Prefic: A Bear and his Bird

Loud snoring sounds came out of the cozy-looking blue house. It was a very small house, And it looked like it had been recently (and somewhat poorly) fixed. Unpainted boards of wood were hastily nailed over a large hole in the roof. Other than that, though, it seemed like a very nice place to live. It was surrounded by a white picket fence, and it had a yellow dirt path leading up to the door that somehow managed to look very clean. A molehill was situated right outside the fence, but that was not why the strange blonde woman was there.

Lucretia walked up the path, reaching the somewhat small door. She knocked on it twice, and the waited patiently for an answer. Inside, a bear sat snoozing in his bed, oblivious to the woman right outside. Not everyone in the house failed to notice, however. A Red Crested Breegull popped out of the blue backpack hanging on a coat hanger, and it seemed determined to have the door answered.

"Hey Banjo!" the breegull yelled, squirming around in the backpack so that the coat hanger rocked back and forth. "Wake up! There's somebody at the door! BANJO!"

The coat hanger's rocking grew more and more severe as the bird tried harder to wake up the bear named Banjo. Shortly after it finished shouting, the bird squirmed a little too much, and the coat hanger fell onto the floor with a loud crash, punctuated by the bird's screech of surprise and pain. Fortunately, this seemed to do the trick, as Banjo awoke with a large yawn, and scratched his head.

"Hey Kazooie," he said, noticing the predicament of the bird, "what are you doing on the floor?"

"Trying to wake you up!" Kazooie replied hotly. "There's someone at the door."

"Oh. Well, that seems like a pretty silly way to wake me up."

Before Kazooie could get out a sarcastic response, Banjo plucked the backpack off the ground, putting it on as he walked to the door. Kazooie looked over his shoulder from the safety of her backpack as Banjo opened the door, revealing a blonde woman in oddly colored robes.

"Whoa!" yelled Kazooie as soon as she saw her. "Did you just fall into seventeen different vats of paint, or do you always dress so badly?"

"Kazooie!" snapped Banjo, angry at his friend's rudeness. Of course, he was used to this; Banjo was just about the only person Kazooie wasn't rude to, and even then she still insulted him from time to time. Despite this, the two remained very good friends. Banjo couldn't really explain it; they just shared a connection, which was certainly helped by the fact that Kazooie lived in Banjo's backpack.

The woman merely smiled at Kazooie's insult, though, not taking any offense. "It's quite alright. At any rate, I am here with an invitation for you."

"What, like some kind of fancy dance thing?" said Kazooie before Banjo could answer. "Or does Goggle Boy want us to watch another one of those stupid kickball tournaments?"

"KAZOOIE!" yelled Banjo again, frustrated. "Let her tell us what it's for."

"Alright, alright..." grumbled Kazooie.

"Your friend has no need to worry. This isn't an invitation to anything like that," said the woman, still smiling pleasantly. "It's an invitation to a tournament of 128 of the universe's most talented fighters."

"A tournament of fighters?" asked Kazooie, again before Banjo could speak. "Come on, Banjo! Let's go!"

"Now, Kazooie, we should think about this," said Banjo reasonably.

"Aw, but Banjo! It's so boring around here," pleaded Kazooie. "Without any witch butt to peck, there's nothing really exciting to do. I want to go on another adventure, and this sounds perfect!"

"Well..."

Banjo thought about it for a minute. It had been a long time since their last adventure. In fact, it felt like years. Maybe another one was coming up soon...but then this one was right here, and this time his little sister or the island didn't depend on them coming through. It might even be fun.

"...alright, we'll do it."

"Yay!" cried Kazooie happily.

The woman smiled again. "Excellent. We'll be leaving for the tournament grounds...now."

As soon as she said "now," the woman threw some strange dust over herself and Banjo and Kazooie. Banjo started to sneeze, but by the time he finished, they were no longer in Spiral Mountain.

By ThisIsAnOddName