It was another beautiful morning in Spiral Mountain when Kazooie woke from her sleep. She yawned, and, giving her wings a good stretch, looked around with a smile. Everything seemed to be as usual- Banjo's loud snoring echoing through the room, the fish nervously swimming around it's tank, the sun shining through the window, a cool breeze ruffling her feathers, peace and quiet…

"Peace and quiet?" she thought aloud. "Something's not right." Hoping out of Banjo's backpack, she headed straight for the door. "I wonder what that annoying fluff ball is destroying this time." A faint clang from behind the door made her jump. "Tooty?" she called as she opened the door and peered into the kitchen. It wasn't destroyed, or even a mess, much to her surprise. But something wasn't right, and she knew it.

"Alright, flea bag, I know you're here so you may as just well come out…" A nervous silence filled the air, instinctively proving to her that the bear was up to something. Whatever it was, Kazooie decided she didn't want to be part of it. "Okay then… maybe I'll just, uh… start breakfast! Uh-oh! Would you look at that! There's no honey left…" she shuddered silently. Though she would never admit it, she was nervous. She had always had a respectable dislike and even a slight fear of the girly cub.

Especially when she was alone with her.

Swallowing hard, she continued. "I guess I better go outside and-"

"Not so fast, Kazooie!" interrupted Tooty, jumping from behind a chair. "I'd like that story now." She staggered toward Kazooie, net in hand. Her eyes twitched madly and a devious smile played it's way onto her lips.

"Wayy to much coffee," noted Kazooie mentally. She cleared her throat. "Look, I've told you thousands of times. I'm not telling you that story! And I thought I told Banjo to hide the coffee from-"

"HA!!" Yelled Tooty as she charged at Kazooie. "You'll have no choice once I catch you!"

"I'd like to see you try!" laughed Kazooie, quickly jumping out of the raging bears' path and toward to the fireplace.

"You can run but you can't hide!!!" The crazed cub ran after her. Kazooie, in turn, flew to the chair on the opposite side of the room, forgetting it was missing a leg.

"You'd better stay away or I'll use my grenade eggs on yo- eee!!!" She yelled as the chair collapsed, dropping her to the floor. "Doesn't Banjo ever fix anything around here!"

"Gotch'a now, Kaz!" squealed Tooty, running toward the dazed bird, ready to throw the net over her. Thinking fast, Kazooie rolled under the table and ran back to the stove. "Darn it Kazooie!! STAY STILL!!"

"Over here, slowpoke!" Despite the situation, Kazooie couldn't help but tease the bear a little. However, the angry look on Tooty's face quickly made her regret it. She could have sworn stream was poking its way out of her ears- something Banjo had warned her about. Of course, she had laughed at the thought then, but now- now it was time to call for back up.

"BANJO!!!!!!!"

Thinking she saw an opportunity, Tooty charged towards her and threw the net, but Kazooie ducked just in time, sending the net flying over her head and right on top of Banjo's, who had come rushing in after hearing Kazooie scream. Still half asleep, he watched it flutter onto his head.

"Anyone care to explain?" he asked as he held back a yawn and examined the once clean kitchen, now covered with soot and broken objects. They both burst out trying to explain what had happened, but only left him more confused. "One at a time!" he yelled over the confusion while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. It was going to be one of those days.

"I'll explain," began Kazooie, glaring at Tooty when she opened her mouth to try to speak again. "When woke up just a minute ago and heard how quiet it was, I knew this freak," she sent a finger flying in Tooty's direction, "was up to something. So, I came out to see what she was doing and she attacked me!"

Banjo turned to Tooty as he took the net off his head. "Tooty, why were you attacking her?"

"Well"… began Tooty. "I want to hear a story, but every time I ask Kazooie to tell me one, she alllllways says no! So I thought that if I could catch her she would give up and tell me!"

Kazooie groaned. "You want me to give up!" She let out an annoyed huff. "For the last time, I am not telling you the story! I've got better things to do than sit around all day and-"

"What story do you want to hear, Tooty?" Banjo knew this would never stop if he didn't end it now.

"I want to know how you can Kazooie met!" demanded Tooty. The room became unusually quiet. Banjo, who had seemed to suddenly wake up, began looking around the room, unsure of what to do. Kazooie also stopped talking and went into a rare state of silence. She closed her eyes, as if to let her mind cool. Yet there was no doubt that her anger was still bubbling.

"Well… uhh…" mumbled Banjo.

"Well!?" questioned Tooty rather impatiently. She looked from Kazooie to Banjo. "I want to hear it!"

"I don't know Tooty…" he glanced at Kazooie nervously. "I don't think-"

"No," interrupted Kazooie, her eyes opened and fixed blazingly on Tooty. "There is no story. That's that. Now why don't you go be a nuisance somewhere else for once?" Without another word, she was out the door.

"Kazooie!" Banjo called after her. "C'mon Kazooie, don't be like that!" He sighed. Why did she have to do this? He turned to Tooty and rubbed his cheek thoughtfully. "I'm going after her. Why don't you go play with Bottles? He'll tell you a story."

"But why-"

"Maybe another time, Tooty," Banjo sighed again and looked at the ground. "I'll be back in a while." He gave her the best reassuring smile he could muster, trudged back into his room to grab his backpack and took off. "It's just gonna be one of those days…"

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