<Fade in on a typical New England street. It is a clear blue sky, and there are massive trees with brilliant oranges, reds and yellows that reach out and burn your eyes with their brilliance. As the camera moves down, an unusual fall wind gust blows across the branches of the trees and loosens some leaves which cause a massive rain storm of leaves. They collect at the bottom, on a sidewalk. Another gust of wind starts a whirlwind of leaves, and in come Timon & Pumbaa, walking next to each other, through the whirlwind of leaves, in awe.>

Timon: Have you ever seen so many wonderful colors? On a tree?!

Pumbaa: No, Timon. Why do you think it happened?

Timon: Pumbaa, Pumbaa, I don't "think", I know!

Pumbaa: Oh..why?

Timon: Er..because the trees made too much food, and the extra energy makes them glow with extra-bright colors.

Pumbaa: Oh. Gee..I always thought it was because of the *lack* of food.

Timon: Don't be ridiculous Pumbaa! How could these marvelous colours appear with no food?

Pumbaa: Yeah, you're right Timon.

<T&P continue to walk down the street and come across a tree with a little poster on it. It grabs Timon's attention because of the big blood-red letters spelling "Halloween">

Timon: <reading poster> Ha-ll-ow-een? Tri-ck-or-tr-eat-ing? What's this?

Pumbaa: It looks like free treats, Timon!

Timon: <waving his arms at Pumbaa> Quiet Pumbaa, I'm reading! It looks like..yes it looks like free treats are being given out! All we have to do is dress up as wierd things and we'll get free treats!

Pumbaa: Er..but what can *we* dress up as?

Timon: I don't know, we'll worry about that later..but why would they give out free treats?

Pumbaa: Maybe they have too many..

Timon: Yeah but if *I* had too many, I'd just store 'em for later! Hmm. I guess humans must do this. I don't think humans like bugs, do they?

Pumbaa: No..

Timon: So maybe they give 'em out as treats on Halloween to get rid of 'em all!

Pumbaa: But Timon..

Timon: Yeah! That must be it.. <starts to walk away, deep in thought>

Pumbaa: But Timon, won't human kids be doing most of this "Trick or Treating"?

Timon: <stopping, looking at Pumbaa suspicously> Yeah, so?

Pumbaa: Why would they give bugs, which humans hate, out to other humans?

Timon: Don't you see Pumbaa?! <Pumbaa shakes his head> Human kids *do* like bugs!

Pumbaa: Ooooooh.. <getting excited now> So what do we dress up as?!

Timon: Hmm. We need something that will make no one recognize us.. something that'll be totally unique..something NO ONE else will be dressed up as..something like..

<Cut to the pitch black dark..a little moonlight just about lets us see Timon and Pumbaa's costumes, who are dressed in very loose fitting young Simba and Nala costumes, respectivly.>

Timon: ..like this!

Pumbaa: But do I have to be the girl, Timon?

Timon: <quickly without too much thought> Of course Pumbaa, don't you think? Now put on your head, we've got some TREATING to do!

<They put on their heads and start towards the first door. Timon scurries up onto Pumbaa's head and rings the doorbell. A lady answers the door.>

Lady: <really sweet voice> Oh wow! You kids have nice costumes! <looks at Timon with the corner of her eye as if she is about to let Timon in on a secret> You're the best Simba I've seen so far! I suppose you'd like some treats? <they nod> Okie then.. <grabs a handful of candies and puts them in Timon's bag. She does the same for Pumbaa> There you go! Have fun!

<They walk off, looking into their bags, and the lady goes inside.>

Pumbaa: How did she know you were Simba, Timon?

Timon: <looking in his bag> I don't know, Pumbaa..hey can you see what you got?

Pumbaa: <puts bag on floor and looks inside> No..it's too dark..

Timon: We'll have to wait until later then..come on lets see if we can get some more treats!

<They walk down the street and come to where lots of other kids are trick-or-treating. Pumbaa stops, and Timon stops, also, still trying to see in his bag>

Pumbaa: Er Timon..

Timon: What NOW Pumbaa?! <looks up to Pumbaa, and then in the direction he is looking> Oh my goodness..

<In front of them are 10s upon 10s of kids all dressed in Simba costumes, running around each other in order to get their treats, and chants of "Trick or Treat" can be heard in the background.>

Pumbaa: I thought you said..?

Timon: Never mind what I said, Pumbaa! We need to get moving if we want to get some treats!

<Pumbaa nods and they zip off into the crowd, dodging Simbas all over the place to get the treats they want to claim "theirs".>

<10 minutes later --> Timon's bag is full, and wearily sits down outside the very last house. Suddenly he looks around and finds that Pumbaa is nowhere to be found.>

Timon: Pumbaa?! PUMBAA?! PUUMBAAAAAAA!!!

Kid: Shut up!

<Cut to Pumbaa dressed in his Nala costume. Next to him is one of the many Simba costumes.>

Pumbaa: <tired> Hey, Timon, can we stop now?

"Simba": Are you to talking to me?

Pumbaa: Hey! You're not Timon!

"Simba": Duuuuh!

Pumbaa: Timon?! TIMON?! TIMOOOOOOOON!!!

"Simba": Shut up!

<Cut to black>

THE NEXT MORNING

<Fade in on a little meadow. We can see Timon and Pumbaa's heads, lying on the grass looking up at the sky.>

Pumbaa: Timon?

Timon: Yeah?

Pumbaa: We're still bestest-best friends, right?

Timon: Er..

Pumbaa: I mean, you're not still mad at me are you?

Timon: <sarcastically> Oh no, of course not Pumbaa! I'm not mad because you told the police you had lost someone important who is dressed in a Simba suit. I'm not mad that police came and arrested me with guns and with so much force I couldn't help but scratch the head officer. <camera starts to move back> I'm not even mad that we have to spend the next year handcuffed <reveals handcuffs> to each other as punishment.

Pumbaa: At least we got our bugs!

Timon: <sitting up suddenly> Of course! The treats! <starts to run away, but gets pulled back by the handcuffs> Come on Pumbaa!

<They run off towards the bags they left back in front of the trees the previous night. Timon takes the first bag and tips it up.>

Pumbaa: What's this?!

Timon: It looks like..Snickers..M&Ms..and KitKats..

Pumbaa: What are they?

Timon: I don't know, Pumbaa, but it looks like we got short-changed AGAIN!

<Timon throws down the bag, and starts to walk away. Pumbaa looks at the bag, and slowly follows after Timon because of the 'cuffs. Soon they are walking next to each other. Camera takes an aerial view of them walking down the sidewalk.>

Pumbaa: Timon?

Timon: Yeah?

Pumbaa: What are we doing for Thanksgiving?

Timon: Why don't we treat ourselves to a roast beatle?

Pumbaa: <excited> That sounds great!

Timon: Yeah. <looks at the handcuffs> We just need to get these off in time..

<Fade out.>

The End.