Part of Your World (Kilala version)

It was a small cavern of human objects. There were thousands of human objects everywhere!

"Kilala, are you okay?" Simba asked.

"Tell us what is wrong." Flower said, "And why do you look so sad?"

Kilala was lying on a rock in the center of the room, frowning, and turning the dinglehopper around in her hands.

"If only I could make him understand." she said sadly, "I just don't see things the way he does."

Secretary Bird covered his beak to prevent himself from screaming, or maybe from fainting. No, he still felt like fainting. His eyes grew wider every second he listened to the private conversation. He and, well, every other fish in the sea knew about the little mermaid's fascination with humans but he didn't expect it to go to this level of obsession.

"I don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things - could be bad." Kilala went on.

Secretary Bird quickly reined in his shock as he peered around a harp ready to give that girl a talking to as she began to sing.

Kilala: *Look at this stuff*
*Isn't it neat?*
*Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?*

She put her dinglehopper in a candlestick holder and began to look around her cave.

Kilala: *Wouldn't you think I'm the girl?*
*The girl who has everything?*
*Look at this trove*
*Treasures untold*
*How many wonders can one cavern hold?*
*Lookin' around here you'd think*
*Sure, she's got everything*

She swam up a bit to one of the clock pendants and swung them.

Kilala: *I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty*
*I've got whozits and whatzits galore*

Secretary Bird looked through a pair of glasses. He thought they were weird. Kilala got a little box of more treasures and showed them to Simba and Flower.

Kilala: *You want thingamabobs?*
*I got twenty*

She set the box aside and put her forehead down on another rock.

Kilala: *But who cares?*
*No big deal*
*I want more*

Secretary Bird looked at her in confusion. What more could she possibly want? Hasn't she had enough of this...whatever stuff she has in her cave? Kilala sighed as she looked at a music box of a human couple dancing.

Kilala: *I wanna be where the people are*
*I wanna see*
*Wanna see 'em dancin'*
*Walkin' around on those-*
*Whad'ya call 'em? Oh, feet*

Flower giggled when Kilala tickled his fins. Daffy just simply rolled his eyes. "Humph! Girls!"

Kilala, Simba, and Flower swam around the grotto.

Kilala: *Flippin' your fins you don't get too far*
*Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'*
*Strollin' along down a-*
*What's that word again? Street*

Simba, Flower, and Kilala swam up further north toward the grotto.

Kilala: *Up where they walk*
*Up where they run*
*Up where they stay all day in the sun*
*Wanderin' free*
*Wish I could be*
*Part of that world*

Secretary Bird saw his exaggerated reflection in a glass object. He yelped and jumped into a lantern, shutting him in it.

Kilala: *What would I give*
*If I could live*
*Out of these waters?*

Kilala floated back onto the bottom of the grotto and laid there. So did Simba and Flower.

Kilala: *What would I pay*
*To spend a day*
*Warm on the sand?*
*Betcha on land*
*They understand*
*Bet they don't reprimand their daughters*
*Bright young women*
*Sick of swimmin'*
*Ready to stand?*

Kilala swam up again and came upon one of the shelves, containing her treasures. She pulled out a thick book and flipped through the pages. Secretary Bird panicked as he rolled around in a lantern.

Kilala: *And ready to know what the people know?*
*Ask 'em my questions*
*And get some answers*
*What's a fire and why does it-*
*What's the word? Burn*

Kilala swam up to the top of her grotto. She stretched her hand out as if she was reaching for the sky. Saddened, she slowly sank down to the ground. Simba and Flower looked at her sympathetically. They all looked up toward the top of the grotto.

Kilala: *When's it my turn?*
*Wouldn't I love*
*Love to explore that shore above?*
*Out of the sea*
*Wish I could be*
*Part of that world*

Kilala sighed. If only she could live up there, in the world above!

Meanwhile, Secretary Bird had still been rolling inside the lantern. Off the edge, it shattered, and Secretary Bird flew out and fell on top of a jack-in-the-box. Grabbing vainly for something to stop his fall, his wings caught a sheet, and he pulled it and all the other items stacked on in down. Simba and Flower hid in an old knight's helmet startled at the sudden noise, and Kilala gasped. "Mr. Bird!" she exclaimed.

The bird's scowl somehow got deeper as he was all tangled up in Kilala's human junk. There was a teapot on his back, a pipe in his beak, and he was on top of an accordion and all wrapped up in necklaces. He angrily spat out the pipe and fell off the squeaking instrument, dislodging most of the things from his back.

"Kilala! What, are you mad? How could you - what is all this?" he asked, throwing the human stuff off him.

"It, err, it's just my - collection." said Kilala.

Secretary Bird smiled warmly. "Oh. I see. Your collection. Hmmm." he said.

Then, he got angry again and tossed two last human objects off his neck, shouting, "IF YOUR FATHER KNEW ABOUT THIS PLACE HE'D -"

"You're not gonna tell him, are you?" Simba cut him off.

"He'll just get angry again." added Flower.

The lion cub and skunk believed she couldn't take Dijon's yelling anymore!

"Oh, please, Mr. Bird," Kilala begged. "He would never understand."

Secretary Bird calmed down a bit and smiled again.

"Kilala." he said, "You're under a lot of pressure down here. Come with me, I'll take you home and get you something warm to drink."