"...Lantka," the vulture says, grinning meanwhile. "This lady will redefine 'stink' for you. Just make sure you don't stop learning to soon." The vulture chuckles as he flies off, the trio glaring meanwhile.
"Lantka, eh? She won't be a problem for you, right?" Timon says. Simba nods with conviction. Simba crawls under one of the vines, heading to one of the trees, grinning with confidence. That confidence is quickly replaced with disgust as he something horrible. He fans the air in front of him. Some of the watchers even back away as the stench washes over them. Simba even tries to crawl away from the source, but some animals throw him back into the arena. Simba watches as a smelly wildebeest leaps over the vines and approaches one of the trees, grinning.
"You haven't smelled anything yet, boy," Lantka, the stinky wildebeest says. Simba tries to ignore the smell, and rushes at Lantka. He leaps at her, only to see her turn her butt towards the young predator. He can't stop himself, he screams as his upper half ends up trapped between her butt cheeks. The crowd laughs (except for Timon and Pumbaa, who wince in response) as Lantka shakes her butt side to side, brandishing the boy trapped in her butt. She shuts her eyes and pushes, blasting Simba out of her rear with an exceptionally smelly fart. He flops onto the arena, covered in terrible gases. Lantka walks over to him, grinning.
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