House Disco

"House Disco" is the eighth episode of At Home With Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan written by MarioFan65. It was released on April 29, 2021.
==Characters==
*Timon
*Pumbaa
*Pat
*Stan
*High-Tech Alarm
==Transcript==
(After a failed Housebreak operation, Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan are seen in the attic, getting up from the bean bags after their nap and check out a few items to pick up)
*Timon: Jeez, what do you got in your attic?
*Pat: We carry a few stuff in the boxes. Ooh, there's a squid toy right here.
*Pumbaa: Why are there paddle sticks on the bin?
*Stan: These are our sport equipment to go out and play. Inside, we play table tennis, ping pong and paddleball.
*Timon: Catch me a paddleball!
*Pat: *throw a paddleball at Timon*
*Timon: Goal!
*Stan: If it was football, we'll throw it against the field.
*Timon: But, didn't you said we're still on lockdown?
*Stan: Yes. Just saying if we were outside on the field, we'll throw a football like we're in the Super Bowl.
*Timon: Super Bowl XLIX is coming up in a few months. Who you rooting for the Super Bowl?
*Stan: Eh, i'm not a big football guy.
*Pat: I prefer boxing, like fighting robots and giant kaiju monsters on the ground.
*Stan: Those aren't boxing. They're fictional.
*Pat: So what? People have the right to like those fighting guys.
*Stan: Unless, it's not an anime type fighting thing.
*Pumbaa: With a one punch warthog! *punch a standee of Pat* Sorry.
*Timon: Ahhh!!! *knock down a standee of Stan* That's your face right here for bringing that alarm to the house.
*Stan: You put the blame on me. I'm the blame dog now.
*Pat: Ha!
*Stan: What? I said i was sorry earlier.
*Pat: I'm just joking. We all made mistakes. Remember the mistake i had when i brought in a double clone to the neighbor and forgot to turn it out before going out of malfunction and out of control?
*Stan: Yes, i remember. It was like a zombie out of you when you mess up the whole area. In the end, we have to erase the clone out of existence and let you work for the real time.
*Pat: Then you brought a clone to ruin it even more.
*Stan: Yeah man. I was also a screw-up. I wanted to get away with you for a day when i brought in a clone to do the same things. But we erase the clone out after Professor Chi-Chi brought out his big F-bomb on our faces.
*Timon: Ooh. Does it start with a F and ends with a-
*Pat: No! Don't say it!
*Pumbaa: *hit Timon* 'Scuse me?
*Timon: I was not meant to say it.
*Pumbaa: No profanity in this house. Ever!
*Timon: Whoa whoa whoa, you're trying to push me down, are you?
*Pumbaa: Of course not.
*Pat: *try to get something out of the big item box* Something feels hard. I can't seem to get it out. I need help you guys!
*Timon: Guys, help Pat pick up the item.
*Pumbaa: Stand in line.
*Stan: All together.
*Timon: From big to small, let's go. *join Pumbaa and Stan on holding Pat* One, two, three!
*Pat: Ah! *take out the radio* I am the king of the world!
*Stan: You did it Pat. You found a rare item.
*Pat: It's not a rare item. It's a radio box.
*Timon: You didn't tell us you have a radio the whole time.
*Pat: I wonder if it works. *try to press the button on the radio* Nope. Wait a minute, there's no CD placed.
*Pumbaa: It's not inserted. Find a disc with a CD before you can place it on.
*Pat: Good idea Pumbaa. The CDs must be in the other storage.
(The gang look into the CD storage to look for music albums to pick in the attic)
*Timon: There gotta be something.
*Pumbaa: We got a lot to choose.
*Pat: Wow. I feel so nostalgia for some music retro.
*Stan: Play me a song. We own like the whole collection of 90s music.
*Timon: Keep looking Stan. Maybe we found a song we like that we would love to play to relax ourselves from living in fear.
*Stan: There's always a treasure inside. Something that we would love to play.
*Pat: We don't have a board game to play today. Let's just find a song and play with it.
*Timon: That's what we're looking for, Pat!
*Pat: Oh man. Let there be a good song to find and collect.
*Pumbaa: Can you guys mind if we can find something good without talking?
*Timon: It's hard and impossible to search without talking like sneezing with your eyes open.
*Pat: *feel the CD disc in the box* I touch something sharp.
*Stan: You found a CD? Take it out.
*Pat: *get the CD disc* Ta da. I found the jackpot.
*Timon: What is it? What does it have inside?
*Pat: It's a disc!
*Timon: We finally found a song to play on the radio.
*Stan: We'll probably place it in a CD player, in likeness to a jukebox you see in diner places.
*Timon: Where did you place your CD player?
*Pat: I think we place it next to the book shelf and the drawer.
*Stan: It's in the drawer Pat. You didn't know?
*Pat: Oh, i know where the CD player is placed in. I have a short term of memory loss. I sometimes forget things and get confused what is on the thing.
*Stan: You have Attention Deficit Disorder, don't you?
*Pat: No. I'm very smart than a monkey's brain.
*Stan: Forget about it. Come on, let's listen to some tunes while we work.
*Timon: I wonder what work the alarm is offering us?
*Pumbaa: Maybe he want us to clean the floor and the dishes.
*Timon: Talk about a lot of safety smart lately.
(Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan went downstairs to the living room to look for a CD player to place the CD in)
*Pat: Where could the CD player be? Think think think.
*Stan: Pat, it been sitting on the shelf for so long ever since we bought it and place it next to the pictures.
*Pat: Oh, now i know where the CD player is.
*Stan: Do i have to repeat anything i say?
*Pat: You don't need to. I don't know why this house never have a map to look around.
*Timon: You don't need a map silly. I found a place i love without reading a map.
*Pumbaa: It seems you got great details in your living room. Look at the shelves and furniture. Really smooth for house looking.
*Pat: I always clean every day.
*Stan: No you don't Pat. You been sitting on your sofa all day, watching TV and playing video games while i'm off outside to do some chores.
*Pat: What i have been doing for the past few years?
*Stan: I don't know. You been doing something where i was doing some daily work. You tell me.
*Pat: Why do you want me to know? I've been digging my whole life through treasury.
*Timon: Like digging tunnels you say?
*Pat: I pick my nose every one and two hours when I get the itch on the hair nose.
*Timon: Oh, gross dude. Not on the nasal.
*Pumbaa: Well, that is not nice.
*Stan: How about you stop picking your nose and get to real work like cutting trees from the farm!
*Pat: I don't think trees grow on farms.
*Stan: Well, you got plenty. What should we do about you? Open up a barn and host a party for party animals in the country?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* What is going on in here?
*Pat: Nothing. Just nothing. We're just having a little moment here.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* What did i miss? Can you tell me?
*Stan: Oh, we were just having a moment, more like a conversation you say.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Mr. Stanley, i shouldn't told you this. You shouldn't be talking to the troublemakers at the same time.
*Stan: But Boss, they're not troublemakers to me. What were they doing the whole time?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Are they trying to annoy you again?
*Stan: No. Just, no. Can we continue with our business while you guard over the whole place?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Yes. Just, yes. Whatever. Also, you sound so clear.
*Stan: I'm clean and smooth as a toy poodle.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Have a nice day.
*Stan: You do my friend.
*Pat: That alarm is not my friend.
*Stan: Oh grow up Pat. That alarm keep control of everything while we do work and act like the alarm is controlling us like toys.
*Pat: I never like being in here when the alarm got everything under control. We're still stuck in the house and we haven't even go on vacation yet!
*Timon: Didn't we already had a virtual vacation on our own?
*Pat: Yes. But i feel like the whole vacation went out of place.
*Stan: Out of place? You brought up the vacation plan yourself. What is wrong with you?
*Pat: Enough. Just enough. I just wanna listen to music and that's it.
*Timon: Fine. We can chill while you go sit and act like a baby bum.
*Pat: I'm not a baby bum. You're a baby bum.
*Timon: Do i look like a five year old to you or a three year old?
*Pumbaa: I had my first gas puff when i was a young piglet.
*Stan: Being a baby is a lot worse.
*Pat: When we're born, we cried like we begin to live out with our entire lives.
*Timon: We had like toys to play with when we were kids.
*Pumbaa: *hold up a plate with sticks* I got some nice plates and sticks to play with.
*Timon: Ooh, nice reference to something we did back in the past.
*Pat: What does it suppose to mean? Checker mix?
*Timon: Wrong. You were not there around that time.
*Pat: What were we doing when we were in the house?
*Stan: All we did is chores. Don't you remember?
*Pat: My childhood is a bit of a mess.
*Timon: Okay. Let's go do the real thing on music. Are you ready?
*Pat: Yes we are.
*Pumbaa: Now start.
*Pat: All right.
*Stan: Uh, what we're doing?
*Timon: Ahem! The music! Play the music!
*Pat: Gosh! I forgot my phone in the bedroom.
*Pumbaa: Play the music on the radio. It's standing next to you the whole time we got here.
*Pat: Right. Sorry for the delay my best buddies. *play the radio with Khachaturian's "Sabre Dance" playing*
*Timon: Pumbaa, sticks and dishes.
*Pumbaa: Let's go. *hold up the sticks and dishes with Timon beginning to juggling sticks and dishes, while Pumbaa gestures toward him and grins*
*Pat: *bewildered* What the?
*Stan: You got to be kidding me. That's what the clowns do at the circus.
*Timon: How long you want to make them balanced?
*Pat: Boring.
*Pumbaa: It's just last few seconds.
*Stan: Just play something else.
*Timon: *stands with the dishes balanced on the sticks on his nose and hands, spinning* All right. I guess we cut away with the sticks and dishes this time.
*Pumbaa: You got anything for us to play?
*Pat: Yes. How about this? *play Offenbach's "Cancan" on the radio*
*Timon: Ooh, we like this one. *he and Pumbaa link arms and dance, grinning tensely*
*Stan: Are you guys moving your legs like a walk-in?
*Pumbaa: We're just linking our arms through dancing.
*Pat: That's it. Now i'm going to make something funky. Like hip-hop or freestyle.
*Stan: You mean surfing on freestyle?
*Pat: No. The song! *change the song to a Hip-hop freestyle mix*
*Timon: Hey, it's the song from our heads.
*Pumbaa: Let's tune it up.
*Timon: Here we go. *he and Pumbaa start breakdancing*
*Pat: Ooh, encore, encore!
*Stan: You mean, "entree, entree."
*Timon: Join some breakdancing. You'll like it on the dance floor.
*Pat: If it was a dance floor with changing colors, i'll join in! *dance with Timon and Pumbaa*
*Pumbaa: Come on down to the dance floor.
*Stan: I'm going to break up some dancing. *do breakdancing*
*Timon: *move from side to side*
*Pumbaa: *turn his legs back and forth*
*Pat: *criss cross* Criss cross, apple sauce!
*Stan: *do jumping jacks* One, two, three, four, five, jumping jacks!
*Pat: *spin around* I'm spinning like a tornado drill!
*Stan: *do a roll around* Wee!
*Timon: *do the flop with Pumbaa*
*Pumbaa: I'm flopping like scrambled eggs!
*Timon: *spin around and move his feet* We're funkin' like it's Friday Night!
*Pat: More like Saturday Night Funkin'!
*Stan: I'll funk in the streets.
*Pumbaa: Dancing in the floors!
*Everyone: *spin all together and end breakdancing*
*Timon: Woo!
*Pumbaa: Amazing song together.
*Pat: We totally rock the freestyle together.
*Stan: I'm so hippy that i could even get my own necklace with my DJ name on it.
*Timon: Hey Alarm, i know you're in there. How do you like our breakdance?
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Very good dancing. That's the form of moving around and moving your arms through an exercise.
*Timon: You call that exercise? We were just having fun.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* When did the last time you throw a party?
*Timon: Uh? I don't know. I never throw a house in their house before.
*Pumbaa: We had a meerkat party before in the jungle the other night.
*Pat: Stan, do you know when did we have a party the other day?
*Stan: It was no party. It was Lili's bunnies being drop-off and we have to babysit the whole entire time!
*Pat: How do i know? *get a flashback with Stan as the house is dark with a disco ball moving around with some party music as the bunnies hop around all over the house*
*Stan: *flashback* Hey, get down from here! You're gonna hurt yourself!
*Pat: *flashback* Momo, stop breaking down the vases. They cost money!
*Stan: *flashback* You're going to make us broke like empty people.
*Pat: *flashback* Enough is enough.
*Stan: *flashback* Just stop!
*Pat: *flashback ends as he remember what he and Stan did in the past* Babysitting stinks.
*Stan: Oh yes it does.
*Timon: What is the next song you want us to play?
*Pat: We'll just practice by taking our first steps on becoming a successful dancer.
*Pumbaa: You know. We're already professional dancers! We know the moves and we know the dance lines.
*Pat: Well, most of the dances you haven't heard of, i'm going to teach you right away. Starting now.
*Timon: I'm going to make you sweat like it's "Everybody Dance Now" all over again.
*Pat: Uh huh. Watch this. *do the L dance*
*Everyone: *do the L dance*
*Pat: Hip, twist. Woo! Do the gun show!
*Everyone: *do the gun show dance*
*Pat: Now do the squat!
*Everyone: *do the squat kick dance*
*Pat: Not bad at all. Now it is the moment you all have been waiting for. Combine the moves into one sequence. *play the techno music* Here we go now. Come on!
*Everyone: *combine all the moves and dance together on the floor*
*Timon: This never stop the dance!
*Pumbaa: What is happening to me?
*Pat: You're doing it! Keep going!
*Stan: Shake it my dear. You're going to feel the heat tonight.
*Timon: It all breaks into me!
*Pumbaa: Dancing, but satisfying.
*Pat: Wee!
*Stan: Fun fun fun!
*Timon: Amazing. Let's go do a song together.
*Pat: Okay. It's the rhythm of the night!
*Pumbaa: Play the song my dear.
*Stan: *do the backflip* Woo! Here comes another song. *play DeBarge's "Rhythm of the Night" on the radio*
*Pumbaa: Hit the disco ball!
*High-Tech Alarm: *open up a disco ball in the ceiling to move around* Here you go.
*Pumbaa: Thank you.
*Pat: Sing the song!
*Timon: It's showtime. *sing*
When it feels like the world is on your shoulders
And all of the madness has got you going crazy
It's time to get out, step out into the street
Where all of the action is right there at your feet
Well, I know a place where we can dance the whole night away
Underneath electric stars
Just come with me and we can shake your blues right away
You'll be doing fine when the music starts, oh
*Pat:
To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night
Oh, the rhythm of the night, oh yeah
*Pumbaa:
Look out on the street now, the party's just beginning
The music's playing, a celebration's starting
Under the street lights the scene is being set
A night for romance, a night you won't forget
So, come join the fun, this ain't no time to be staying home
Ooh, there's too much going on
Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known
We're gonna have a good time the whole night long
*Stan:
To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night
Oh, the rhythm of the night, oh yeah
*Timon:
Come join the fun, this ain't no time to be staying home
Ooh, there's too much going on
Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known
We're gonna have a good time the whole night long
*Everyone:
To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night,
Forget about the worries on your mind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night,
Forget about the worries on your mind
*Timon:
The music's playing
It's a celebration
*Pumbaa:
The music's playing
Everybody dance to the beat of the rhythm of the night
*Pat:
Forget about the worries on your mind, 'cause you can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light
*Stan:
Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night...
*Timon: Woo!
*Pumbaa: Yeah!
*Pat: Totally rock!
*Stan: We hit the show!
*Timon: Yeah! High five! *high five on his friends*
*Pumbaa: Great song. You rock this planet up.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Bravo. Bravo. Bravo. Beautiful and totally fit the genre of dancing.
*Stan: Not just any genre. Everything.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* I take it all.
*Pumbaa: Good work for everyone.
*Timon: Uh huh. And now, we're gonna relax.
(After the dancing, Timon, Pumbaa, Pat and Stan relax in the attic together as they lay down on the bean bags together after a whole long day)
*Timon: We failed Operation: Housebreak! But we cheer ourselves up with some dancing.
*Pumbaa: Dancing, yeah.
*Pat: We're better off sleeping.
*Timon: No. How about we stay up all night?
*Pat: That's my kind of habit!
*Stan: No! Don't stay up all night.
*Pat: Why not? Staying up all night at home is awesome.
*Stan: I wouldn't stay up if i were you. It's going to be bad for our eyes if we stay up too long. We'll have insomniac and we'll be lazy and tired with our bodies crashing down like robots. I don't wanna do that if i were in your bodies.
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Mr. Stanley is right. We're better off going to sleep with a nice resting body.
*Timon: *resign* Alright Stan. You win. We're going to sleep right away.
*Stan: Thanks for the tip.
*Pumbaa: Everybody go to sleep.
*Pat: Goodnight everyone.
*Stan: Sweet dreams.
*Timon: Ugh, i wish we could last the day any longer.
*Stan: Sleep!
*Timon: Fine. *sleep* You win this time Stan. Next time, i'm going to ignore you.
*Stan: I'm going to ignore you back if you don't follow my orders. *sleep*
*Pumbaa: See ya where you don't wanna be ya. *sleep*
*Pat: Guys? *see his friends sleeping* Oh, no worries. *sleep*
*High-Tech Alarm: *voice* Goodnight my little party animals. You'll be seeing some more creative differences tomorrow morning. *rest*
(The gang and the alarm went to sleep for the night in the house during lockdown)
THE END
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