DISCLAIMER: I don't own Banjo-Kazooie or anything else used in this story.
Well, I've had this story sitting on my hard drive for about a year, figured I should finally change it to the correct format, touch it up, and upload it to here. Anyways, as this was written almost a year ago, I have many more chapters left to reformat, update, and upload, so this should have nine chapters up before I have to start coming up with new ideas and such. Anyways, I am not very good at being descriptive at all, I don't know why, it's just hard for me to describe things fluently. I tried adding in descriptive stuff the all the paragraphs/sentences, please tell me if I over described everything, used too many words, if I'm doing it wrong, or if I didn't do enough. Reviews would be appreciated, of course. Flame if you want, I do not mind. I would really, really appreciate, however, if anyone could give me tips on how to make my writing style better, as I enjoy writing, but I don't think I'm very good at it. And tell me how you think I could improve the story, that would be nice too. Anyways, I guess I'll end this now. Sorry for the short chapter, the first few are really short, I'm planning on making the future ones a bit longer. Anyways, enjoy.
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It's another bright sunny day on Spiral Mountain! :D
Inside Banjo's House…
Banjo The Honeybear stifled a long yawn as he stretched lazily. "Gee, it sure is BORING around here…" he muttered. It had been somewhere between two weeks and five years since Banjo and his friend Kazooie had defeated the evil witch, Gruntilda Whatsherbottoms. Banjo wasn't too keen on keeping track of time, and nobody else on the mountain seemed to have a problem with it.
"Banjo, my friend, this peace is what ALL true video games heroes strive for!" said Banjo's pal, Bottles The Mole, as he adjusted his goggles. Not so much his pal as much as person who barges into said person's house to raid the fridge and recycle horribly stale jokes they heard on television shows from the 1980's which they believe no one else has heard before.
"Well, I just wonder what Grunty's up to…" Banjo slouched down in his chair, depressed and bored. His baby blue eyes half shut, they seemed much duller than usual as they focused on the television in front of him. He had long since grown tired of watching reruns of what he had once thought were his favorite programs, but had since developed into a steady schedule of droll monotony.
"She's probably off somewhere, planning to kill us and take over the world yet again." Banjo's best buddy, Kazooie The Red Crested Breegull, popped her head out of the backpack that was hanging on the hat rack Banjo never used properly. Her crimson feathers slightly matted by an unknown, sticky substance. She had started becoming less and less fond of spending time in the backpack since Banjo had begun storing his Quick-Stop nachos in it without telling her first. "Or whatever it is she's always trying to do. It's been so long since I played th…Since we beat her, I can't even remember what she planned to do in the first place." Her deep, green eyes rolled in her head as she too focused her gaze upon the television showing the same program she had seen countless times in the past week.
Banjo let out another sigh as he sunk even deeper into his seat. "I just wish something new and exciting would happen…"
On cue, Mumbo Jumbo burst through the door, accompanied by self-supplied laugh track. While once a friend of Banjo and Kazooie, he had slowly but steadily become increasingly annoying towards the two, even going so far as to barge into their house at three o'clock in the morning one night, to ask if the two had any derpleberries. Needless to say, Banjo was less than pleased, and if it wouldn't have been for the protective skull that was magically fastened to his head, Mumbo's face would've been detached from the rest of his noggin rather hastily and messily.
"HEY BEAR AND BIRD!" Mumbo shouted, as he had an unfortunate affinity to do frequently and without warning. "GUESS WHAT!"
Looking first at the maniacal expression spread across the shaman's false face, and then at the terrified looks on each other's, the duo frowned. Thinking it rude to not respond, Banjo and Kazooie indulged in Mumbo's request to guess what the news he had in store was.
"You have testicle cancer?" Kazooie asked, quite jovially.
"Safety Dance is on the radio?!" Banjo responded soon after, albeit in a much more serious tone.
Mumbo shook his head gleefully, pleased he had outwitted the bear and bird, at least in his mind. "No, Mumbo have more pictures developed!" The shaman rustled around his shorts/nest until he found a collection of oddly glowing photographs. Pulling them out, he held them just under the honey bear's nose, turned in a way where he could only see the backs.
"…So?" Kazooie asked. She was unaffected by the mysterious glowing of the pictures that had entranced Banjo's gaze instantly.
"Are pictures of STOP 'N SWOP!" Mumbo blurted out, in a voice that he had attempted to make sound mysterious, but ended up sounding rather disturbing, since he was incapable of showing emotion in his voice.
This news sent a shock to Banjo's system like no other. An instant adrenaline rush came over him, taking control of his mind, as he yelled, "OH GOD, I HAVE TO SEE THEM! SHOW THEM TO ME!!"
Mumbo was quite pleased with this situation. Rarely did he ever have the upper hand over the dysfunctional duo, and on the off-chance he did, he made sure to milk it for all it was worth. "No. Mumbo only show bear and bird pictures if they do Mumbo favor!"
"What kind of favor?" Kazooie asked skeptically.
"Oh, just little one!" Mumbo replied, hopping from one foot to the other in glee.
Before Kazooie could issue her response, Banjo blurted out, "I DON'T CARE WHAT TYPE OF FAVOR IT IS, WHAT IS IT?!"
Mumbo lost the spring in his step as he slowly backed away from Banjo. "…Bear scaring me…Oh well, Mumbo just need you do teensy-tiny favor for him."
"Which is…?" Kazooie asked flatly, growing increasingly impatient.
Mumbo looked from the bear to the bird, making sure they were both giving him their undivided attention before he said "Go get Mumbo bag of Doritos!"
Banjo and Kazooie's faces showed stark contrast to one another's, as they stared at Mumbo.
"…That's it?" Kazooie asked, dumbfounded. "You want us to waste our time and energy to get you a lousy bag of Doritos?!" She started glaring at the skulled shaman, her temper boiling over a trivial matter like she was prone to do. "Why don't you get them yourself?"
Mumbo shot a hurt look at the breegull. "Because, Mumbo's feet hurt! And store is too far away from here!"
"Oh well," Kazooie began, anger rising with every word, "We're not going to waste our time on something so stupid, you whiny little baby!"
Kazooie folded her wings and closed her eyes, sticking her beak up at Mumbo.
"SHUT UP KAZOOIE!"
Without warning, Banjo shoved Kazooie down into the backpack and closed it, blocking Kazooie from easy escape.
"SO MUMBO, WHAT FLAVOR DORITOS DO YOU WANT?!"
Mumbo faltered a moment, unaware of his friend's sanity. "Well…Is tough choice…" Mumbo closed his eyes as he contemplated his decision, as he knew it would be crucial no matter what his choice was. "But…Mumbo choose JUNIOR MINT FLAVOR!"
"JUNIOR MINT FLAVORED DORITOS?!"
Kazooie forced her way out of the bag so she could see if Mumbo had said that with a straight face or not. He had, as she feared.
"I've never even HEARD of such a ghastly combination before! You're just making them up! There's no way those things actually exi-"
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP KAZOOIE!"
Banjo again shoved Kazooie back down into his blue backpack, this time putting a padlock on it to ensure Kazooie would be barred from escaping.
"ALRIGHTY MUMBO," Banjo yelled in his frenetic tone. "WE'LL GO GET THEM FOR YOU!"
"Don't take too long," Mumbo said in a serious tone. "Mumbo's stomach starting to make weird noises!"
"OKAY!"
And with that, Banjo yanked the backpack containing his friend off the hat rack, breaking the arm off of it in the process, as he ran outside to begin his and Kazooie's epic quest for Doritos.
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Well, that's it for chapter one. As I stated at the beginning, tell me what you think if you'd like and feel free to tell me how I can improve it.
