Thank you, Pasta Masta. Don't worry; there's going to be a lot more where this came from.
Jali watched, amused, as Tooty ate up the stacks of Jinjoberry pancakes covered in honey. The honey bear was much hungrier than anyone had realized. When she seemed to be slowing down, Jali snapped her fingers. Tooty looked up, a ring of honey around her mouth.
A single white Jinjo marched in carrying a red backpack. She set the backpack beside Tooty's plate. "Essentials," Jali explained, "for your trip." The pack issued a loud snore. Tooty looked at Jali; the look on the Queen's face was priceless. Tooty wiped her face before investigating the backpack.
She opened it and saw a blue form snoozing peacefully. The Queen saw the sleeper and immediately dumped him out onto the table amid a flurry of wrappers. He turned out to be a blue bird not unlike Kazooie. He stood up on his silver legs and stretched his silver-tipped wings. "Ah, c'mon, Queenie," he said, "why you gotta be like that?"
Jali clenched her teeth. "Did you…eat all my food?" Tooty asked. "Whatsit to ya?" the bird said. Tooty jumped up and slammed her paws on the table. "I needed that food for my adventure!" she growled. The bird looked at all the empty plates on the table.
"Looks like yeh've eaten enough already, girly!"
Jali watched the bear and bird squabble until something inside her snapped. She raised her hands, magic pouring from her fingers. The bird felt a strange force pulling him toward the backpack. He tried to run, but he got sucked into the backpack anyway.
Tooty felt herself be turned around. Her arms swept back as if she was trying to fly. The backpack flew up her arms and onto her shoulders. She tried to pull it off, but it wouldn't budge. The bird tried to get out of the backpack, but that wasn't working so well either. He could stick his head and feet out, but that was it.
Jali looked on in horror as she realized what she'd done. "Tooty…I'm…so sorry…" she said. The bear and bird gaped at her. "What did you do?" they cried.
"Tooty…Trevor…I accidentally cast a spell on you. You will have to learn to work together before you can work apart."
Tooty turned her head to look at Trevor. He stuck his tongue out of his silver beak and rolled his eyes. Tooty sighed. Kazooie could be annoying, but if Banjo could deal with her, Tooty could deal with this Trevor bird. Hopefully.
"Alright," Tooty told the Queen. Trevor let out a surprised squawk, but when Tooty looked at him again, he made another face. "What is the adventure?" Tooty asked. "What? I'm going on an adventure?" Trevor screeched unhappily. "Oh, right," Jali, losing some of her accent. "My son, Jingobingo, has been kidnapped by the witch, Mingella…" "Let me guess…me and the Tooty-girl have to go rescue your little brat," Trevor groaned.
"Yes, and maybe you'll finally amount to something, you annoying bag of feathers," the Queen hissed, glaring at Trevor. He glared right back. Tooty sighed. "When do we leave?" she asked. "Oh, whenever you want, dahling," Jali said, her accent returning.
Tooty glanced back at her last half-eaten stack of pancakes. She didn't feel like eating anymore. "You ready to go?" Tooty asked Trevor. "As I'll ever be," he answered grumpily. Jalinga led them outside and pointed to a great tower high over the island.
"That's where that awful witch has taken my dahling son," the Queen explained. The tower was actually vaguely beautiful. At least it looked nothing like Gruntilda's. "Alright, Trevor, let's go!" Tooty cried cheerfully, trying to hide the uncertainty she felt inside.
"Like I gotta choice…"
Tooty hitched up her backpack (the spell allowed her that small comfort) and headed in the direction of the tower.