Come on, let's go. When you got to go, you got to go," Timon said urgently as they headed out.

The next day, Simba was jumping on limbs of huge tree while the two meerkats and warthog watched.

"Young lion, get down from there," Timon commanded.

"Whoo-hoo! All right!" Simba cheered as he jumped to another branch then commented, "Man, you guys look like ants down there."

"Simba. Please come down," Y/N lightly pleaded.

"I'm counting to three," Timon warned.

"Yahoo!" Simba shouted while jumping, but the branch broke.

'Uh-oh," Pumbaa said.

"Pumbaa! Evasive action!" Y/N instructed.

As Simba free fell, Timon started counting.

"One, two-" Timon started, Pumbaa landed on him to catch Simba, then Timon groaned before Y/N helped him up, "Three."

Later that night, they were asleep when Simba nudged Y/N.

"Y/N?" he called.

She woke up and stretched before looking at the lion cub.

"Hey, bud. You need to go again?" she asked sleepily.

"No. I'm thirsty," Simba answered.

"Okay. Come on," Y/N said as they got up then she told him, "You know this means you'll be up again about two hours from now."

The next morning, Simba was swimming when he was heading for a waterfall.

"Hang on, Simba! I'll save you!" Timon panicked as he swam after him.

"Yahoo!" Simba cheered as he went over the falls.

Pumbaa then caught him with Y/N on his back.

"Whoa!" Timon shouted as he free fell.

"Timon!" Y/N shouted.

She then jumped down and caught him before grabbing a large limb.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. Thanks," Timon thanked with a relieved smile.

"You're welcome," Y/N returned it.

That night, the same routine took place.

"Timon? Y/N?" Simba called.

"We're going to get old walking across this thing," Timon commented groggily.

The next day, Simba flung Timon around on his paws, making Y/N laugh.

And then that night...

"Timon?" Simba asked.

"Aah! What have you got against the concept of a good night's sleep, huh?" Timon demanded as he got up and looked at him with tired eyes.

"Actually, I, uh...I had a bad dream," Simba told him.

"Oh, well..." Timon started then nudged Y/N as he whispered, "Y/N, wake up."

"What's going on?" Y/N asked when she got up.

"The kid had a bad dream," he answered.

"I got this. Just wake up, Pumbaa," she assured.

Y/N went over to Simba and gave him a comforting hug, which made him return it.

"Hey. You wanna talk about it?" Y/N asked comfortingly.

"Not really. It just involved my past," Simba answered.

"Ah. Don't worry. I got the solution," she said.

Then Timon elbowed Pumbaa in the side, waking him up.

"Uhh! It wasn't me," Pumbaa blurted out.

"Junior had a bad dream," Timon informed.

"Ohh," Pumbaa replied, feeling bad.

"I was thinking he could sleep with us," Y/N suggested.

"Yeah. That's a great idea," Pumbaa agreed.

"Nuestra Pumbaa, su Pumbaa," Timon did the same.

"All right!" Simba cheered as he got Y/N on his back then went to the guys.

Simba was then on Pumbaa's stomach while Timon and Y/N were leaned up against Simba.

"Good night," Simba started.

"Sleep tight," Timon added.

"You three are out of sight," Y/N went on.

"Dream of bedbugs tonight," Pumbaa finished.

He then went dead asleep, making Simba laugh lightly. He, Timon, and Y/N soon followed suit when Simba wrapped his arm around them. They were a bit confused, but soon fell asleep. They even snuggled up to each other as the night went on.

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