Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?
Scar: I despise guessing games.
Young Simba: I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock.
Scar: Oh, goody.
Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.
Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, bạn know.
[flops on his side]
Young Simba: xin chào Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make you?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird.
Scar: bạn have no idea.
Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow.
Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little *bounce* in it.
Zazu: [singing] It's a small world after all...
Scar: NO! No. *Anything* but that!
Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they are just standing in a row.
Zazu, Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...
Zazu: [whispering] Oh, I never had to do this with Mufasa.
Scar: Ahh, so bạn haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!
Adult Simba: [pause] I am.
Sarabi: [whispering] It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
Adult Simba: It's true.
Scar: bạn see? He admits it. Murderer!
Adult Simba: No! It was an accident!
Scar: If it weren't for bạn Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do bạn deny it?
Adult Simba: No.
Scar: Then you're *guilty*.
Adult Simba: No, I'm *not* a murderer!
Scar: No, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows *why*!
Adult Simba: Tell them the truth!
Scar: But Simba truth is in the eye of the behold...
Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.
Adult Simba: So they can hear you!
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Scar: Ahh, my friends.
Shenzi: Friends? I thought he đã đưa ý kiến we were the enemy.
Banzai: That's what I heard. Ed?
Ed the Hyena: Oo-oo-ooh, he-he, he-he-he
Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa's on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Scar: [sees the chuột scampering off] Oh, now look, Zazu, bạn made me lose my lunch.
Zazu: Ha! You'll lose thêm than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia...
Scar: [approaches him menacingly] Oooh... I quiver with *fear*...
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar!
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge?
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity! Why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to brute strength... I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.
Scar: So, your father showed bạn the whole kingdom, did he?
Young Simba: Everything.
Scar: He didn't hiển thị bạn what's beyond that rise at the northern border?
Young Simba: Well, no. He đã đưa ý kiến I can't go there.
Scar: And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there.
Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out there?
Scar: No, I'm sorry, Simba, I just *can't* tell you.
Young Simba: Why not?
Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my yêu thích nephew.
Young Simba: Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew.
Scar: All the thêm reason for me to be protective. An con voi graveyard is no place for a young prince.
Young Simba: An con voi what? Whoa!
Scar: Oops! Oh, dear, I've đã đưa ý kiến too much! Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner hoặc later, bạn being so clever and all. Just promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!
Young Simba: No problem!
Scar: There's a good lad. bạn run along now and have fun. And remember... its our little secret.
Banzai: Oh, Scar, it's just you.
Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important.
Banzai: Yeah, bạn know, like Mufasa.
Scar: I see.
Banzai: Now that's power.
Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh! Do it again!
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
Banzai: Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
[breaks into laughter]
Shenzi: And it tingles me!
Scar: I'm *surrounded* bởi idiots.
Banzai: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared... for what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Banzai: Why? Is he sick?
Scar: No, fool, we're going to kill him. And Simba, too.
Shenzi: Hey, great idea! Who needs a king?
Banzai, Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No king, no king, la la la la la la...
Scar: Idiots! There will *be* a king!
Banzai: Hey, but bạn đã đưa ý kiến that...
Scar: *I* will be king. Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!
Banzai, Shenzi: Yeah, all right! Long live the king!
[other hyenas tham gia in]
Banzai, Shenzi: Long live the king! Long live the king!
Scar: Now bạn wait here. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for you.
Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?
Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?
Young Simba: If bạn tell me, I'll still *act* surprised.
Scar: Ho ho ho. bạn are such a naughty boy!
Young Simba: Come on, Uncle Scar.
Scar: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is just for bạn and your daddy. bạn know, a sort of... father-son... thing. Well! I'd better go get him.
Young Simba: I'll go with you.
Scar: No!
[regaining composure]
Scar: Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. bạn wouldn't want to end up in another mess like bạn did with the hyenas.
Young Simba: bạn know about that?
Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows about that.
Young Simba: Really?
Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and just between us, bạn might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?
Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?
Scar: Simba, it's to *die* for!
Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy tim, trái tim that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era... in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!
Banzai: Hey, Boss!
Scar: Oh, what is it this time?
Banzai: We've got a bone to pick with you!
Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water...
Banzai: Yeah, it's bữa tối, bữa ăn tối time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees.
Scar: It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting.
Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.
Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, bạn wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamey and... eeww...
Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All bạn need is a little garnish.
Banzai: I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
Scar: What did bạn say?
Banzai: I đã đưa ý kiến Muf...
[Shenzi elbows him]
Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?
Scar: Good. Now get out.
Banzai: Yeah, but... we're still hungry.
Scar: *Out*!
Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.
Adult Simba: bạn don't deserve to live.
Scar: But, Simba, I... am... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!
Adult Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything bạn ever told me was a lie.
Scar: What are bạn going to do? bạn wouldn't kill your *own* uncle...?
Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.
Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. bạn are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.
Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.
Scar: Yes. Of course. As bạn wish,
[Scar's words turn into a snarl]
Scar: your Majesty!
[throws embers in Simba's face]
Adult Simba: Aaah!
Young Simba: What am I gonna do?
Scar: Run. Run away, and never return.
[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]
Scar: Kill him.
Zazu: Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother *you* should've been first in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.
[first lines]
Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life's not fair, is it? bạn see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, adieu.
Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell bạn not to play with your food?
Scar: bạn run along now, and have fun. And remember... it's our little secret.
Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeasts] Scar! Broth-brother, help me!
Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King.
[throws him into the stampede]
Mufasa: Aaaaah!
Scar: Nooooooooo!
Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip bạn apart.
Scar: Oh, Simba, bạn must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died. And now here's *my* little secret...
[whispering]
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Adult Simba: Nooooo!
Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!
Scar: I'm surrounded bởi idiots.
Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are as wet as a warthog's backside / But thick as bạn are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It's clear from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *you* can't be caught unawares!
Scar: Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's down there!
Scar: [singing] Of course, / Quid pro quo, / You're expected / To take certain duties on board / The future is littered with prizes / And though I'm the main addressee / The point that I must emphasize is...
[Leaps in front of a hyena]
Scar: bạn WON'T GET A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!
[hyena falls into a volcano]
Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!
[echoes and reechoes; we soon see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on as Sarabi approaches]
Sarabi: Yes, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.
Scar: No! You're just not looking hard enough.
Sarabi: It's over. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
Scar: We're not going anywhere!
Sarabi: Then bạn have sentenced us to death!
Scar: Then so be it!
Sarabi: bạn can't do that!
Scar: I'm the king! I can do whatever I want!
Sarabi: If bạn were half the king Mufasa was, you...
Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'm *ten* times the king Mufasa was!
[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!
Sarabi: Mufasa?
Adult Simba: No. It's me.
Sarabi: Simba? But how...?
Adult Simba: It doesn't matter. I'm home.
Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it sure is a surprise to see you...
[turns to the hyenas]
Scar: ...*alive*!
Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see bạn at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful.
Scar: I was tiếp theo in line until that furball came!
Mufasa: [Mufasa angrily jumps infront of Scar and growls!] That furball is my son, and your future king!
Scar: I despise guessing games.
Young Simba: I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock.
Scar: Oh, goody.
Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.
Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, bạn know.
[flops on his side]
Young Simba: xin chào Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make you?
Scar: A monkey's uncle.
Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird.
Scar: bạn have no idea.
Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow.
Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little *bounce* in it.
Zazu: [singing] It's a small world after all...
Scar: NO! No. *Anything* but that!
Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they are just standing in a row.
Zazu, Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...
Zazu: [whispering] Oh, I never had to do this with Mufasa.
Scar: Ahh, so bạn haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!
Adult Simba: [pause] I am.
Sarabi: [whispering] It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
Adult Simba: It's true.
Scar: bạn see? He admits it. Murderer!
Adult Simba: No! It was an accident!
Scar: If it weren't for bạn Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do bạn deny it?
Adult Simba: No.
Scar: Then you're *guilty*.
Adult Simba: No, I'm *not* a murderer!
Scar: No, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows *why*!
Adult Simba: Tell them the truth!
Scar: But Simba truth is in the eye of the behold...
Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.
Adult Simba: So they can hear you!
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Scar: Ahh, my friends.
Shenzi: Friends? I thought he đã đưa ý kiến we were the enemy.
Banzai: That's what I heard. Ed?
Ed the Hyena: Oo-oo-ooh, he-he, he-he-he
Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa's on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.
Scar: [sees the chuột scampering off] Oh, now look, Zazu, bạn made me lose my lunch.
Zazu: Ha! You'll lose thêm than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia...
Scar: [approaches him menacingly] Oooh... I quiver with *fear*...
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar!
Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.
Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge?
Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging you.
Zazu: Pity! Why not?
Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to brute strength... I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.
Scar: So, your father showed bạn the whole kingdom, did he?
Young Simba: Everything.
Scar: He didn't hiển thị bạn what's beyond that rise at the northern border?
Young Simba: Well, no. He đã đưa ý kiến I can't go there.
Scar: And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there.
Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out there?
Scar: No, I'm sorry, Simba, I just *can't* tell you.
Young Simba: Why not?
Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my yêu thích nephew.
Young Simba: Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew.
Scar: All the thêm reason for me to be protective. An con voi graveyard is no place for a young prince.
Young Simba: An con voi what? Whoa!
Scar: Oops! Oh, dear, I've đã đưa ý kiến too much! Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner hoặc later, bạn being so clever and all. Just promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!
Young Simba: No problem!
Scar: There's a good lad. bạn run along now and have fun. And remember... its our little secret.
Banzai: Oh, Scar, it's just you.
Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important.
Banzai: Yeah, bạn know, like Mufasa.
Scar: I see.
Banzai: Now that's power.
Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh! Do it again!
Banzai: Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
Banzai: Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa!
Shenzi: Ooooh!
[breaks into laughter]
Shenzi: And it tingles me!
Scar: I'm *surrounded* bởi idiots.
Banzai: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared... for what?
Scar: For the death of the king!
Banzai: Why? Is he sick?
Scar: No, fool, we're going to kill him. And Simba, too.
Shenzi: Hey, great idea! Who needs a king?
Banzai, Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No king, no king, la la la la la la...
Scar: Idiots! There will *be* a king!
Banzai: Hey, but bạn đã đưa ý kiến that...
Scar: *I* will be king. Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!
Banzai, Shenzi: Yeah, all right! Long live the king!
[other hyenas tham gia in]
Banzai, Shenzi: Long live the king! Long live the king!
Scar: Now bạn wait here. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for you.
Young Simba: Oooh. What is it?
Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?
Young Simba: If bạn tell me, I'll still *act* surprised.
Scar: Ho ho ho. bạn are such a naughty boy!
Young Simba: Come on, Uncle Scar.
Scar: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is just for bạn and your daddy. bạn know, a sort of... father-son... thing. Well! I'd better go get him.
Young Simba: I'll go with you.
Scar: No!
[regaining composure]
Scar: Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. bạn wouldn't want to end up in another mess like bạn did with the hyenas.
Young Simba: bạn know about that?
Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows about that.
Young Simba: Really?
Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and just between us, bạn might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?
Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?
Scar: Simba, it's to *die* for!
Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy tim, trái tim that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era... in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!
Banzai: Hey, Boss!
Scar: Oh, what is it this time?
Banzai: We've got a bone to pick with you!
Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water...
Banzai: Yeah, it's bữa tối, bữa ăn tối time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees.
Scar: It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting.
Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.
Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.
Zazu: Oh, bạn wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamey and... eeww...
Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All bạn need is a little garnish.
Banzai: I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
Scar: What did bạn say?
Banzai: I đã đưa ý kiến Muf...
[Shenzi elbows him]
Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?
Scar: Good. Now get out.
Banzai: Yeah, but... we're still hungry.
Scar: *Out*!
Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.
Adult Simba: bạn don't deserve to live.
Scar: But, Simba, I... am... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!
Adult Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything bạn ever told me was a lie.
Scar: What are bạn going to do? bạn wouldn't kill your *own* uncle...?
Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.
Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. bạn are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.
Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.
Scar: Yes. Of course. As bạn wish,
[Scar's words turn into a snarl]
Scar: your Majesty!
[throws embers in Simba's face]
Adult Simba: Aaah!
Young Simba: What am I gonna do?
Scar: Run. Run away, and never return.
[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]
Scar: Kill him.
Zazu: Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother *you* should've been first in line.
Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.
[first lines]
Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life's not fair, is it? bạn see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, adieu.
Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell bạn not to play with your food?
Scar: bạn run along now, and have fun. And remember... it's our little secret.
Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeasts] Scar! Broth-brother, help me!
Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King.
[throws him into the stampede]
Mufasa: Aaaaah!
Scar: Nooooooooo!
Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip bạn apart.
Scar: Oh, Simba, bạn must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died. And now here's *my* little secret...
[whispering]
Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Adult Simba: Nooooo!
Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!
Scar: I'm surrounded bởi idiots.
Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are as wet as a warthog's backside / But thick as bạn are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It's clear from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *you* can't be caught unawares!
Scar: Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's down there!
Scar: [singing] Of course, / Quid pro quo, / You're expected / To take certain duties on board / The future is littered with prizes / And though I'm the main addressee / The point that I must emphasize is...
[Leaps in front of a hyena]
Scar: bạn WON'T GET A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!
[hyena falls into a volcano]
Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!
[echoes and reechoes; we soon see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on as Sarabi approaches]
Sarabi: Yes, Scar?
Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.
Scar: No! You're just not looking hard enough.
Sarabi: It's over. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
Scar: We're not going anywhere!
Sarabi: Then bạn have sentenced us to death!
Scar: Then so be it!
Sarabi: bạn can't do that!
Scar: I'm the king! I can do whatever I want!
Sarabi: If bạn were half the king Mufasa was, you...
Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'm *ten* times the king Mufasa was!
[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!
Sarabi: Mufasa?
Adult Simba: No. It's me.
Sarabi: Simba? But how...?
Adult Simba: It doesn't matter. I'm home.
Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it sure is a surprise to see you...
[turns to the hyenas]
Scar: ...*alive*!
Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.
Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see bạn at the presentation of Simba.
Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful.
Scar: I was tiếp theo in line until that furball came!
Mufasa: [Mufasa angrily jumps infront of Scar and growls!] That furball is my son, and your future king!
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Lighting a new High Quality education programme for animators, graphic artists, modellors, story boarders and directors. We are building a new academy of international standards, with direct support and knowhow from various universities, film prduction studios and phim hoạt hình academies around the world. Both professional and new students can tham gia our programmes, all based in Bangkok - the tim, trái tim of South East Asia.
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