It was a nice, normal day in Spiral Mountain. The birds were singing, the water was falling, Banjo was sleeping in his house, Kazooie was walking around the grassy meadow that surrounded the mountain that spiraled up to Gruntilda's Lair... it was a good day to live.
...that is until Gruntilda Winkybunion, the witch who lived in the rock formation that barred her name and resembled her face came out, spiraling towards the red bird as she cackled.
"Huh?" Kazooie stated as she glanced up, to see the warty green wicked witch approaching her as she groaned. "Oh you gotta be kidding. Not today..."
"Yes today, I will say, now your feathery butt is going to pay!" Gruntilda exclaimed as she began firing green spells from her magical fingers at Kazooie.
The red crested breegull bird was quick to dash back into her home, trying her best to wake up Banjo. But it was no use as Gruntilda smashed through the front wall, blasting Banjo with the magic, turning him into a green frog as she laughed.
"Now the bear is but a frog, I'll see that you turn into smog!" Gruntilda stated as she towered over Kazooie, preparing to ultimately blast her with the very same magic.