A discouraged warthog and his meerkat friend entered the Pridelands. "Turner," the warthog moaned, "we can't play in the high stakes poker game - we have nothing to bet!" "On the contrary, Wilbur," the meerkat responded, "the answer to our problems is there." Turner pointed to a dark maned lion with a white diagonal line over his left eye. "Sire, the meerkat addressed the lion, "congratulations on your ascendacy in your pride. We look forward to your coronation. As tailors, we take an interest in what monarchs are wearing. Why, we were just passing through on our way to attire another king - his coronation garments will be splendid!"
The lion began thinking. "Before you leave my kingdom could you perform the same service for me?" "Yes," Turner replied, "we would be honored. We just need some up-front money for materials." "Done!" "I assure you," the meerkat said, "our work will make your coronation a most memorable occasion!"
It was the final hand of the poker game. Only Turner and his opponent were left. "I bet all my winnings," the meerkat said. "Call! Show your cards." "Straight Flush," Turner declared. The meerkat reached out to pull in the pot. "Royal Flush," his opponent shouted. You swear Turner's jaw hit the table. "Mine, all mine," Gopher cried with glee. "Now I don't have to cook the books anymore or work for those idiotic brothers!" Gopher pulled a bag from under the table. He then poured the winnings into it. He slung the bag over his back and left the Pridelands, never to be seen again.
"What are we going to do, Turner? What are we going to do! That lion will kill us!" "Not to worry my porcine pal. I have a plan that will have us come out smelling like a rose." "Smell like a rose? All these years you made cracks about my smell - why didn't you tell me you could make me smell like a rose?" "Wlibur, the term 'smelling like a rose' is just a figure of speech. It just means we'll get out of this situation with our lives."
The tailors took the lion to the waterhole to view their work. "What is the meaning of this!" the lion screamed. "Sire," Turner began, "we only used fabric that can be discerned by the most intelligent. Don't you agree?" "Yes," the lion cooed. "Also," the meerkat continued, "this fabric enhances your personality. You'll see."
The day for the lion's coronation came. He paraded in front of his subjects, showing off his 'garments'. The "You're so wierd" comment would be appropriate but no one dare say it. Then the lion passed Zazu. "Sire," he said "has the sun poached your brain?" "No," the lion responded. "Then," the bird continued, "why are you moving so oddly?" "I'm just showing off my garments." Zazu scratched his head with his right wing. "With the exception of your fur," the hornbill continued, "you're NAKED!"
And that is why Zazu spent the second half of TLK in a cage of bones.