The room looked extremely plain and boring. There was no carpet, just tiles made of cement for a floor. The wallpaper was plain, too. A pale shade of pink. At least there was a small room connected, which was the bathroom. It even had a bathtub and a sink. Even two bars of soap. The main room had only three beds. They were each right next to each other. The blankets were at least soft and velvety, the color of magenta. The pillows were to die for. One bedside lamp was next to the one farthest from the wall. But, regardless of how you looked at it, either way, this fact remained outstanding and clear: there still were only 3 beds.

The ceiling was really tall, obviously so it could fit some of the larger roommates. The room itself was quite wide, so it could fit everyone without forcing them to sweat all over one another. Even still, it was pretty crowded. You couldn't get by walking without bumping into someone, or pushing and shoving. You were almost always touching someone or getting dangerously close to their self-proclaimed personal bubble, which varied person to person. It got pretty annoying after a while, and fights broke out.

"Brainless shaman purposely touch Wumba!" Wumba hollered at Mumbo, who had accidentally bumped into his arch rival.

"Mumbo wouldn't touch hideous wench if his life depended on it!" he growled back.

"Well, I think you just did," Bottles pointed out.

"Speak for yourself!" They both yelled.

As you could have guessed already, the room was also really loud. Sometimes you had to cover your precious ears to be away from it all. Jolly just locked himself in the bathroom to find some method of escape, with Boggy whining on the outside that he had to go to the bathroom really bad. Jamjars ordered everyone around so much that his throat got sore. In the end practically everyone had a headache and was tired out from all of the racket and the shouting.

"Eeeeew, I just ran into Chief Bloatazin!" Kazooie wailed. "Can you at LEAST put some decent clothes on!? It's really unpleasant looking at a fat naked leopard who has no understandable body shape whatsoever."

Chief Bloatazin had a hurt expression on his face. "I can't run right. I'm too overweight. No diet for me."

"Well then PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!"

"They... don't fit."

Mumbo came up to him. "Uh.... Who are you?"

Chief Bloatazin suddenly forgot what was going on. "WHERE'S TARGITZAN'S TREASURE! I LOST IT!!!!!!!" (A/N: FYI, this happened because if you already have found Targitzan's relic thingy, then you go up to him as Mumbo, he says he will only talk to Banjo, then starts wobbling around the place looking for the treasure all over again, even though it was right there all along in the middle. Hopeless character.) Mumbo sighed. "Fat feline hopeless."

"I can hardly take this anymore," Mr. Fit muttered.

"If you will but excuse me, I am undergoing the same kind of tribulations as you," Weldar sighed.

"SHUT UP!!!" Mingy Jongo said rather vehemently.

"What? Would you like a piece of me?" Weldar hissed, ready to chuck a bolt from his interior structure at no notice.

Banjo sighed. "Will you guys cut it out? You've been angry at each other for the whole time you've been here."

"I suggest you shut up yourself before the bosses all gang up on you," Mingy said evilly. "What? Never took us all on before at once?" He caught the expression of anguish. "Good call."

"Guh-oh..." He ran off to the other side of the room and decided to watch Boggy jump on the bed instead of get torn to pieces by the majority of bosses he had dealt with already.

"Careful, you're gonna break the thing!" Jamjars yelled.

"We have limited beds, ya know!" Old King Coal said.

"Not that you can actually fit in one or anything," Kazooie muttered.

"What was that?" Old King Coal threatened.

"Oh, nothing," Kazooie said airily.

"I wanna call that gosh darn bed!" Bullion Bill stated proudly.

"No you don't!" Mr. Fit said.

"Yuh-huh!" Bill argued.

"Nuh-uh!" Mr. Fit countered.

"Yuh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Grunty screeched. "It's MY bed!" She removed Boggy from the bed , and plopped down onto the mattress. "Goodnight!" She instantly began snoring.

"No fair!" Mr. Fit whined.

"I lost interest anyway...." Boggy said, staring at Mr. Pants while he did the belly dance.

The clock in the room read 5:00 PM..

"Hey, when does this contest thingy end, anyway?" King Jingaling said.

"When only one contestant is left," Honey B said sweetly.

"Oh. Dang it, that's a long time."

"I know."

Pretty much the same stuff ended up happening in the past few hours. Mr. Fit tried to get Bloatazin and Boggy to go on a weight loss program, the Unga Bunga tribe member strived to kill people with his enormous club, King Jingaling, Jamjars, Wumba, Bottles, Banjo, Kazooie, and Mumbo ended up playing poker out of idle boredom, Jolly accidentally left the water running in the sink somehow, and Weldar and Mingy ended up fighting each other. Already, some contestants were losing it. But none of them were willing to give up the win so easily.

In the end of the day, the ones who eventually got the beds were Grunty, Banjo, and Unga Bunga (by force). Kazooie just decided to sleep on Banjo's bedpost, and Canary Mary just copied the idea and slept on Mr. Fit's bedpost. Everyone else slept on the cold, hard floor.