Well, with an idle mind readily available, thought I'd try the following. Apologies to "The Lion
King," "Casablanca," and 1930's foreign legion movies:
     
     Place: The Pridelands
     Time: the present

[In the Blue Parrot Cafe, on the corner of Sidney and Green Streets. Nala
sits at a table, two bottles and a glass in front her. Next to her at the
piano is Timon, playing "As Time Goes By."]

Timon: Whaddya drinkin' tonight, sister?
Nala: Scotch, neat.
Timon: Ahhh, with a bourbon chaser, I see [continues playing piano].
Nala: [sighs] He's been gone, what, six months now? Disappeared without a
trace. [drinks] Wish I knew what happened to him. Hey, play that song for
me again, will you Timon?
Timon: Aw, c'mon now, you don't wanna hear that tune again, do ya? You 
know what that song does to you when you hear it.
Nala: You used to play it for him, now you can play it for me. If he 
could listen to it, so can I. [drinks] Play it.
Timon: OK sister, whatever you say [plays "Can You Feel the Love
Tonight"]. 
Nala: [drinks] Of all the gin joints in all the world, I wish he'd walk 
into this one....
[Simba suddenly bursts in and looks around anxiously]
Simba: Nala! Is it really you?
Nala: [surprised] I don't believe it! You've come back. What happened to
you? Where have you been all this time? [pauses] I've really missed you,
you know....
Simba: It was the strangest thing. I got caught by circus hunters and
somehow got sold to the commander of a Foreign Legion post. I tried to
escape, but got caught. As punishment, they stuck me in laundry detail
with two bozos named....Laurel and....what was that fat guy's name? 
Harding? Harvey? A couple of real bohunks, anyway. But then I fell in with
a couple of swell guys in the squadron, some American named Rick and this
Frenchman, Louie--well, that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship,
let me tell you. The French guy was gonna help me escape, but Rick said,
"Not so fast, Louie. I know somebody with connections." They introduced 
me to this guy, Private Geste; he snuck me out of camp and got me onto a
freight car running back to the edge of the Pridelands.
Nala: [apprehensive] What if them come back for you?
Simba: I don't think they will. I really gave 'em the slip. And if the 
worst happens and they drag me back there, we'll always have The 
Serengeti....
Nala: I knew you wouldn't just leave me [tears trickle down her cheeks].
I knew you'd be back....somehow....
Simba: Hey, no tears now. Here's looking at you, kid.
Nala: [sniffs back the tears] Let's go. We've got a lot of catching up to
do. 
[Simba and Nala dash breathlessly from the bar]
Timon: [annoyed] Him. Her. Alone....And they took off without leaving me a
tip in my cash jar, too. Carnivores, oy! 


Dave