LION, majestic and unaware, pads silently toward the water’s edge. He pauses, his golden mane shimmering in the fading sunlight, and lowers his head to drink. The moment feels vulnerable, peaceful—nature at rest, danger seemingly far away.

LION laps at the cool water, his eyes closed in contentment. Nearby, a hidden presence lurks beneath the calm surface. The mood is calm, but tension simmers beneath, hinted at by a subtle shift in the sound design—deep, rumbling undertones begin to creep in.

CROCODILE, lurking and predatory, launches from the water with astonishing speed. LION is caught mid-drink, his eyes wide with exaggerated shock, mouth agape as he tries to scramble backward. "Whoa—wait, what?!" The chase is brief, but dynamic; every movement is hyperbolic, emphasizing the sheer power and surprise.

Inside the crocodile’s body, LION's silhouette bulges comically. His paws press outward, creating visible lumps along the crocodile’s belly. The scene is slapstick; physics are bent, not broken, and the lion’s muffled protests echo faintly within. "This cannot be happening!"

CROCODILE lounges, basking in his victory. Inside, LION thrashes—his limbs and tail create humorously shifting lumps and bulges across the crocodile’s midsection. The cartoon physics are exaggerated: the crocodile bounces slightly with each internal struggle, but remains unfazed. "Ahhh, nothing like a fresh meal," he sighs, rubbing his belly.

CROCODILE exhales deeply, savoring his triumph. His contented expression is framed in close-up, eyes twinkling with dark comedic satisfaction. The watering hole, once peaceful, now hosts a victor—nature documentary meets slapstick, a blend of tension and absurdity in the golden African dusk.