"Dingpot, Dingpot, on the ground, who is the cutest girl in town?"

Gruntilda the witch looked over her now-overflowing cauldron, eager to hear the answer that soothed her ears. She had asked this same question at least a dozen times, with the same results:

"Yes, of course…"

What? Grunty wondered. Why does Dingpot sound so doubtful? And why is my beautiful face not showing up in the pot? Grunty smashed the palms of her hands on the rim of the cauldron. Dingpot coughed as an answer to this.

"My face is not inside you, pot. Pick up the pace or soon you'll rot!" Gruntilda said discouraged.

"Well… there is another…" Dingpot croaked.

Gruntilda almost kicked her ugly pot over. "Who is this girl, I need to know! Tell me and to her I'll go!"

"Why, it's Tooty, plain and small, she's the prettiest girl of all!" Dingpot mocked Gruntilda by rhyming, which caused Gruntilda's green skin to take a shade of red.

"Impossible! That cannot be! I am much prettier than Tooty!"

"No you're not, you ugly hag! Your face always makes me gag!" Dingpot was right: Gruntilda was not pretty at all. She had a green face, long nose, dozens of warts, the list went on and on. She just wanted to dream that way. But now, she was determined. Gruntilda ran out of her lair, broomstick in hand and ready to fly. Dingpot smiled when he knew Grunty was gone.

"If Grunty takes Tooty…" Dingpot wheezed, "The bear and bird surely will take her down. She will receive justice… and it will be all her fault for being foolish." Dingpot tried to laugh, but he had a coughing fit instead.

Tooty the bear ran down the sandy road of Spiral Mountain, eager to go on yet another adventure with her brother. Her blonde ponytailed hair flew back in the wind, and the star on her red shirt glimmered in the sun. She felt alive. Finally, she made it to her house. She saw someone standing right next to the fence, smiling at Tooty.

Bottles! Tooty thought happily.

Bottles is a mole who, of course, could not see well. He had red specs and a plaid jacket. His muzzle held his lens in place, which held his specs up.

"Hello Tooty! What are you up to today?" Bottles asked curiously.

"My brother and I are going on an adventure!" Tooty exploded with glee.

"Is that him up there?" Bottles saw a blurry figure in the sky. Bottles was also a bit too colorblind when it came to objects that were far away. To him, the blur was brown, so naturally he thought that it was a bear.

"Um…" Tooty, for a while, scanned the air for what Bottles meant. "I don't think so. It doesn't look like him that much."

The figure swooped down towards Tooty. Tooty was scooped up and put on what seemed to be a broom. "Hey! Let me go!" Tooty pleaded. She couldn't move; the witch put a spell on her, making her immobile.

"Put her down!" Bottles commanded. He leaped towards the witch, clung on to her and sunk his teeth into her leather robe. The hag, in pain, thrust Bottles off of her. The poor mole hit the mountain wall with great force. He was knocked out. Gruntilda, happy to have succeeded, flew with Tooty into her secret lair. "BANJOOO! HELLLLPPP MEEEE!" Tooty shrieked as she was taken away.

Kazooie, the red-crested breegull, was sleeping peacefully in her honey bear partner Banjo's backpack.

"BANJOOO! HELLLLPPPP MEEEE!"

Kazooie woke up with a jolt. Her red velvet wings pushed aside the top of the backpack. Her pointy beak popped out. "Banjo! Banjo, wake up!" Kazooie shook her hibernating friend vigorously.

"Kazooie… it's early!" Banjo complained. Banjo was not a morning person, but he knew that Kazooie won every argument, and got her way most of the time anyway, so he woke up and his sapphire eyes met Kazooie's jade ones.

"It's an emergency! We have to go out there… now!" Kazooie's wings weighed the coat rack that she was hanging on down, causing it to fall. "Your sister's in danger! We need to go!" Kazooie muffled.

"TOOTY!" Banjo exclaimed. He jumped out of bed, put on his backpack(with Kazooie inside), and bolted out the door.