I actually had a chance to upload my story (*much cheering and celebration in mine honor*) so here is the next chapter in my story!

Thanks for the link you sent, Twilight Vestige. I can't imagine it being easy to do that without gagging. I just recently set up a Deviant account, and will have my artwork up soon. Dah!

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"Bear and Bird welcome!" said Mumbo cheerily, "What bring to mountain?"

"Hi, skullface," said Kazooie in her usual greeting, "Banjo here's a little… lost."

Banjo nodded idiotically. "Hiya!" he said, "Why've you got a skull for a head?"

Mumbo stared at Banjo. "What wrong with Bear?"

"He's forgotten pretty much everything in his life," said the bird, "And I have an idea on how we can get it back."

"Oh? What Bird think to do?"

So Kazooie explained her plan to the shaman. Mumbo nodded as the plot unrolled before him. "Mumbo like Bird's plan," he said, "But there problem… big hole in idea."

"What's that?" said Kazooie, her beaky smile falling faster than Grunty did from her tower, "Won't it work?"

"Bird's plan needs Mumbo's pictures," said Mumbo nervously, "but… erm… Mumbo no got pictures any more," he trailed off as Kazooie began to fume.

"YOU DON'T HAVE THEM?!?" she screamed, causing both Banjo and Mumbo to jump, "WHAT ON EARTH COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY DONE WITH THEM?!?!"

"Wumba threw pictures away," he whimpered, hiding behind his chair, "said they worthless."

Kazooie was breathing very hard. Banjo tapped her on the shoulder (for sake of the story we'll say she has one to be tapped).

"What?" she snapped.

"I… I just remembered the first place," he said, struggling to hide a pleased grin. Kazooie gave him a look that mixed shock and exasperation at the same time.

"Where was it?" she asked excitedly.

"It was at a beach—"

"THAT'S TREASURE TROVE COVE!" shrieked Kazooie, fluttering up in the air, "Come on, let's go now!"

She was about to dart outside when a lightning bolt struck right in front of the door. She screeched and dug her talons into the ground to stop herself from going any further. Cautiously she poked her head outside and drew back, dripping wet. "What the—it wasn't raining when we got here!" she said, shaking the water out of her feathers, "there weren't even any clouds!"

Banjo poked his nose outside and looked around. He drew it back completely dry. "What are ya talkin' about, Kazooie?" he said, scratching his head, "There's still no clouds out there." He looked back outside, and gasped as a torrent of rain suddenly decided to fall on him. Just as soon as it had started, the rain ceased, and it became night.

Banjo pulled his soggy head back inside and looked in confusion at Kazooie. "Does… does this happen often?"

"No… no it doesn't…" said Kazooie, "I don't know what's going on." She cast Mumbo a questioning glance.

Mumbo shrugged. "Not know what wrong with weather," he said simply, "Maybe… no, never mind."

"What?" said Banjo.

"Well… maybe Witch is behind changes."

"Yeah right," scoffed Kazooie, rolling her emerald eyes, "and Bottles is the tooth fairy."

"He is?!" said Banjo excitedly, "Whoa! I had no idea I was friends with—"

"That was sarcasm!" said Kazooie giving him a sound thwack over the head with her wing, "I'm joking. Bottles isn't the tooth fairy, and Grunty certainly isn't plotting anything this soon. C'mon, Banjo, we're gonna have to deal with the weather on this adventure."

Banjo was shivering underneath one of the palm trees. He gazed up at the grey sky, from which hailstones the size of cantaloupes ("cantaloupi"?) were hurtling towards the sandy, or in this case, snowy ground. The selfsame snow was at least four feet deep.

"Kkkkkkkazooie?" stammered the frigid bear, "Wwwwwwwhere do we ggggg go nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnow-wuh?"

Kazooie poked her head out and shivered as a blast of cold air hit her. At least she had a warm backpack. "There's an island somewhere in the sea called 'Sharkfood Island'. We get in the cave in the side, climb the tower, and one of the items should be at the top."

"Banjo cast a glance at the solid water. "Well, t-that shouldn't bb-b-b-b-b-bb-b—b-b-be t-t-to hard," he said. White puffs of air escaped his mouth with each word.

As soon as he had said it, the snow melted away, it stopped "hailing", and the sun shone bright and big. A bit larger than normal it seemed. Banjo blinked at the sudden light. He stood up and stepped out of the tree's shade and into the light.

The moment his paw touched the sand in the sunshine it gave a hissing sound. Banjo drew it up in pain and fell back, grasping his hurt foot. "What's up with you?" said Kazooie. She felt a tad worried about this entire situation, and this whole ordeal with Banjo's amnesia was starting to fry her nerves.

"I… I can't walk on it!" said Banjo through tears of pain, "The sand… it's too hot!"

"Oh you're just being stupid again," said Kazooie huffily, "Look, I can touch i- YEEOOWCH!!" She had stuck her wing out and prodded the sunlit sand. The heat was so intense that her feathers had singed and burnt her wing. "This… this isn't good…" she bit her beak (hmmm… that conjures an interesting mental image…) "Banjo, one of us is going to have to stay here. I can't carry you in the air, and you can't go in your backpack with me. I'll… I'll stay here. You can use your backpack to get across the sand."

Banjo thought it over. "I'm not sure… I don't think we should be separated." He looked into Kazooie's bright green eyes, she looked back into his blue eyes… and they both were lost for ideas."

"Maybe…" Banjo climbed up the tree and looked around, "Could we use this?"

Kazooie looked up. She saw his burnt foot. That doesn't look too good. "What?"

"It's a metal disk with a picture of a feather on it- OW! Never mind. It's too hot, too." He slid down clutching a burnt finger. Kazooie coughed up an ice egg and handed it to Banjo.

"Here, this should help." He accepted the egg and nursed his hand with it. "I can't leave you here like this, so I guess we're stuck here until the heat dies down."

Banjo nodded silently and leaned against the tree. Kazooie sat down and began to fan herself with her wing.

It's not so bad, thought Banjo, We just need to wait for the weather to change again. Considering that it keeps changing every few minutes, we shouldn't have that long to wait. He forced a smile and settled into a more comfortable position._________

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Hmm... What does Grunty intend to do with the dupo by changing the weather and time? Find out... at a time... in the FUTURE!!!

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