OK, So I love The Lion King. I've loved it since I saw it for the first time at my gramma's in Regina, Saskatchewan and I loved it even more when I saw it live on stage. Amazing. Awesome. Superfragilisticexpialidocious. Honestly.
I cry and cry at some parts. And laugh and laugh at others, like the explanation about stars. It reminds me of my pesky-brothers-in-laws:
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you everything's about gas.
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