Timon: There's gotta be someway we can get past the Tiger.
Pumbaa: Like magic pixie dust?
Pumbaa: You know, like Tinkerbell. Pixie dust can make people fly!
Timon: (sarcastically) Yeah, good thinking, Pumbaa. Why don't we go to Neverland and buy us a bag?!
(Pumbaa runs off and comes back with a bag of pixie dust.)
Pumbaa: That's okay. I already bought us some. Yay for me!
Timon: (grabbing bag angrilly) What mook bamboozled you into buying this garbage? There's no such thing as pixie dust!
(Timon throws the bag over the fence and hits the Tiger, and it flies away.)
Pumbaa: (disbelieving Timon) No such thing as pixie dust, huh?