CHAPTER SIX: Klunty the Ugly.
Mumbo slowly opened his eyes to see Bottles dabbing a wet cloth on his numb skull. "Ooh, Mumbo needs aspirin..."
Kazooie spoke. "How rowdy do these parties of yours get, bone boy? I knew witch doctors partied hardy, but this is a bit much..."
The shaman looked around the room to see that all the guests had gone, leaving the hut in shambles. All the tables were upturned, the steps leading to the upper floor had crumbled away, and chairs had been stuck upside down from the ceiling.
--"Great Mumbo magic alone will not fix this...OOH! EEE! OOH-AHH-AHH!" he added when Bottles applied some iodine the Mumbo's scrapes, which he had gotten from crushing beer cans under his armpits.
"Anyway," spoke the mole, "like Kazooie said before, Banjo was zapped by something up in the stands. We were wondering if you could revive him."
"Mumbo need big rest and hangover medication before attempting shaman spell," he said. "Mumbo also need dead body to perform spell, so bring furry bear here."
"There may be a problem with that," replied Kazooie, "cause right now, the crowd should be rioting the stadium... here, take a look," she said as she turned on the telly in the corner.
And on the TV, to everyone's surprise, appeared Kluntilda.
"...Once again, my good friends," said the witch, "JinjoBowl XI has been cancelled due to the fact that I NOW CONTROL EVERYONE IN THE STADIUM. Hahahaha!"
Mumbo, Kazooie, Bottles, and Goggles all gasped in disbelief.
"It seems that Kazooie somehow evaded my attack," continued Klunty, "and is on the loose. Don't think you'll escape that easily!" She cackled heartily.
"Oh my!" shouted Bottles. She's going to send her baddies after us! And we have no place to hide!"
"Snap out of it, See-further-A-Tron!" yelled Kazooie, "I know a place that we could be safe in. Now let me hear!"
Klunty resumed, "Even if you can't be found, your loved ones will! So either way, IT'S BYE-BYE TODAY!"
"I thought the witch didn't rhyme anymore," spoke Goggles from under his safety blanket. "I-is she going to get us?"
"Don't worry, son," said Bottles, "We'll be all right. Won't we, Kazooie?" He stared at the Breegull. "Won't we?"
Kazooie shrugged her feathered shoulders.
Mumbo slowly opened his eyes to see Bottles dabbing a wet cloth on his numb skull. "Ooh, Mumbo needs aspirin..."
Kazooie spoke. "How rowdy do these parties of yours get, bone boy? I knew witch doctors partied hardy, but this is a bit much..."
The shaman looked around the room to see that all the guests had gone, leaving the hut in shambles. All the tables were upturned, the steps leading to the upper floor had crumbled away, and chairs had been stuck upside down from the ceiling.
--"Great Mumbo magic alone will not fix this...OOH! EEE! OOH-AHH-AHH!" he added when Bottles applied some iodine the Mumbo's scrapes, which he had gotten from crushing beer cans under his armpits.
"Anyway," spoke the mole, "like Kazooie said before, Banjo was zapped by something up in the stands. We were wondering if you could revive him."
"Mumbo need big rest and hangover medication before attempting shaman spell," he said. "Mumbo also need dead body to perform spell, so bring furry bear here."
"There may be a problem with that," replied Kazooie, "cause right now, the crowd should be rioting the stadium... here, take a look," she said as she turned on the telly in the corner.
And on the TV, to everyone's surprise, appeared Kluntilda.
"...Once again, my good friends," said the witch, "JinjoBowl XI has been cancelled due to the fact that I NOW CONTROL EVERYONE IN THE STADIUM. Hahahaha!"
Mumbo, Kazooie, Bottles, and Goggles all gasped in disbelief.
"It seems that Kazooie somehow evaded my attack," continued Klunty, "and is on the loose. Don't think you'll escape that easily!" She cackled heartily.
"Oh my!" shouted Bottles. She's going to send her baddies after us! And we have no place to hide!"
"Snap out of it, See-further-A-Tron!" yelled Kazooie, "I know a place that we could be safe in. Now let me hear!"
Klunty resumed, "Even if you can't be found, your loved ones will! So either way, IT'S BYE-BYE TODAY!"
"I thought the witch didn't rhyme anymore," spoke Goggles from under his safety blanket. "I-is she going to get us?"
"Don't worry, son," said Bottles, "We'll be all right. Won't we, Kazooie?" He stared at the Breegull. "Won't we?"
Kazooie shrugged her feathered shoulders.