Banjo was soon seen going into the tool shed of the farm as Tony came outside.
"Now what is he up to?" Tony asked himself as he kept a good hold on his Pokemon egg.
"I always get the blame for everything..." Banjo sniffled. "No one even cares if I was here. I could be limping, and really seriously hurt, but no one would even care."
"Hey, you okay?" Tony asked.
Banjo looked back at him.
"Hey..." Tony gave a small smile.
"Are you gonna yell at me too?" Banjo huffed.
"Nope." Tony smiled.
"Hm..." Banjo replied. "Have you seen any switches?"
"Uh, you mean like controls?" Tony asked.
"No, something that my dad's gonna use to whoop me with for actin' up," Banjo replied. "I can't find any. I should take him back a 2x4, and let him hit me with it..." he then looked a little emotional.
Tony seemed to wince. It took a little while until they both realized that they both understood what the other was saying. This made them both scream suddenly as they were talking to each other, almost like when Atticus first met Scamp.
"How are you able to talk?!" Tony screamed.
"I could ask the same thing 'bout you!" Banjo replied.
"Well, I'm a human, we always talk!" Tony defended.
"Well, so do us cats!" Banjo retorted.
"But cats say 'meow', not talk like humans!" Tony told him.
"But humans say 'blah, blah, blah'!" Banjo retorted. "Well, some words I recognize though..."
The two of them soon laughed as they both had good reasons to think they couldn't understand each other until now.
"You know, I'm gonna run away from home," Banjo told Tony as he sensed trust within the boy. "That's what!"
"I kinda feel like running away too," Tony agreed honestly. "And I'll bring my stuff and this egg with me."
"Your egg?" Banjo asked.
Tony reached into his pocket and brought out the Pokemon egg to show the orange kitten.
"Ooh." Banjo smiled.
Homer and the driver chuckled as they talked about Salt Lake City. Tony and Banjo then decided to sneak to the man's truck so they could also go to Salt Lake City. This was going to be a great experience for them. Banjo tried to sneak by Homer to sneak onto the truck. Tony looked around and went on his way to join the troublemaker kitten. The two of them soon made it to the truck.
"The farmer will see me." Banjo frowned.
Tony soon took Banjo and hid him in his pocket as he hid in the truck with him while Homer talked with the driver until he would drive off.
"Uh, your egg is kind of glowing a little?" Banjo whispered to Tony as he saw a little glow from the Pokemon egg.
"Huh?" Tony asked before reaching into his pocket. "Oh! I guess it is!"
"Is that good or bad?" Banjo asked Tony.
"I think this might be how these eggs hatch." Tony said.
"Well, can ya make it stop before someone sees us?" Banjo asked.
"Uh, well, I'll try..." Tony shrugged.
Tony soon helped Banjo hide as the driver came back to drive his truck to Salt Lake City. The egg seemed to stop glowing. Banjo and Tony looked out as they were soon leaving Zuckerman's Farm to start a whole new life together in the big city.
"See ya, farm." Tony smirked.
"Yeah, see ya!" Banjo also smirked with a laugh.
"This is going to be great." Tony smirked back.
The trip didn't take too long, but it was still a while.
It was soon dark and the truck stopped driving for a moment, but they were now in the city.
"Come on, Tony, let's explore!" Banjo said since they had stopped and was excited to go, but soon lunged himself out to a stand which had old comic books.
"Banjo!" Tony yelped. He soon went after the troublemaker kitten.
Banjo panicked at first from the King Kong comic book, but he soon found Tony again.
"There you are," Tony smiled as he helped Banjo down on the sidewalk. "Don't run off like that." he then warned.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Banjo replied.
Soon enough, the two began to explore Salt Lake City together. They ended up in a bar before getting kicked out for being under 21 and Banjo even tried to taste beer from a man's mug, but he didn't like the taste of it.
"Yuck." Tony cringed.
They then came into the laundromat.
Tony looked around for anything interesting, but soon lost Banjo and looked around for him. "Now, where is he?" He then groaned.
There was thumping heard behind one washing machine.
"How did you get in there?" Tony asked with a sigh as he then came to the washing machine and opened it up, getting sprayed by a little water and some detergent and soon found Banjo.
"I thought I saw some yarn, but I guess it was a necktie..." Banjo shivered a little bit from the cold water.
Tony soon got him out of the washing machine before drying him off. Banjo's fur blew back and he became a puff ball. Tony quietly snickered to that, but soon straightened out the kitten's fur.
They soon came into a pet shop and Banjo was hopping after a frog, but then he fell through a lily pad and encountered a couple of big fish, even bigger than him.
They came into a place where there were adult men playing Pool.
"Ooh." Tony smiled.
Tony and Banjo continued to walk by and suddenly felt hungry as a woman put a freshly baked pie onto a window sill. Banjo soon jumped into the pie, only for it to burn him since it just came out of the oven. Despite the misfortunes, Salt Lake City seemed like a lot of fun, but they had a hard time fitting in and started to miss the farm. Tony and Banjo looked into a diner as a family was eating a wondrous feast without them, made them even more homesick and regretful of sneaking over here. If that didn't make it worse, a thunderstorm came into play, and they had to find shelter, and quick. Soon enough, they found shelter. It wasn't a warm and cozy home or hotel, but it would have to do.
"Maybe we shouldn't have come here." Tony frowned with Banjo as they looked out into the miserable looking city. He soon saw the Pokemon egg glowing again and where he kept it warm in his shirt.
"Maybe I shoulda listened to Dad..." Banjo frowned.
"Don't worry, Banjo, it might get better..." Tony comforted before yawning.
The two soon fell asleep together after a very big day. Though, they seemed to cry themselves to sleep as they began to think of their families back home.
Eventually, back on the farm, everyone noticed that Tony and Banjo had been gone. Aranea, Joy, and Nellie were hanging out in their web as Wilbur's food was soon brought to him and he began to eat it. They soon heard everyone calling out for Tony and Banjo. The spider triplets opened one eye each.
"That's funny, are Tony and Banjo not with them?" Wilbur wondered with his mouth full.
"That's what it sounds like." Joy muttered.
"Where could they be?" Megan frowned.
"Wilbur, have you seen Tony around?" Vincent asked.
"We thought he was with you." Wilbur replied.
"He's been gone for hours." Megan frowned.
"Oh, d-d-dear..." Aranea frowned back, sounding a lot like Piglet. "This is terrible!"
"A disaster." Joy stated dully.
"That's not good," Nellie said. "They can't have gone too far... You think maybe they went to Fern's place?"
"Farmer Zuckerman is calling Fern's place right now." Akito said.
At the Arable household...
The telephone soon began to ring.
"I'll get it," Fern smiled as she came to the phone and answered it. "Hello? Oh, hi, Uncle Homer!"
'Fern, are Tony and Banjo over there?' Homer asked.
"No, they aren't," Fern replied. "I thought Tony and the others would come over tomorrow though."
'They were here earlier, but they seemed to have disappeared somewhere.' Homer told his niece.
"Oh, no..." Fern frowned.
'You really haven't seen them?' Homer asked.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Homer, I haven't, I've been home with Avery all day." Fern sincerely told him.
'Well, if you do see them; please call me.' Homer said.
"I will, Uncle Homer." Fern promised.
Homer soon hung up and Fern also did.
"Banjo and Tony are missing... I wonder where they could be?" Fern asked herself as she walked away from the phone.
Akito was wondering the same thing as he started to pace around.
"I can't believe Tony's actually gone..." Lee frowned.
"Has he run away before as a kid?" Estelle asked.
"Well, this one time he tried to, but he ended up going up and down the neighborhood because he couldn't cross the street alone." Marc smiled nervously.
"I just hope that they're both alright." Jenny said.
"I'm sure they are, Jenny." Vincent soothed.
Even the Pokemon looked concerned for Tony and Banjo. Unfortunately, Vincent was half right as they were cold.
Later on, while Tony and Banjo were trying to get some rest after a long day, they heard something in the distance.
There was slight coughing heard from a kid around Tony's age who seemed to be looking in a trashcan. "Find anything, Crazy Legs?" the kid then asked, sounding rough and raspy.
'Crazy Legs?' Tony thought to himself out of confusion.
"Sorry, Sal, nuthin' here." An older cat told the kid as he jumped out of the trashcan.
Tony looked at both voices. The kid was heard coughing a bit and grunting. They seemed to be sick from being outside, and their clothes were rather baggy, torn, and tattered with a hat over their crimson hair.
"There's gotta be some food 'round here somewhere." The cat scratched his face as he looked around until then seeing Banjo and Tony.
Banjo's eyes widened and he soon hid behind Tony's legs.
"S-Stay away from us." Tony gulped.
"Hey, what're you doing out here?" The older cat smiled.
"Can I just talk to cats now or something?" Tony deadpanned to himself.
"W-We ran away from home..." Banjo frowned to the older cat before crying.
"Ran away from home?" The kid laughed, though coughed. "I know what that's like."
"You sound like you're sick." Tony said to the kid.
"Eh, I'll be fine, it's just a little cough," The kid chuckled, though still coughed. "It'll go away soon."
"Aw, come on out, that's better..." The older cat smiled to poor Banjo to cheer him up. "What's your name, little buddy?"
"Banjo..." The kitten frowned in misery. "I'm c-cold... And I'm hungry... And I wanna go home!"
"And I'm Tony Clark and I feel the same way." Tony added.
The cat and the kid looked to each other and decided to give them their extra clothes to keep them warm.
"That's a good Sal." The cat smiled to the kid.
"He could use it more than us." The kid smiled back, even about to offer the hat.
"Thanks, but no thanks." Tony said.
"There ya are," The older cat smiled. "By the way, uh, where is your home, and how come ya ran away?"
Banjo muffled since the scarf was too big for him and he was wrapped up in it.
"Um, well, I'm actually from a neighborhood in SouthDale." Tony said to the two.
"And what about your cat?" The kid asked him.
"Zuckerman's Farm." Tony replied.
"I-I live in a woodpile." Banjo added with a sniffle once he could talk.
"Some of my best friends live in woodpiles," The older cat chuckled. "Incidentally, my name is Crazy Legs, and this here is Sal."
"Its nice to meet you both." Tony said.
"Likewise." The kid replied.
"Crazy Legs?" Banjo asked the older cat.
"Yeah, that's it, kid!" Crazy Legs smiled.
"Mr. Legs, do you think you and Sal can help us get home?" Banjo asked.
"Uh, depends... Where is Zuckerman's Farm?" Sal asked.
Tony didn't look like he knew.
"A woodpile." Banjo said like it was obvious.
"Yes, but where?" Sal asked. "What state?"
"Payson..." Banjo replied based on what he heard from the humans.
"That's a long, long way from here." Crazy Legs said while Sal nodded.
"We'll need a ride to get back there." Tony said!
"Oh, we'll never get back home again, never ever!" Banjo soon sulked.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Sal scolded with a stretched voice. "Never say never! Just give us some time to think, okay, Kitty?"
"Uh, how did you guys get here?" Crazy Legs asked the boy and kitten.
"By a truck." Tony said.
"Well, all we gotta do is find that truck, and you guys are as good as home!" Crazy Legs smiled.
"Yeah?" Banjo smiled back.
"Yeah!" Crazy Legs nodded. "Say, I'm starvin', let's get somethin' to eat."
Sal coughed heavily again, sounding more and more sick.
"That's it; we've got to find a hospital." Tony said.
"If you can find one that'll accept a street rat..." Sal muttered slightly.
"Look, I know we just met, but you're my friend, and I need to help you." Tony told the kid until he soon found a hospital.
