CHAPTER FOUR: How do Rhino?
"Is there a back door to this place?" asked Kazooie.
Bottles rushed over to help hold back the door with the bird. "Er, no. Last time I checked..." He nervously adjusted his glasses, as they were slipping off while the mindless crowd continued to try to knock the door down.
The breegull thought for a moment. "Let's prop something up onto this door." Her talons were slipping against the floor.
"Okay, but then what?" asked the mole.
"First things first," said Kazooie, and with the help of little Goggles, rushed to get a locker up against the only exit.
Both the bird and moles sighed deeply. "Now what?" asked the thick eyed Bottles. "Were trapped in here?"
"Bottles, Bottles, Bottles," spoke the feathered one, "Think. You're a mole, and moles..."
"...What?" said the mole, scratching his head instinctively.
"What do moles DO, Bottles?" spoke Kazooie with an obvious tone.
"Er, take care of their little ones, dig--"
"YES! Give the man a dollar!" shouted the bird.
"Oh..." said Bottles and began to dig their way out. Goggles also helped, as it took his mind off Banjo's apparent death. They started first with the breegull's Rat a Tat Tap to brake through the cement of the wall, and the moles did the rest. Eventually, they saw light at the end of the burrow. "Just a little further..." grunted Kazooie and finally they broke through.
They were in the kitchen.
"I told you we should have dug to the left," muttered Kazooie, staring crossly at Bottles.
All three looked around. "There still might be a way out from here, "said the mole.
"Of course, you giant rat!" said the bird, "How do you expect the food to be delivered here?"
"Yeah, the snacks don't magically appear," said Big Al.
Big Al?
All three whipped their heads toward the voice.
"What are you doing here?" asked Kazooie. "The last time I saw your tusky face, you were selling me those, er, unpleasant burgers."
"Well," said the rhino, "I quit the job when I realized you were the only one I sold 'em to." He then sneezed heartily without covering his mouth. "Um, why are you here, and why is there a big hole in the kitchen?"
"Oh, a mob is chasing us and--" said Kazooie before being interrupted by a large KLANG. "Oh no! They've broken through!"
Kazooie quickly explained their dilemma. "Can you help us?"
"Er, yeah," said Al before horking up something nasty. "I'll hold them back until you leave, but hurry!"
"Er, thanks," said Bottles after wiping it off his flannel shirt.
Big Al ran through the hole and disappeared from view, and a soft BUTT could be heard.
They hurried off to find help.
"Is there a back door to this place?" asked Kazooie.
Bottles rushed over to help hold back the door with the bird. "Er, no. Last time I checked..." He nervously adjusted his glasses, as they were slipping off while the mindless crowd continued to try to knock the door down.
The breegull thought for a moment. "Let's prop something up onto this door." Her talons were slipping against the floor.
"Okay, but then what?" asked the mole.
"First things first," said Kazooie, and with the help of little Goggles, rushed to get a locker up against the only exit.
Both the bird and moles sighed deeply. "Now what?" asked the thick eyed Bottles. "Were trapped in here?"
"Bottles, Bottles, Bottles," spoke the feathered one, "Think. You're a mole, and moles..."
"...What?" said the mole, scratching his head instinctively.
"What do moles DO, Bottles?" spoke Kazooie with an obvious tone.
"Er, take care of their little ones, dig--"
"YES! Give the man a dollar!" shouted the bird.
"Oh..." said Bottles and began to dig their way out. Goggles also helped, as it took his mind off Banjo's apparent death. They started first with the breegull's Rat a Tat Tap to brake through the cement of the wall, and the moles did the rest. Eventually, they saw light at the end of the burrow. "Just a little further..." grunted Kazooie and finally they broke through.
They were in the kitchen.
"I told you we should have dug to the left," muttered Kazooie, staring crossly at Bottles.
All three looked around. "There still might be a way out from here, "said the mole.
"Of course, you giant rat!" said the bird, "How do you expect the food to be delivered here?"
"Yeah, the snacks don't magically appear," said Big Al.
Big Al?
All three whipped their heads toward the voice.
"What are you doing here?" asked Kazooie. "The last time I saw your tusky face, you were selling me those, er, unpleasant burgers."
"Well," said the rhino, "I quit the job when I realized you were the only one I sold 'em to." He then sneezed heartily without covering his mouth. "Um, why are you here, and why is there a big hole in the kitchen?"
"Oh, a mob is chasing us and--" said Kazooie before being interrupted by a large KLANG. "Oh no! They've broken through!"
Kazooie quickly explained their dilemma. "Can you help us?"
"Er, yeah," said Al before horking up something nasty. "I'll hold them back until you leave, but hurry!"
"Er, thanks," said Bottles after wiping it off his flannel shirt.
Big Al ran through the hole and disappeared from view, and a soft BUTT could be heard.
They hurried off to find help.