Hide and Sneak

"Hide and Sneak" is the ninth episode of At Home With Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan written by MarioFan65. It was released on May 6, 2021.
==Characters==
*Timon
*Pumbaa
*Pat
*Stan
*High-Tech Alarm
==Transcript==
(After dancing with music from yesterday, Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan are in the kitchen, washing some dishes in the sick)
*Timon: Breakfast is looking fine for today.
*Pumbaa: It doesn't get old on cleaning.
*Pat: I can get used on cleaning, even if they gave me a job at a diner.
*Stan: You guys are okay having enough liquid soup to clean the plates, right?
*Timon: Yes.
*Pumbaa: Let's just wash them nice and neat.
*Pat: Okie dokie. Chokie dokie. *clean the plates with a sponge*
*Timon: Perfect cleaning. You guys are really going to make this house clean.
*Pat: Just add a little more water.
*Stan: I think we had enough water to clean the dust out of these scratches off the plates.
*Timon: Just scrub them out and they'll be clean as glass cups.
*Pumbaa: It's easy. They'll come out just like taking off the dust.
*Timon: Perfect and shaping.
*Pat: Just like the motto. Hakuna Matata.
*Timon: Ha. I'm proud of you Pat.
*Pat: That times two!
*Stan: Two is a lucky number. Heh heh heh.
*Timon: *kick a can on the floor* Ten times the soccer!
*Stan: Uno, como style.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Mr. Stanley, i need to have a talk with you.
*Stan: Already? What was i'm doing? I'm helping the gang clean up the plates in the kitchen in order to not be dirty in the house.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I just need to talk with you. Something has been going on lately with you and your friends.
*Stan: Say what? Am i in trouble for nothing?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* No. I just needed to have a talk with you.
*Stan: We'll see about that. *kick a can on the floor*
*Pumbaa: Good luck Stan, you're gonna need it.
(Stan went upstairs to have a talk with the High-Tech Alarm about current circumstances)
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Mr. Stanley. I am facing circumstances about you.
*Stan: Like what are you offering me? A credit card check or a ID check?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* No. You look confused, scared, worried. What have gone into you?
*Stan: Oh, nothing. I'm just chilling like a cool bro. You get the joke?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Ha ha ha. Let's hear a joke. Why did the chicken cross the road on 75 street?
*Stan: Cause the chicken forgot to scan his face for a job.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I didn't mind scanning for photo references.
*Stan: I'm just hesitant about it. I'm going to try to scan myself to see if i can unlock the features on getting out.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* 'Scuse me?
*Stan: *scan his face to the alarm* Scanning to test out my escape.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Uh?
*Stan: If i demand you to deactivate the security system at once. Then it's about time for me to go.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Oops. I'm sorry. I didn't find a match.
*Stan: Huh? What?!
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I'm sorry. I examine you to add one more to your body. Hold up your left ear.
*Stan: *hold his left ear up* Like this.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Yes.
*Stan: Thank you. Now i can get out of this trap hole at once.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Access is denied!
*Stan: What?! Come on! I worked hard to move everything i could to open the gates!
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* And your right ear?
*Stan: *hold his right ear up* Good. Now open up.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Nope. Did not find a match. Use your nostrils up close to the camera lens.
*Stan: Ugh. I'm not even going to bother. That's it! I'm giving up! I can't take it any longer in this terrible lockdown. Thanks a lot, Vinnie! You screw me up on the trip.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You don't deserve privileges. I keep telling you to hold up your left palm, but you didn't.
*Stan: Now you're asking me to hold up my left palm? Grow up!
*Timon: *come upstairs* Hey Stan, mind as well checking on the TV?
*Stan: I can't do it right now. I'm in a middle of a lost case.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* How about you bring your friends over to do the scan testing.
*Timon: Huh?
*Stan: I know what to do. *call out his friends* Pumbaa and Pat! Come upstairs! The alarm want us to do a scanning test out of your bodies!
*Pumbaa: *downstairs* What?
*Pat: *downstairs* That must be the voice of Stan.
*Stan: Come on down! We'll talk more when you get to the computer.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I don't want anyone going through the internet to try to shut down my system.
*Timon: Pumbaa and Pat are coming over, silly. You didn't listen?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I heard.
*Pumbaa: *come upstairs with Pat* We're here. What did we miss?
*Pat: Are you guys taking pictures and sending them through social media?
*Stan: No. Let me tell you the truth. I tried to scan my body to access the doors. But it wasn't working.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* That's because you're doing something wrong that you're not suppose to!
*Stan: What do you want me to do? Show me a picture of that teeny weeny weggie?
*High-Tech Alarm: *shocked* Excuse me!? You are not suppose to say that!
*Stan: I didn't say the P word. Trust me.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Swearing and profanity is not allowed in my house. Ever! At all times!
*Timon: You know this is not your house. It's the owners of the house which bought the house from the government.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I don't care about what the government controls. I want you to go do your scanning, right now this instant! Ugh, i really wanna shoot you like secret agents in the cabin.
*Timon: Eye aye aye. You're making me nervous. *jump on the desk* Should i step on you or throw you against the wall?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Ahem! Pat, drop the books on the chair.
*Pat: I'll do my job. *drop the books on the chair* Timon, i think this is for you.
*Timon: *stand on the books on the chair* I'm like the smallest guy on the group. Let's see what this alarm is made of. *scan himself on the alarm* Yeah. Smooth loose. Take this tail with you. *stretch* Ah, yeah. That's what i'm talking about.
*Pat: *see the photos of Timon's body* You got the ears, tail and face right.
*Timon: Alright. What should we do next? Reopen the house?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I do not find a match in any of your parts.
*Timon: What? You got to be kidding me. I worked hard on those photos. You're making me wanna do it all over again. Give me a break. I'm retaking them.
*Pumbaa: *move over Timon* Timon, i got this. *scan his body* Yeah. Feeling strong. Uh! That's more like it.
*Timon: Pumbaa, you were suppose to go close to the camera lens.
*Pumbaa: I am close to the camera lens.
*Stan: *see the photos of Pumbaa's body* Hey, not bad at all. Don't mind the hair.
*Pumbaa: I'm done. Can i go now?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Well yes. But actually no.
*Pumbaa: Huh? But what about our freedom?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I'm sorry. There is no match on any of your body parts. Not even the feed or the tail. I'm sorry. You failed the test.
*Pumbaa: I blew it.
*Pat: No! There gotta be another way around. Um, how about a selfie!
*Stan: Pat, the alarm is suppose to scan you if you wanna get the house unlocked like loot boxes.
*Pat: Pumbaa, move. I can handle it myself.
*Pumbaa: *move so Pat can get scanned on the alarm's camera lens* Good luck Patrick. You're gonna need it.
*Pat: *scan many times* Yee! Yeah! Come on. Give me a stand, give me a walk-out. Give me a P!
*Timon: *see the photos of Pat's body* You took like twenty of them!
*Pat: Please be the right match, please be the right match.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Are you sure? Let me scan. *scan most of Pat's photos*
*Pat: Good news, we're going home.
*Stan: Yes!
*Timon: Alright.
*Pumbaa: Way a go Pat! *high five Pat*
*Pat: Once the alarm unlock everything, we'll get our bags set up, repack everything we need and go on vacation!
*Everyone: Woo!!!!
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Uh, guys. I have to explain about this.
*Pat: Huh? What did i do wrong?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I scan all of your photos you take and you know what? They are invalid.
*Pat: What?! You mean like valid?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* No match in any of these. I'm sorry. I guess you're going to have to wait for a few years to stay inside until further notice.
*Pat: No! I thought we were going to get out of the house for free. You were wrong! *kick a toy block on the floor*
*Timon: Let's just try again with the four of us together. That would help.
*Pat: No more! *run downstairs* I wanna go on vacation, i wanna go on vacation!
*Stan: Pat, chill the max down! We're not going anywhere until the alarm reform itself to make everything open!
*Pat: I am not the governor. I am a free hippo being like a free animal in the life! *try to open the door, but get electrocuted by a door knob* Oh, what happen in here. *dizzy*
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* You cannot leave without saying "please". You lose! Good day sir.
*Timon: *rush downstairs with his friends* Patrick! Are you okay?
*Pat: Did we win?
*Stan: Pat. *hold on Pat* It's going to be alright.
*Pumbaa: *move his head on Pat* Gosh. You're too heavy.
*Timon: Quickly! To the bedroom.
*Pat: Where will i ever get the right to go on...vacation. *his eyes closed*
(In the bedroom, Timon, Pumbaa and Stan place Pat on the bed. An hour later, Pat wake up as he see a tray with bread and sugar cookies on the plate)
*Pat: Hello? What happen here?
*Timon: You're awake.
*Stan: You were out of control.
*Pumbaa: You really wanna get out there and enjoy some fun. But we're sorry you couldn't get out after failing to scan for the best pictures on the block.
*Timon: We did manage to find some loaf of bread. Also, Stan left some sugar cookies from last month and he has the sugar cookies right into your plate. I hope they don't go bad as the food in the supermarket's deli.
*Pat: Oh gola. Bread and sugar cookies. *eat the food*
*Timon: Are you feeling better now.
*Pat: Yeah. Sorry i was a bit of a angry furious person.
*Stan: You're not that angry and furious to me. We used to have classes where teachers are acting like stricted people.
*Pat: They don't deserve the job.
*Stan: I know they don't.
*Timon: We need pour some water to your help. We should have made you a banana smoothie. But we don't have any banana and strawberries left to make some smoothies for the four of us since we're ate the whole food chain from the other day.
*Pat: *grab a cup of water* Oh man. I'll go with water until we get out of the house for some grocery. *drink water* Ah, yeah. I'm much better.
*Pumbaa: Let's play a little something.
*Pat: Didn't we play the longest board game in the world during our first day of lockdown?
*Stan: We'll play something else. Come over to the attic where we discuss our games to play.
*Pat: I'll be there.
*Timon: Watch your steps. Your feet got squished when we try to lift you up like a bean bag.
*Pat: I'll watch my step like a crow.
(At the attic, Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan sit on the boxes to discuss some games to play in the house)
*Timon: Does anyone have a quarter to flip?
*Pumbaa: Are we going to play flipping coins?
*Timon: No. We didn't discuss yet. I need answers.
*Pat: Oh, i'm listening.
*Stan: Can we play a game all about hiding.
*Timon: What about it? You want us to hide and hit a whack-a-mole on us?
*Stan: No. Hide and go sneak.
*Timon: Hide and seek?
*Stan: Hide. And. Sneak!
*Timon: Hide and sneak? I like it. *notice something* Did you say Hide and sneak?
*Stan: Yeah. This is the part where we escape the house a second time!
*Pat: I wanna play hide and sneak! I knew one of us is going to break out of the house first!
*Pumbaa: Except. One of us gotta stay until someone tries and find a department to take down the house.
*Pat: No one is going to sell the house until the alarm is turn off and put it away!
*Timon: You wanna play a game about sneaking? Fine. We'll play hide and sneak. But one of you guys gotta hide and sneak out of the house.
*Pat: I don't get it. Can you rephrase it.
*Timon: Never mind. We'll play regular hide and sneak.
*Pat: Okay. Regular hide and seek, here we come.
*Timon: Who want to start counting? Anyone?
*Pat: Um. I'll go second.
*Pumbaa: I'll save it for the end.
*Stan: But you can't save it for the end. We gotta start playing now.
*Timon: I'll count, you go hide.
*Pumbaa: We will.
*Pat: Ready or not, here we go.
*Timon: Wait! I haven't even start counting.
*Pat: I thought we were suppose to hide and then, you go seek for us.
*Stan: That's not how Hide and Seek works! Timon, show us how it done.
*Timon: Okay. I'll start the counting. One, two.
*Stan: Close your eyes. Don't be a Pat.
*Pat: *annoyed* 'Scuse me.
*Stan: *resign* Well, sorry about that.
*Timon: *head down on the box* I can count now. One, two, three, four.
*Pumbaa: Let's hide.
*Pat: Here we go.
*Stan: Right behind you.
*Timon: Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. *head up* Ready or not. Here i come. *curious* Pat, Stan, Pumbaa. Anyone? Oh well. I knew i was going to put up Hide and Sneak. But now it is my chance to sneak out of the house for real!
*High-Tech Alarm: *the cameras show where the gang is hiding* Hide and go seek. They are so scared of me. Are they?
(Timon look around in the house to search for his friends. Pumbaa is hiding underneath the sofa, Pat is hiding close to the book shelf as Stan is hiding in the closet in the bedroom. Timon walk to the living room to search for Pumbaa and Pat hiding in one of the certain furniture.)
*Timon: Pumbaa! Pat! Stan! Where are you! Are you in here! Guys? Anyone? Nobody? Oh well. I better go check in the bedroom.
(Timon enter the bedroom as Stan is hiding in the closet, worried that Timon is here to look out for him as Stan respond to his little words "Oh... no." as Timon suddenly walk in the room)
*Timon: Stan? Pat? Pumbaa? Are you in here? I have been told that everyone is scattered to look around in places. I can't believe it. Guys. I know you're hiding. Come out, come out whatever you are.
*Stan: *whisper* Oh gosh.
*Timon: What is that noise? Where do i hear it from? I'm going to check in there and see if the guys are here?
*Stan: *whisper* No. I'm doomed.
*Timon: *open the closet to see that no one is hiding in the closet* Hmm. Wise guys, eh? I don't even see a thing.
*Stan: *hold on to the top of the closet and whisper* Woof.
*Timon: No one really hold a closet like this. *close the closet as Stan fell down the closet* What was that?
*Stan: *inside of the closet while whispering* Uh oh.
*Timon: Oh well. I don't hear a crack of a chocolate chunk bar. Time for me to sneak out! *run into the air duct*
*Stan: *came out of the closet* I better go tell my friends about this.
(Timon rush to the air duct of the living room as he take off the air duct cover and enter inside of the air duct)
*Timon: He he he. I'm finally getting out of here.
(At the same time, Stan catch up with Pat and Pumbaa from hiding)
*Stan: Pumbaa, Pat, are you in there?
*Pumbaa: Oh yes we are.
*Pat: Shoot. That was a snooze lose.
*Stan: Guys, did you hear what i heard?
*Pumbaa: We weren't there.
*Pat: You were hiding.
*Stan: Timon is going to sneak out.
*Pumbaa and Pat: What?
*Stan: Like no way. He's going to left us behind like we're stuck forever. Give me a break.
*Pat: I tried to open the doors and windows, but they got electric power in them.
*Stan: That's what happen when the alarm took everything under control of a household.
*Pumbaa: Why don't you guys sell the house and move to another house?
*Stan: No i can't. I can't sell the house to another owner with a alarm that can lock the person us and breathe with the last of their breath without food and water with the lack of support. We gotta stop this alarm from locking us like slaves!
*Pumbaa: *see the air duct open* Hey. Maybe Timon went this way to escape through the dead trap.
*Stan: How do you know? You're telling me Timon went inside of the air duct without knowing? Let's follow his lead!
*Pat: Thank goodness we're getting out of here!
*Stan: Come on. We're going to follow Timon.
*Pumbaa: Timon, we're coming for you! *get hit by the air duct* Oh no, i can't get in.
*Pat: I can't even reach too!
*Stan: We're too big!
*Pumbaa: Drat! How do we get ourselves stuck into this trap?
*Pat: Go into the attic! I know there's another way around.
*Stan: If Timon fails, we're following him.
(The High-Tech Alarm keep his eye on Timon on the cameras as Timon sneak through the air duct with Pumbaa, Pat and Stan reaching into the attic)
*Timon: I'm almost there. I'm coming for you outside world!
(Pumbaa, Pat and Stan look into the attic to see if Timon is going through the top of the attic through the air duct)
*Pumbaa: I know the meerkat gotta be in there.
*Pat: He's not going to make it.
*Stan: You know that the alarm has lasers to take charge us.
*Pat: That's the first time when i went through the lasers by accident!
(The High-Tech Alarm put on the lasers on the air ducts, fearing Timon to get caught by one)
*Timon: Uh oh. Gotta survive through the lasers. *dodge the lasers* Yeah. You can't catch me laser. I'm the king! Yeah. I finally reached the end. *see his tail on the laser* Oh snap.
(The alarm siren sound is on, only for Timon to be caught by the lasers)
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Intruder alert! A theft has been caught by sneaking out of the house. You sir! You got nowhere to escape! Time to take you back where you were!
*Timon: No! Don't suck me up! *the alarm turn on the air with fast wind of air, making Timon hold on to the metal to prevent going back* Whoa! What is going on in here?! *blast and bump into one of the air ducts from the fast air* Ouch, ouch, ooh ooh ow!
(Timon crash into the attic from the air duct as Pumbaa, Pat and Stan move back to see Timon crashing on the floor after a failed attempt to escape out of the house)
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Thank you for going back to your place. You have a good day and a bad day, sir.
*Pumbaa: Timon, what happen?
*Timon: I failed.
*Pat: You failed to escape?!
*Timon: You're all right. We can't get out of this horrible mess!
*Pat: Timon, i should have killed you for this! You almost left us like you abandon us!
*Stan: Talking about leaving us inside of the lockdown.
*Timon: It's not my fault that i have to leave to survive myself to go back to the Pride Lands.
*Pat: There is no Pride Lands, there is no Pride Rock, there is no Hakuna Matata and there is no Hakuna Matata Falls!
*Timon: Sorry! I was just trying to find you guys.
*Pumbaa: You were sneaking out. I knew it. You left the air duct open with the cover off.
*Timon: Don't think of the air duct. I know what you're thinking. I was in a bit of a bad mood after all. Okay? Nobody can get your high hopes up that lead to another one of these bad days. *walk back and get hit by one of the boxes* Whoa! *a bunch of boxes drop after him*
*Pat: Timon! *take off the boxes and hold Timon* You okay buddy? I'm still mad about the escape plan you brought up without us knowing.
*Stan: *see a micro matter gun on the boxes* What is this?
*Pat: *hold up a micro matter gun* Oh! It's the micro matter gun from Professor Chi-Chi's lab.
*Pumbaa: No wonder why he left it in the attic while you guys were off the other day.
*Stan: No worries. I snuck into his lab the other day and took it from his sleep after i caught him from picking his nose during his work on making a supercharged stove.
*Timon: *get up* Why are you holding up a gun for?
*Stan: This micro matter gun can miniaturize any molecular mass. It can turn big, or small. Even micro!
*Pat: Like the Microverse?
*Timon: More like it.
*Pat: Why does it do? *shoot at Pumbaa to miniature him small*
*Pumbaa: Whoa! I'm a piglet!
*Stan: Pumbaa?
*Pat: Oh, i turn him small.
*Timon: Hey, how can he be small? Turn me small!
*Pat: Okay. Be careful what you wished for. *shoot at Timon to miniature him small*
*Timon: Ah! I'm smaller than Stuart!
*Stan: What about me?
*Pat: This isn't a prank. But happy birthday! *shoot at Stan to miniature him small*
*Stan: I'm a puppy...again?!
*Pat: Hmm, i wonder what this do? *miniature himself to a smaller size*
*Timon: Oh god. We're small!
*Pat: Uh, alarm? We shrunk ourselves!
*Stan: *overreact* We're small! This is a bad idea!
*Pumbaa: How are we going to turn ourselves back?!
*Pat: I'm smaller than the micro matter gun. Which means, we're forever small!
*Stan: No no no! This can't be happening!
*Timon: You're in a smaller world now. Act like we're in a bug's life.
*Pat: Who's the bug in here when you don't have a ant sneaking out of a ant hill and sneaking into a house like eating people's foods at a picnic?
*Timon: It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small, small world.
*Pat: Ah! It's like living out in a real nightmare!
*Pumbaa: Pat, this is all your fault.
*Pat: First you blamed on Timon, and now you're blaming on me? This is the worst month ever!
*Stan: *see a spider walking in* Not the curse of Arachnophobia.
*Timon: Da da da da da da da da.
*Stan: Timon, look behind you!
*Timon: What? There's no spiders or cockroach in here. Unless it's a grub. *look at the spider, feared as shocked* Oh no!
*Spider: *wave at the animals*
*Everyone: *scream and run from the spider*
*Spider: *chase the gang*
*Timon: Help me! Help me! Help me Lord Mufasa!
*Pumbaa: We're going to get eaten! At least, it's not Nala chasing me.
*Timon: Eat that spider! *kick dust off the ground* Well that didn't work.
*Pumbaa: *kick a ball on the ground* There is no way out of here!
*Pat: I don't wanna be a speck forever! *kick dust off the ground*
*Stan: You the one that shrunk us first! Thanks a lot without knowing that we were going to be mini as a grub!
*Pat: We should have used the micro reduction launchpad. But no, we're in a house and locked up for this lockdown!
*Stan: You blew it! *kick dust off the ground*
*Timon: I want my mommy!
*Pumbaa: And my daddy!
*Timon: Dead end incoming! *he and his friends reach the dead end* Oh snap.
*Pat: This is it. We are leaving this cruel world for nothing!
*Stan: Make the alarm kill the spider!
*Pumbaa: It's made of lasers. A laser with lights can't kill us a living thing.
*Spider: *walk close to the animals*
*Timon: This is it you guys. This is the part where were eaten like chicken wings.
*Pumbaa: We blew it for ourselves.
*Stan: Don't eat me. Eat Pat!
*Pat: No! You eat Stan first. He's the whining one.
*Spider: *giggle*
*Timon: Funny spider. You can't even handle a laugh for yourself.
*Pumbaa: It's too late. We're eaten for nothing.
*Pat: *feel the spider* Don't eat me, don't eat me, don't eat me.
*Spider: *about to eat Pat, but recognize Pat*
*Pat: Huh? Why are you not eating us. You're suppose to eat me. We're the food, you're the predator.
*Spider: *laugh*
*Pat: RoRo? Is that you?
*RoRo: *lick at Pat*
*Pat: RoRo! It's you! How did you came back to this place?
*Stan: RoRo?! I knew that spider was going to be your precious pet. This is the absolute worst day of my life! I'm calling the alarm to sell the house now, full of spiders.
*Pat: *play with RoRo* Sit down RoRo.
*RoRo: *sit*
*Pat: Good boy. Or good girl. The gender doesn't matter.
*Timon: Pat, stop playing with the spider and unshrunk us now!
*Pat: One minute!
*Pumbaa: Unshrink the ones you just shrink!
*Pat: RoRo, let's go for a ride and turn my friends back into small from big! *hop on RoRo and reach to the micro matter gun* Stop!
*RoRo: *stop and look at the micro matter gun*
*Pat: The bad news, it's big. How i am going to press through that chunk just to get my friends back into a big size?
*Timon: *hold a rock* That should do it. *throw a run at the micro matter gun*
*Pat: *see the micro matter gun press hard to shoot him and RoRo into a big size* It worked!
*Timon: Holy spider!
*Pat: Uh oh. *see RoRo moving on a big size* RoRo! Down here! It's me!
*RoRo: *cuddle on Pat*
*Stan: Ah! I'm going to have nightmares from this spider! Turn it down!
*Pat: *hold the micro matter gun on RoRo* Say cheese web! *shoot at RoRo to miniature the spider small*
*Stan: *see RoRo going after him and his friends* Not again! Hurry up Pat! We're going to be eaten alive!
*Pat: Hakuna Matata! *shoot at Timon, Pumbaa and Stan as they are now back in their normal size as him*
*Stan: *see RoRo walk away* And you're out.
*Timon: Oh my. I can feel my face.
*Pumbaa: We're big again!
*Stan: Thanks a lot Pat!
*Pat: Never using this gun again. *throw the micro matter gun against the wall* Stupid toy.
*Timon: What if we shrunk the alarm?
*Pat: Ooh, good idea. Wait, it's not!
*Stan: Imagine if we shrunk the alarm, imagine how he would react getting all that corrupted. It could blow the whole house up and we'll die right away!
*Timon: When a good idea turn into a bad idea.
*Pumbaa: Never again with the shrinking.
*Pat: That was a letdown, of course.
*Timon: Let's just take a break with the cards.
*Pat: Right behind you.
*Timon: Just kidding! I knew playing a game of cards would make me think again to escape after one failed mission from another.
*Pat: Learn your mistakes.
*Pumbaa: Never do something without us again.
*Timon: Okay! I get it! *walk out of the attic with his friends*
*Pat: Roll to me. *kick a ball out of the way*
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Never know your mistakes in the past. Learn from your mistakes or else, you'll be a failure forever!
*RoRo: *walk through the wall and wink at the eye, going up and ending the episode*
THE END
==Trivia==
*The title is a pun of the game "Hide and seek!".
*There is a hidden message in the title card on the air ducts. It's "Kick" as kicking is mainly the basic of the episode.
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