"A kazoo does not count as an instrument!" Saxon kept insisting to Kazooie. After bringing Banjo back to the stand after little run in with the new girl, Saxon and Kazooie had been at it for the past three hours.

"Oh, so what doesn't make it an instrument Stilts, I'd like to know!" Kazooie sneered

"Because a three year old could play that little thing. A saxophone actually requires skill Hot Head!"

"Well a three year old can't play a kazoo like me!" Kazooie sneered

"What, louder and more annoying?" Saxon snorted. Kaz took a wrench from the table next to her and chucked it at Saxon. He ducks in time, but the wrench is now heading for a new victim.

"Gahh!" Banjo yelled. He had been daydreaming about the girl again when the wrench clanks him in the back of the head. Saxon falls to the ground laughing.

"Sorry Banjo!" Kaz apologized as she kicked Saxon in the leg.

"Both birds better stop ruckus now!" scolded Mumbo "you scare customers off!"

"Sorry," they apologized. There was a big welt where Banjo had hit his head on the table and where the wrench hit him.

"Hey, Buddy, do want me to get a bag of ice?" Saxon asked

"That would be nice, thanks," Banjo groaned. "And maybe some Tylenol or something."

"Okay. I'll be back in a little bit."

"Maybe I should get it." Kaz insisted. "I'm the one who hit him in the head with the wrench."

"Fine by me," Saxon agreed. Kazooie ran off to get the medicine and ice while Saxon went to help Mumbo with the customers. After a while Saxon came back with something he had pulled out of the cart

"Hey, do you think you'll be needing this?" Saxon asked as he handed Banjo a helmet. Banjo laughed

"I don't know, it may have fit me before but I think the bumps on my head may make it a tight fit," Banjo joked.

"What you do this time Banjo, Trip," and egotistical voice chimed. Saxon and Banjo both groaned. It was Trophy Thomas.

"Where's that Tylenol?" Banjo whispered. Saxon stifled a snicker as T.T. jaunted up to their table.

"Hey T.T. What brings you here to the market?" Saxon questioned, "Is there a gardening contest?"

"Bah, why would I waste my time trying to make weeds grow," T.T. snorted, "I'm here on a mission."

"Really, what kind of mission?" Saxon asked

"Her," T.T. whispered, pointing to someone in the crowd. Banjo and Saxon looked to where he was pointing. The new girl was shopping at a gardening tool stand just across from them.

"Hey Banjo, isn't that he girl you met this morning?"

"…Huh? Wha… oh! Yeah, that's her." Banjo stammered

"You didn't try and ask her out did you?" T.T. sneered, feeling slightly challenged.

"Actually, I didn't ask her out," Banjo admitted, "we more ran into each other… literally."

"Is that where the bumps on your head came from?" T.T. had begun to ask. By then the new girl had left the stand across the way and was now wandering around Mumbo's shop looking around at the inventions.

"Well, well, look what my karma just brought over," T.T. smiled haughtily. Saxon rolled his eyes in disgust while Banjo tried to keep from being seen.

"Isn't she a prize? I'd like to win some of that. What do you guys think?"

"Being a bird, I can't say for sure, but for a mammal she's quite beautiful." Saxon admitted Banjo nodded shyly in agreement.

"Well watch as I sweep her off her feet with my good looks and winning charm," T.T. bragged as he began heading over to her.

"This ought to be good," Saxon snickered. By then Kazooie had returned with the ice and medicine.

"What's that jerk doing here?" she scoffed as she handed Banjo the items. Banjo quickly downed the medicine.

"Remember that girl? The one Banjo met this morning?" Saxon replied

"The French girl?"

"Yep, he's going to impress her with his 'winning charm"

"Oh I'm sure she'll be impressed," she laughed. The group watched as Trophy Thomas introduced him self to the girl. They couldn't quite here the conversation but it appeared the girl was only speaking French to him. T.T., in an attempt to try and communicate with her, was speaking really slow to her and using hand symbols.

"Umm…what is T.T. trying to say?" Kaz asked a little confused

"I think he's asking for her number… or something along that line." Saxon confirmed. For most of the conversation the French girl was nodding or cocking her head in confusion.

"I don't think it's going to well," Kaz snickered. T.T. kept trying until the girl seemed to nod in approval.

"Hey, I think she get's it!" Saxon pointed out. The girl was reaching into her bag and seemed to be looking for something. Then she pulled a little black spray can.

"Oh my God! She's going to pepper spray him!" Kazooie shouted. Now the girl was yelling at T.T. in French, hold the can in front of his face. Surprised by the rejection, T.T. was trying to convince her he meant no harm. Finally Mumbo came over and told T.T. to get his hinny out of his shop and to leave the girl alone.

"Darn, I was hoping she'd do it," Kazooie sighed as T.T dashed away from the shop.

"Me too. That would have made my day." Saxon agreed. "Though I don't usually wish harm on anyone, I don't mind as long as that person is T.T. or you,"

"Yeah I… what you say!" Kaz snarled

Banjo rolled his eyes. "Here we go again," He whispered to himself. By then Saxon was gone and Kazooie wasn't far behind him. Banjo laughed to himself and put his head back down on the table. A few minutes later he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" a familiar voice asked. Banjo lifted up his head.

"Oh… hello again," he stammered, "Um yeah I'm fine."

"That wasn't my fault was it? She asked, pointing at the welt on the back of his head.

"That? No that's from a wrench. This one's from this morning," he said as he pointed at a small bump on his forehead. The girl sighed with relief.

"That's good. Well it's not good, but…you know." she giggled.

"Yeah. No don't worry. Umm…do you want to have a seat?" he mentioned, pointing to Saxon's empty chair.

"Sure, merci," the two sat silently, for a while, not sure what to say to each other.

"So..." Banjo started off, "what was going on with T.T. and you?"

"T.T.? … Oh the guy who was following me around all day."

"He was?"

"Oui, such an arrogant brute. I overheard him bragging how he was going to win over my attendrissement with his charm."

"Yeah, he was bragging about it to us too."

"Us?"

"Me, Saxon and Kazooie. Kazooie you've already met. Might be a while before you see Saxon."

"Comment ça se fait?"

"Huh?"

"Oh sorry," she laughed, "how come?"

"He got Kazooie mad," Banjo laughed

"I see," she laughed, "Well, I've got head out. My friend is probably looking for me."

"Oh I see. I'll see you around?"

"Oui," she agreed as she got up and headed down road. Suddenly she turned around.

"Attente! I never got you name!"

"Oh. People call me Banjo."

"Banjo, like the instrument?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "Kind of weird huh."

"No," she laughed as she turned back around.

"Hang on," Banjo called out, "What's your name?"

"Viola," she answered, "Viola D'Amore."