['Guatemala Malarkey', last lines]
Pumbaa: [after finding a worthless treasure, confused] Uh, Timon, is that the prized jewel-encrusted and supposedly worth-a-lot-of-money glorious golden fruit fly?
Timon: [nervously, sensing his anger] Uh, yep.
Pumbaa: [gets angry] You mean to tell me that we went through all of that and this is it?
Timon: [nods, begins to go afraid] Uh-huh...
Pumbaa: [gangs up on Timon] And how much exactly would you say it is approximately worth?
Timon: [gulps in fear] Uh, with or without the caramel corn?
[Pumbaa still goes angry as he continues ganging up on Timon to the wall]
Timon: Now, now, now, Pumbaa, settle down! You know, I forgot to tell you earlier. There is one thing that I'm very, very afraid of.
Pumbaa: And what is that?
Timon: An angry warthog!
[Timon screams as the screen irises out]