Big Trouble

Lance awoke with a sharp pain in his temples, his vision was blurred and he found great difficulty in standing up…felt like waking up on Saturday morning. Lance heaved himself to his feet. He felt weird; he could not quite explain it, just weird.

"It's about time," said a voice behind him.

Lance whirled around (but found himself dizzier than ever) and almost fell over. In front of him was the monkey he vaguely remembered meeting, in fact he was not sure the encounter had really taken place, it all seemed like a dream now. Standing next to the monkey was a lion with a large mane around his head and shoulders, Lance knew he should be scared, but he felt so dizzy that he could barely walk, let alone think right. The monkey whispered something in the lion's ear and vanished back up the baobab.

"Lance," said the lion, "You've been out for the last two hours."

Lance rubbed his head; he could not remember having so much hair on his head. Lance looked at his hand…paw. Lance's brain was working slowly, but it was speeding up and rather quickly.

"Okay," said the lion, "You might feel slightly dizzy, but that should wear off, right when…"

Lance suddenly screamed in horror and stared up at the sky, still screaming. "That happens," finished the lion.

Lance kept screaming for two minutes, before collapsing on the ground, panting, "Finished?" inquired the lion.

"Yeah," panted Lance.

"You Sure?"

"I'm fine."

"Any questions?"

"Loads."

"Want to start?"

"Okay," Lance said and drew in breath, "Who are you?"

"It's me," said the lion, "John."

"John?" gasped Lance, this was turning out to be one weird day, "The monkey didn't hurt you did he?"

"Nah."

"Good, because you know I'd kill him."

"Thanks, Lance."

"Yeah, because he wouldn't give me a chance to kill you."

Lance jumped on John and attempted to strangle John, but found that he had lost his thumbs, John managed to throw Lance off him and jump to his feet. Lance attempted another jump at John, but John struck Lance in the face and managed to pin him to the ground. Lance struggled for a while , but then calmed down. "Are you calm?" asked John.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright"

John let Lance up and they both stood, looking at each other, "Are you in your happy place?" asked John.

"Yeah," replied Lance, "The living room in front of my T.V."

"Glad to hear it," said John.

"Now will you please tell me what is going on?"