I own nothing except the story. Skunk Fu! characters belong to Cartoon Saloon and Cartoon Network. The Tiki Tak Tribe belongs to Nintendo.

It was nighttime. Master Panda had called all his students at the top of the hill for a campfire story.

"Oh, boy, this oughta be good. Wonder what "urban fairy tale" ol' Pandy has for us this time." The voice came from Rabbit (who else calls Panda "Pandy"?) as he was walking toward the hill with his friends Skunk and Fox.

"Now, Rabbit, it might not be a fairy tale." said Fox.

"Oh, please! Remember the time he told us the exact location of that stupid scroll that could summon Mister Rooster? Guess what! Nobody found it!"

"Aw, c'mon. I'm sure rooster scrolls are hard to find." said Skunk defensively.

"Anyway…this should be interesting all the same."

Soon, everyone was gathered around the campfire. At the front stood Master Panda.

"Greetings, students."

"Hello, Master." said mixed replies from the crowd.

Panda gestured to his right, where a wooden stand with a big paper notebook rested. The top sheet was blank. "Tonight, I will tell you the legend of…" Panda grabbed a stick and used it to flip the top sheet revealing four Chinese words written in ink. "…The Tiki Tak Tribe!"

"Ooooohhh."

"Pssshh! 'Tiki Tak Tribe?' Is that the best you can come up with, old man? Tikis aren't even our thing!"

"Rabbit, shush!"

"Thank you, Fox. Anyway, this is a true story," the old bamboo-eater said with a glare at a certain big-footed narcissist. He flipped another sheet. "The Tiki Tak Tribe existed long ago, long before the days of Dragon and I. They plundered the villages-" he said pointing to diagrams of floating tikis with eyes hovering off the ground and carrying a large pile of crescents. "-and made off with all their bananas!"

"Bananas? Come ON! Why would a bunch of stupid tikis want stupid monkey food?"

Fox grabbed Rabbit by the ears and flipped him. "No more interruptions, got it?"

"*Gulp* G-Got it."

"Rabbit does make a good point. It is unknown why they chose this particular food. Some say it was their source of power. You see, the nine senior members of the Tiki Tak Tribe possessed hypnotic powers, which they used to hypnotize the animals into giving them the food without a fight." Panda flipped the paper again, showing diagrams of the tikis spreading a wave of something out from their faces.

Rabbit was about to say something, but stopped himself just in time.

"Nevertheless, the Warriors of Old couldn't let it happen. Bananas made up the majority of the food in the villages, and without them, all the animals would starve. They occasionally had to fight their own friends, as the hypnotic powers made them fight for the tikis. They prevailed, though, and confronted their leader…"

Another flip of the paper, this time showing a giant cylindrical creature.

"Tiki Tong! However, they couldn't defeat him outright, so they were forced to seal him, his tower, and all his minions away forever."

Skunk raised his hand.

"Yes, Skunk?"

"Where's the Tiki Tak Tribe locked up, Master?"

"That, no one can say for sure. But certain rumors have pointed to the Flaming Crater of Mout Firefang!"

Gasps of shock rose from the audience. "Do not worry! I doubt that the rumors are true, but if they are, the Tribe isn't imprisoned the same way Dragon is. Their prison is…'invisible' to say the least. Only the most powerful magic and a sacrifice could free them. Anyway, like I said, the rumors are probably false."

"I hope you all have enjoyed the tale. Good night."

"'Night, Master." Everyone started off to bed. Skunk walked a few feet and hopped up in his tree, Rabbit went back to his den, and everyone else went back to wherever the heck they sleep.

This took place one week ago.