Out in the desert, Timon and Pumbaa have been stranded for a good while. They have had no luck in finding water o near enough grubs. "Are we ever going to get a life?" Timon hesitated. Pumbaa never spoke but was serious about finding water and food. He has been sniffing a lot of the rocks, plants, dirt, sand, and most of the hills and cliffs but has had no luck. "I'm afaird we are out of luck Timon," Pumbaa detto while turning to him- Timon was lying on his back sweaty and weak. "The desert is too hot and too large. We better have some luck finding shade." Timon suddenly grew weaker after hearing...