Author's Note: Yea, I know, this series is oddly familiar to some of you. The original story was called "Banjo-Threeie", and I didn't really edit it very well, so I redid it. This chapter might be kind of confusing, sorry about that. That's why it took me so long to edit. I hope you enjoy it!=^.^=
P.S.- Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the first chapter!*^_^*
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or settings from Banjo-Tooie or Banjo-Kazooie. They all belong to the people at Rareware and Nintendo. I do own both games, and Aya and Blooie, though!:-P
Banjo-Threeie...er...2 1/2ie
Chapter 2: Return of the Winkybunion
Tooty ran as fast as her short legs would allow her to run the party. Her brother, who, even though she thoroughly enjoyed annoying, she loved dearly, was counting on her to bring the party supplies to Bottles. As she skipped through the tunnel, she knew at once something wasn't right.
Maybe it's just my imagination, she thought. She arrived just in time to see a bolt of electricity shoot down at the ground, causing Tooty to be blinded by the bright light.
And so it begins again...
***
It was an explosion that could be heard for miles. The two breegulls sprinted faster and faster until they finally reached the end of the tunnel. They returned to their places inside their backpacks as both the bears and the birds gazed at the horrendous sight of Jinjo Village, or should I say, what was left of it. The sky had turned an evil gray, while the grass, which just a moment before was lush and green, was now dry and shriveled. They also noticed the area was now deserted.
But no, that was not the worst of it. All of the houses in the once quaint and peaceful village were now blackened, as if they were burned to the ground and rebuilt from the ashes.
"What a way to crash a party," said Blooie with open eyes.
"You could say that again," Kazooie replied, simply staring at the remains of what should have been a party.
"Help!" cried a small high-pitched familiar voice, lined with desperation and fear.
Hesitating for a second, the group suddenly realized who it was. "Tooty!" they cried in unison. The dashed towards her voice, but by the time they spotted her next to the steps of King Jingaling's palace, they were too late, as well as too far away, to save her. The young honeybear, who had fainted out of pure terror, was being flown towards the dark sky by...one of Gruntilda's minions? Banjo rubbed his eyes, hoping against hope that he was seeing things. Gruntilda was dead, bodiless even; there was no way her minions would still be around!
"Bear and bird!" cried the familiar voice of a certain skull-headed shaman, who was running towards the heroic group of bears and breegulls. "Good you here!"
"What wrong…I mean what's wrong, skull head?" squawked Kazooie.
Mumbo stopped to take a deep breath, then replied, "Evil witch back!"
"You mean Gruntilda? But she's dead!" cried Banjo.
"Yeah, we kicked her ugly butt for the last time one year ago! Not that I think kicking witch butt isn't fun or anything…" Kazooie commented.
"Mumbo, do you think you could use your magic to get Tooty?" asked Banjo, ignoring Kazooie.
"No, need magic creature, also too late, little bear gone."
"Here come some more of those things that took Tooty!" cried the polar bear, pointing to a group of green monsters, deformed pterodactyl, green crab-like creatures (also known as Snippets), and a number of creatures that resembled a larger green monster named Klungo.
"Great! Let's get em, Banjo!" Kazooie said, gearing up for battle.
"There are too many of them, we have to get outta here!" Blooie cried. Everyone nodded in agreement, although Kazooie did so reluctantly. The minions were beginning to catch up to the group of five as they sprinted towards the top of the small slope.
He didn't see the rock coming, or should I say, he didn't see himself dashing towards the rock. His furry brown foot slammed down upon the small pebble…it slid back…he slid with it…
Banjo landed with a loud "Oof!".
"Banjo, this is no time to be taking a nap!" cried Aya.
Suddenly, the previously gray sky turned black, as lightning was seen and thunder was heard. Through all the sights and sounds, one single figure was clearly visible in the sky, beneath the clouds and above the ground. Although they saw it, they did not recognize it until a flash of lightning illuminated the figure.
Gruntilda was back.
***
Author's Note: That's the end for this chapter. How'd you like it? Also, a little note: bad flames (a.k.a. "This story was stupid", that doesn't make the story any better, does it?) will be fed to a pack of rabid wolves from Kentucky.
Time for a teaser!
Teaser: Banjo has fallen and he can't get up! Er…~O.o~…where'd that come from?…I think I'll start from the beginning…Our heroes are up against their worst (worst? More like the same one they had for five years…) foe yet. Will B-K survive their third encounter with Gruntilda the witch, now Gruntilda the ghost? Find out in the next chapter of B-T3…er…2 ½ie!
P.S.- Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the first chapter!*^_^*
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or settings from Banjo-Tooie or Banjo-Kazooie. They all belong to the people at Rareware and Nintendo. I do own both games, and Aya and Blooie, though!:-P
Banjo-Threeie...er...2 1/2ie
Chapter 2: Return of the Winkybunion
Tooty ran as fast as her short legs would allow her to run the party. Her brother, who, even though she thoroughly enjoyed annoying, she loved dearly, was counting on her to bring the party supplies to Bottles. As she skipped through the tunnel, she knew at once something wasn't right.
Maybe it's just my imagination, she thought. She arrived just in time to see a bolt of electricity shoot down at the ground, causing Tooty to be blinded by the bright light.
And so it begins again...
***
It was an explosion that could be heard for miles. The two breegulls sprinted faster and faster until they finally reached the end of the tunnel. They returned to their places inside their backpacks as both the bears and the birds gazed at the horrendous sight of Jinjo Village, or should I say, what was left of it. The sky had turned an evil gray, while the grass, which just a moment before was lush and green, was now dry and shriveled. They also noticed the area was now deserted.
But no, that was not the worst of it. All of the houses in the once quaint and peaceful village were now blackened, as if they were burned to the ground and rebuilt from the ashes.
"What a way to crash a party," said Blooie with open eyes.
"You could say that again," Kazooie replied, simply staring at the remains of what should have been a party.
"Help!" cried a small high-pitched familiar voice, lined with desperation and fear.
Hesitating for a second, the group suddenly realized who it was. "Tooty!" they cried in unison. The dashed towards her voice, but by the time they spotted her next to the steps of King Jingaling's palace, they were too late, as well as too far away, to save her. The young honeybear, who had fainted out of pure terror, was being flown towards the dark sky by...one of Gruntilda's minions? Banjo rubbed his eyes, hoping against hope that he was seeing things. Gruntilda was dead, bodiless even; there was no way her minions would still be around!
"Bear and bird!" cried the familiar voice of a certain skull-headed shaman, who was running towards the heroic group of bears and breegulls. "Good you here!"
"What wrong…I mean what's wrong, skull head?" squawked Kazooie.
Mumbo stopped to take a deep breath, then replied, "Evil witch back!"
"You mean Gruntilda? But she's dead!" cried Banjo.
"Yeah, we kicked her ugly butt for the last time one year ago! Not that I think kicking witch butt isn't fun or anything…" Kazooie commented.
"Mumbo, do you think you could use your magic to get Tooty?" asked Banjo, ignoring Kazooie.
"No, need magic creature, also too late, little bear gone."
"Here come some more of those things that took Tooty!" cried the polar bear, pointing to a group of green monsters, deformed pterodactyl, green crab-like creatures (also known as Snippets), and a number of creatures that resembled a larger green monster named Klungo.
"Great! Let's get em, Banjo!" Kazooie said, gearing up for battle.
"There are too many of them, we have to get outta here!" Blooie cried. Everyone nodded in agreement, although Kazooie did so reluctantly. The minions were beginning to catch up to the group of five as they sprinted towards the top of the small slope.
He didn't see the rock coming, or should I say, he didn't see himself dashing towards the rock. His furry brown foot slammed down upon the small pebble…it slid back…he slid with it…
Banjo landed with a loud "Oof!".
"Banjo, this is no time to be taking a nap!" cried Aya.
Suddenly, the previously gray sky turned black, as lightning was seen and thunder was heard. Through all the sights and sounds, one single figure was clearly visible in the sky, beneath the clouds and above the ground. Although they saw it, they did not recognize it until a flash of lightning illuminated the figure.
Gruntilda was back.
***
Author's Note: That's the end for this chapter. How'd you like it? Also, a little note: bad flames (a.k.a. "This story was stupid", that doesn't make the story any better, does it?) will be fed to a pack of rabid wolves from Kentucky.
Time for a teaser!
Teaser: Banjo has fallen and he can't get up! Er…~O.o~…where'd that come from?…I think I'll start from the beginning…Our heroes are up against their worst (worst? More like the same one they had for five years…) foe yet. Will B-K survive their third encounter with Gruntilda the witch, now Gruntilda the ghost? Find out in the next chapter of B-T3…er…2 ½ie!