"HEY! Look what the people left lying out!"
"Simba doesn't mind if he does..."
"Dum-de-dum... Which one will Simba choose?
"Nope. That one is broken. Hmm. That one is too salty.
This one might be a possibility..."
All would have worked well for Simba if he had been content to eat his prize on the sofa, but he somehow got it into his fuzzy little brain that WE were his primary roadblock to eating his precious chip. And so he took it to the floor... once, twice, three times. And every time the ending was the same:
Nobody said he was brilliant. We love him anyway.