[ EU ] Rewrite the ending of The Lion King in a world where Scar wins .

`` Found a gazelle last night!'' Mumba told his aging companion. `` Finally, I was sick of roaming around, eating grubs.'' 
 
 `` Well kid, there ai n't much else to eat.'' Timon sighed. He gazed upon the inky darkness, trying to remember a once green plain. 
 
 
 `` It was a sick gazelle, so I did n't eat too much... let the hyenas have it.'' Mumba pawed at the ground. 
 
 
 `` Yeah?'' Timon asked. He was tired. Tired of babysitting Simba and Nala's illegitimate son. Tired of walking around, looking for food. He missed Puumba, who had been eaten long ago by a pack of crazed vultures. Timon very much wished he could find Hakuna Matata again. He and the boy had fled to get away from Scar, who was going to kill his great-nephew to prevent an uprising. 
 
 
 `` Hey... what is that?'' Mumba asked the meerkat. Timon looked up and gasped. `` Pride Rock!'' he cried. `` That's Pride Rock! Mumba! That's where your father was supposed to be king of!'' 
 
 
 Mumba yelped in delight, and took off with Timon hanging onto his matted mane. They climbed the iconic rock formation, standing where Rafiki had once blessed many kings. 
 
 
 The two laughed in glee, and stared off into the distance. Their laughter got quieter and quieter. 
 
 
 `` Timon.... where's Hakuna Matata?'' Mumba asked. `` Is n't that where food is?'' 
 
 
 Timon could barely hold back tears. `` I... I ca n't see it. It's gone...'' 
 
 
 Mumba became very quiet. `` So we journeyed across this wasteland for nothing? Came all this way for food, for NOTHING?!'' he did n't turn around, but Timon could see his shoulders tensing. 
 
 
 The silence of the wasteland became much clearer. 
 
 
 `` Mumba, I'm so sorry....'' Timon approached the lion. 
 
 
 `` You know, desperate times call for desperate measures...'' Mumba pondered. 
 
 
 `` What?'' Timon asked. 
 
 
 He did n't have time to react as Mumba grabbed him. `` I'm sorry, Timon. But I... I need to live!'' 
 
 
 `` MUMBA! NO!'' Timon screamed. 
 
 
 Mumba cried as he ate his lone father figure. `` Why, Uncle Scar? Why? Why did you take the Pride Lands?'' 
 
 
 Mumba climbed back down the rock formation, unsure of where to head next. He suddenly realized that a single geriatric meerkat would n't sustain him. Mumba sat down, and cried. 
 
 
 He never got up again, and died in a pool of his own tears, killed by a broken heart and an empty stomach. 
 
 
 A few months later, Rafiki stood over the bones of Mufasa. He admired the ivory color, the lack of cracks. He sighed, knowing full well who this was. But... what was that? Rafiki squinted at the ground. Could it be? 
 
 
 A few pieces of grass dotted the ground beneath Mumba's bones. 
 
 
 `` And so the circle of life continues....''
