Disclaimer: As Kazooie would say, "in my day we didn't have to keep stating that we didn't own this stuff...."
Bill: A picture of Fiddle may now be viewed on Zeldakid555's author info page.
Banjo: You know Fiddle, if you're ever going to finish this quest, you need a new move or twove, heh heh.
Kazooie: We only needed one move in my day, and it wasn't anything special either!
Banjo: Try this one, how about you slip the cloth off that hobo pack and whack enemies with the stick!
Fiddle: Err....... if you say so.
Ding: Let me examine that glove of yours, why it is extra stretchy!
Fiddle: And that's important why?
Pippo: Extra tastes extra like cheese.
Ding: I'll bet, yes, let's see. (Take right glove off of Fiddle, begins to stretch it. Soon it's big enough for all three of them to fit inside it. Banjo holds it while they get inside it, and when he let's go, they fly a good 50 feet.)
Fiddle: (Gets up, brushes self off) Another new move.
Banjo: And a real zinger too, heh heh.
Pippo: Tastes like cheddar. (Everyone notices the small hole in Fiddle's glove, and the bit of rubber dangling from Pippo's beak.)
Kazooie: That idiot is not right upstairs.
Ding: He was dropped on his head several times as a young lad.
Kazooie: More like several MILLION times.
Banjo: That's not nice, and neither is rice, heh heh.
Fiddle: Well, I have two moves, let's go.
Kazooie: Change those clothes, they look ridiculous.
Bill: So, our brave, er, intrepid, er, excited, er, still-breathin explorers continued on their, bold, er, just plain old quest.
Fiddle: (Strums guitar.) Everyone now, kumbayah my lord, kumbayah.
Ding: Someone's slamming the banjo my lord, kumbayah, whoa-oh-oh kumbayah.
Pippo: Gently up the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is such a sneeze.
Yaslotsky: (Russian man enters, attempts to say "but you" but sneezes.) bachoo, bachoo
Fiddle: What's he saying?
Pippo: Cheese?
Ding: Don't know.
Bill: Yaslotsky leaves, after realizing that they can't understand him. The next morning they set off to look for Sabre, the next major enemy.
Pippo: Here comes the bride, here comes the bride.
Ding: That's nice Pippo, why don't you rest your head in your armpit for a while?
Fiddle: (Looks up, sees what appears to be a small object on fire.) Aren't those the eyebrows I lost earlier?
Pippo: Look at foxy go, thumpety thump thump....
Ding: Take a nap Pippo!
Fiddle: Let's see, Sabre should be one of these directions. (Holds finger out, spins in a circle.)
Ding: Oh look, the entrance to Canyon Land.
Fiddle: How will we ever get across?
Ding: Dunno, (scratches head.)
Pippo: Cheese?
Ding: Shush now Pippo.
Pippo: Cheese!
Fiddle: Shut up!
Pippo: CHEESE! CHEESE! CHEESE!
Fiddle: Oi, what an idiot.
Pippo: (Takes a bite of Fiddle's glove.)
Ding: Stop that!
Bill: Will they figure out what Pippo wants? Tune in for
the next part of Fiddle's Faddle with Monsters.