CHAPTER FIVE: Eekum Bokum.

All was quiet in Wumba's Wigwam, situated just outside an abandoned amusement park in the Isle O' Hags. The wigwam itself had held up pretty well all those years, and the harsh weather changes it had gone through took little toll on the stand-alone teepee.

Humba Wumba lay still on her wool blanket as she napped by the fire in the center. She had removed the cumbersome puddle of goo after a mishap involving a misstep and a gruesome mis-morgification when she fell in. It took weeks to change herself back to human form after she became a Styrocasaurus.

She fell into a deeper sleep as she rested her head on her spellbook.

The Secret Eggs and Key saw their chance.

Yellow and Blue dashed inside the wigwam as Ice Key stood guard outside. They hobbled over toward the spellbook and slowly pried it form her hands.

"Come on now," whispered Yellow, "We're just gonna borrow it..." Blue carefully held up Wumba's feathered head as the book slowly began to move.

"How much longer?" hissed Ice Key.

"Just a little..." and the book had been removed successfully. The two eggs sighed.

"Bookattacka..." mumbled Wumba. The eggs froze. Had she awoken? Yellow and Blue looked at each other, and back to Wumba.

But she continued to sleep, and the Secret Items hurried off the find the other spellbook.

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While Klunty's stranglehold on the Jinjos went on, Mumbo was having a blast in his skull. The Shaman had invited 70 of his closest friends over for the JinjoBowl XI party, and had performed an Anti-SoundLeak spell around his house as to not disturb the neighboring tribes. They were constantly playing the Mingy Jongo tune from Banjo-Tooie; so loudly in fact that the windows shattered, but it was all in good fun.

"Which hut rock most?" asked Mumbo proudly. "MUMBO'S!" cheered the crowd, and they continued to play Pin the Ears on the Glowbo. They never noticed that the actual soccer game had halted hours ago.

Just then, Kazooie and the moles had run up to the entrance of the hut.

"I know Mumbo can help us with our Banjo problem," said Kazooie, "I mean, come on, he can revive aliens and strange safari men, surely he can bring Banjo back to life..."

Bottles had been covering Goggles' ears while she said this.

So she knocked on the door. No response.

"Hurm?" pondered the breegull. She knocked harder.

Nothing.

"Here, let me try," said Bottles and he pounded on Mumbo's door. "That's strange..." He scratched his side with confusion.

"Wait." She looked up. "Give me a boost," spoke the bird and Bottles did so. "Kazooie Flip-Flapped over to the top window and glided her way inside the hut. It was then that an unbelievably, thunderingly loud sound shoved her back out again.

"AUGHHHH!" the bird yelped as she fell back down beside the mole with a THUD.

"Well, that didn't work," said Bottles.

Kazooie glanced at the mole. "Well, I don't see YOU trying anything, Jam Jars!"

"That's my brother," he said.

"WHATEVER."

After that, Bottles dug a hole into Mumbo's hut. "Will that do?"

Kazooie kept quiet.

Inside, Mumbo made an announcement. "I thank all friends for coming. I--"

The crowd suddenly cheered uproariously for no reason.

"Mumbo asks for quiet," said he, and continued. "Mumbo's toilet is clogged, so please don't use."

Suddenly, a mound of dirt popped up under the shaman. "Aigh!" he yelled as Kazooie, Bottles, and Goggles appeared.

"We need your help!" spoke the Breegull, Banjo is DEAD!"

Mumbo passed out from one to many Dudweisers.

"Oh boy..."