Simba ran through the jungle, away from Timon and Pumbaa. Even though he still considered them as his best friends, sometimes even adoptive parents, but now, he had enough of them. Or rather, he had enough of Timon's lectures on Hakuna Matata. "For someone who tells me not to worry," Simba muttered under his breath, "Timon certainly worries a lot. He does worry enough not to shut up about teaching me about Hakuna Matata!" He kept on running, to get distance between him and Timon, who might decide to ride on Pumbaa to catch up to him. For now, he was simply content on running. To use pent up energy that would otherwise spill out in anger and pain. Simba didn't look where he was running, but for now, he didn't care. He would find his way back when he would need to.
Pumbaa saw Simba run off when Timon started to lecture yet again, but didn't pay much attention to it. Timon looked furious at having his student run off, but Pumbaa didn't care. "Come on, Timon. Let's go grab up some grub!" he suggested. "I'm starved!"