Woo! Another chapter! This one was hard. Mostly because I started it as a completely different chapter, but then I didn't like it and had to start over… boo.

Anyway, today's chapter title comes from the Kirby's Superstar soundtrack, by Jun Ishikawa. W00t!

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Chapter four: Looking out for Treasure

"The book is next saying 'Beanstone'," Fawful said to Kamek, who was sprawled out on the couch as though ready to take a nap.

"Yeah? That's nice," Kamek replied before burying his face in a throw pillow.

"There is also being a note here saying that it will not have sufficience for us to be finding any Beanstone," Fawful added, "The one we are needing, it has saying, is supposing to be purple."

Kamek, his face still in the pillow, reached over and blindly snatched the book from Fawful's hands. He peeked out from the cushion and looked at the book, reading through Cackletta's notes. "Hmm… well, it's Beanish, so this should be your strong point. Where do we find one of these things?"

Fawful thought hard. His specialty was science and engineering, not mystical items. "I am thinking that it is coming from the civilization of Soybean. So maybeing we could have the acquisition of them at some place where Soybeans had living?"

"And where would that be?" Kamek asked lazily.

"Possibling… the town of nextness to Beanbean Castle," Fawful replied.

"Don't they have a warrant for your arrest there?" Kamek asked, yawning.

"Yes," Fawful said, "But I am having confidence that I will be being able to have the fooling of them with a disguise of brilliance."

Kamek looked at Fawful with a clearly skeptical glare, then put his face back into the pillow. "Fine. Tomorrow. I'm tired."

"Although our progress in today has had much amazingness," Fawful argued, "I say to you that we have not had enough activity to be exhausting yet!"

"Look, you've got the energy of youth on your side. I don't," Kamek said, "Not to mention I've had to haul your lazy butt halfway to the stratosphere all day. I'm pooped," he rolled onto his side, turning his back to Fawful. He moaned. "Besides, my leg hurts from where you just had to kick it, and I fell from my broom, and I got pelted by a stupid Birdo egg!"

Fawful sighed. "I have supposition that I am understanding," he paused, looking around. "By the waying, where is the bed which I will have the sleeping on?"

"There isn't one," Kamek informed him, "All I have is this couch, and it's mine. You can have the rug."

"I am not wanting the rug," Fawful pouted, "Is it not having custom to be letting the guest be having the bed-like surface?"

"Not if he's an unwelcome guest."

Fawful sighed again, knowing the argument was lost.

"Just go play or something," Kamek said dismissively, "I need some quiet."

Fawful, grumbling all the way, left the house and spent the rest of the afternoon in the arcade. He returned to the house after the sun had set, and proceeded to fall asleep atop the huge bag of beans he had won by hacking one of the games.

He was awakened by Kamek kicking his makeshift bed.

"Kid, wake up."

"Uhn…," Fawful felt around for his glasses, found them on the floor near the bag of beans, and put them on. "I have awakenedness."

"Jeez kid, you really know how to sleep in," said Kamek.

"So is saying the nap-master," came Fawful's retort as he stood up.

Kamek frowned. "Anyway. If we're going to be going to the Castle Town, you've got to wear something different."

Fawful shook his head. "I say no! I have a disguise which is having much betterness!" he reached into one of the many pockets in his cloak and proceeded to don a false moustache. "Ta-da-ing!"

Kamek raised an eyebrow. "And you're going to put our lives and freedom in the hands of a fake moustache."

"Yes."

Kamek groaned. "You're wearing something else! Come here!" he opened a dresser drawer, pulled out a blue Magikoopa uniform, and threw it at the little bean. "Put that on."

"It is smelling bad!"

"Deal with it!"

"Well I cannot be having the changing of clothes while you are being in the same room!" Fawful insisted, trying to use any excuse he could despite the fact that he was wearing clothes under his cloak and therefore wouldn't really be exposing himself.

"I'll cover my eyes, okay?" Kamek said, wholly frustrated. He put his hand over his eyes and even turned his back to Fawful for good measure. "Now get changed!"

Fawful huffed and groaned, but did as he was told. He changed into the blue robe. "I am still having the keeping on of the moustache, howevering," Fawful said once he was changed, "As your disguise has feebleness and will quickly be seen through by the guards who have the guarding of the town."

Kamek rolled his eyes. "Of course."

"Shall we have going?"

"Yeah, yeah…"

The two left the house and proceeded to hop onto Kamek's broom and fly away.

They soon landed just outside the Castle Town. Kamek was a little uneasy, knowing that walking into Beanbean's biggest city right next to Beanbean's most wanted fugitive wasn't such a great idea.

"Look," he said, "Why don't you wait somewhere else and I'll find this Beanstone thing?"

"I am not being fooled," Fawful said, "You are going to have the running away if I am letting you be going alone!"

"No I won't," Kamek said, crossing his arms, "I'm just saying that you probably shouldn't be setting foot anywhere near this town."

Fawful shook his head. "No! Even if you are having trustworthiness, I am not trusting you to have the finding of the stone which is correct for our needs."

"I'm not an idiot. I know what the color purple looks like, you know."

"Regardingless." Fawful insisted, adamant.

Kamek sighed. "Okay… let's make this quick, then…"

The two of them walked across the bridge leading into the town, whilst Kamek looked around nervously for any guards. Not seeing any, he relaxed a bit. Now, as long as no one screamed for the police, they'd be okay…

"No speaking, though," Kamek said to his companion quietly, "It's not like you've got the most inconspicuous dialect."

Fawful smiled and made a lip-zipping motion with his hand.

They searched around the town for a little while and found exactly nil. Eventually they were forced to start asking townspeople about the stones, which Kamek didn't want to do at all. They went through several townspeople, getting nothing but responses along the lines of 'Beanstones? I've never heard of those,' until finally they found someone with some information.

"I study the ancient Soybean civilization," the old man said, "And I've got quite a few Beanstones in my possession."

"Is that so?" Kamek asked in reply, rather relieved, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to lend us a purple one?"

"Purple? I'm afraid those are very rare," the man said, "I've not been able to find any of those yet."

"Oh," Kamek paused. "I don't suppose you have any clues as to where I might find one?"

The old man thought about it for a moment. "Well… Purple Beanstones were said to be worn on jewelry made exclusively for the Soybean royalty. Since the Soybean castle used to stand right where the current Beanbean castle is now, there might be some buried around the castle."

"Greeeaaat," he nudged Fawful and started walking off. "C'mon kid, let's get digging."

Thus, the two headed over to the castle. Sneaking around the side and avoiding the gaze of guards, they wandered about the perimeter of the castle walls.

"Jeez," Kamek said, looking around, "How are we supposed to find these things? Are they underground or something?"

"I am thinking so," Fawful replied, looking around the ground. He took a few steps, and then stopped. "I am thinking that something has being under me."

"What?" Kamek looked at the ground at Fawful's feet. "How can you tell?"

Fawful stomped his foot. "I am feeling it. We should have digging here. Have giving of me your wand."

"Ohhh no! The grass is sparse here, you can use your hands!"

"Hmph. Baby," Fawful knelt down and started digging.

"Call me what you want," Kamek grumbled, "I'm not letting you dirty up my wand again."

"Ah! I am finding something!"

"Yeah? Is it one of those Beanystone things?"

"I am thinking so," Fawful pulled a rock from the earth and began wiping dirt off of its surface, "It is looking to be purple!"

"Well that was easy," Kamek said. "Now let's just—"

He was interrupted by the sound of castle guards calling out. "Hey! This is a restricted area!"

Fawful looked up at the guards. "Uh-ohing."

"Who are you guys!" the guards yelled.

"Er…" Kamek took a step back.

Fawful stood up, holding the dirty stone. His false moustache fell off.

"Hey, it's Fawful!" exclaimed one guard.

"Let's get him!" the other guard added.

"Crap!" Kamek cried, jumping onto his broom. "Let's go!"

"O of the Kay!" Fawful followed suit, jumping onto the broom, and the two started to fly away. One of the guards managed to grab onto the broom's end, dangling from it as they gained altitude.

"Be letting go!" Fawful demanded, kicking at the guard.

"Hold on, I got this," Kamek started bouncing the broom up and down, shaking the guard until finally he lost his grip and fell to the ground.

"Wootage!" Fawful proclaimed joyously, "We had the finding of the stone of much rareness, and we had the escaping from the guards!"

"That was way too close for comfort," Kamek said, relieved.

"Nowing! On we are going!" Fawful said, pointing forward purposefully, accidentally dropping the stone in the process. "Oops…"

"Gaaaah," Kamek swooped down and intercepted the stone as it fell, catching it from mid-air. He shoved it back into Fawful's hands. "Put the stupid thing in your pocket!"

"I have apology," Fawful said as he put the stone away into his cloak.

And so the two returned to Kamek's house in Little Fungitown to drop off their latest find.