Dawn began on a new day, people lumbered out of their beds, checked their Facebooks and went back into bed. It was a perfectly lazy Saturday and people were just waiting to spend their time doing nothing.
Simba: Sorry to bother you guys but it seems as though we have work to do.
People Everywhere: *moan*
Simba: Listen, it's not a huge deal, I mean, it's just farming. We can do that, right?
People Everywhere's Representative (PER): Sir, it's Saturday
Simba: So what. Wait, how do you know that, we don't even have a Calendar.
PER: We have our sources. Anyways, people don't want to work on Saturdays.
Simba: Why?
PER: Well, they spent the rest of the week working and would like to be lazy.
Simba: So you're saying because it's Saturday, people won't work?
PER: Yes sir, it's really that simple.
Simba: Then I hereby abolish Saturdays, tell them to get to work.
PER: Sir, it's Sunday now.
Simba: Let me guess, another day they won't work?
PER: Precisely
Simba: I hereby abolish Sundays as well, tell them all to get back to work.
People Everywhere: That was the shortest weekend ever!
Simba: Well, now that we're getting stuff done, why don't we make another city.
???: Alright, we're on it.
Simba: Who are you?
???: The settling party of course
Simba: Just go, I needed no input from you. Geez, it's almost like he's
trying to make this take forever.
Narrator: Don't look at me, I'm not even really in control of what I say.
???2: Sir, we should get Animal Husbandry next.
Simba: Who are you?
???2: I am the mysterious Portugawa, I was forced off my Pangaea and so here I am, I'll be your tech advisor from now on.
Simba: What if I don't want a tech advisor
Portugawa: Well I'm sure some people won't be too happy with me being gone.
Simba: Like who?
Portugawa: General O-, I've said too much
Simba: What? I demand answers!
Simba: Who is this here? He seems like a friendly enough fellow.
Scouts: Sir, we found a large cow!
Simba: That's great, where is it, I'd like to improve food in our capital.
Scouts: That's the issue, this one claims to be a leader of a country of sorts.
Simba: A cow, really, cows can't lead countries!
Vicky: MOOO!
Simba: I stand corrected. Pardon me, lady cow, we won't eat you, here have some grains.
Victoria: I'm not a cow you oaf!
Simba: This is one smart cow, what kind of mutation must have occured for something so intelligent, but so ugly?
Portugawa: Here's an idea, if we could write, we could figure it out!
Simba: Wouldn't that require math or something?
Portugawa: I'm not entirely sure, maybe, only one way to find out!
Simba: Nope, it's still a mystery.
End of Part 2