CHAPTER EIGHT: Ambush.
All was quiet at the inn that night as Jolly Roger tidied up the place, and sipped a few ginger beers. Merry Maggie was busying herself in the back room, rearranging several barrels and portraits, and the sailors were all gone, so there was no use to announce the closing of the inn for the night as Jolly locked up the doors.
At the rooms, Kazooie and Mumbo had made an agreement about the bed arrangements. Mumbo would sleep in the bed, while the bird would sleep in a nest on top of the cabinet by the window. They both slept soundly.
The only one that could not sleep that night was Bottles.
The mole hadn't really understood what Kazooie did earlier with Jolly, and couldn't keep his mind off what it could have meant. Finally, Bottles could take it no more. He looked to his wife to see if she was awake, and slowly got out of bed, harrowing toward the door.
"Honey," mumbled Mrs. Bottles in a distant and groggy voice, "could you get me a glass of water while you're up?"
Bottles' shoulders slumped, and he stepped out of the room. Most of the lights were out at the bar, so he decided to skip the water for later as it was already too hard to see.
Meanwhile, Kazooie started to ruffle her feathers with every breath, and it was really ticking off Mumbo. "Filthy feathered one must stop, or Mumbo shut bird up good," the shaman said. He reached for his zapping stick.
But Kazooie ruffled louder, and even began to snore.
"Dumb bird ask for it--!" yelled Mumbo. He pointed his zapping stick at the Breegull.
Just then, Bottles burst through the door. This caught Mumbo by surprise, and he accidentally zapped the mole.
"BZZARGH!!!" Bottles yelped, and collapsed on the floor.
"Oh no, what mumbo done? Attack not meant for Mole!"
Bottles slowly got off the ground. "Wha..."
"Mumbo so sorry for singed mole," said the witch doctor.
"You should be!" said Kazooie suddenly.
"Bird incorrect," said Mumbo, "it all HER fault."
"Okay, okay," said Bottles. "Enough fighting! Now, Kazooie, I need to speak with you."
"About what?" she asked.
"I can't sleep... with the thought you gave me before."
"What thought?"
"Well... you said something to Jolly to let us stay here for free... you didn't set up some kind of..."
"What, you thought I set up a date between you and Merry Maggie?"
"Um..."
"No, no, I couldn't do that! You're a married Mole, Bottles."
"Oh..."
"What I did was set up a date between MUMBO and Merry Maggie."
Mumbo's eyes bulged. "WHAAAT?"
"Yes, apparently she has the hots for you..." said Kazooie with a laugh.
"Smart-mouth bird learn not to mess with shaman master!" said Mumbo, and pointed his zapping stick straight at the very surprised bird, gripping it tightly.
"I'd like to see you try, bone head!" uttered Kazooie. "Just like you tried to -- WHOA!"
It was then that the whole inn shook violently.
"Was that you, Mumbo?" asked Bottles.
"No, whole inn shakes lots!" shouted Mumbo over the rumbling and shaking.
"What's happening?" yelled the mole.
Kazooie looked out the window, "OH NO," she said, "we're being attacked!"
The window lit up with every attack on the inn. Wood splintered, stone crumbled, and glass shattered as the unknown force continued to rage against the tavern.
"I know yer in there!" spoke a booming voice. "The red bird and skull man checked in, but they won't check out!!!"
"What's going on out there?" asked Bottles hurriedly.
"Can't see... It looks like a huge ship!" said the bird.
The force stopped attacking. The smoke cleared, and it was finally clear what was attacking them. Two hovering vessels floated over Jolly's Tavern as they re-aimed their missile turrets. One was the Rusty Bucket, the other, newly repaired and ready for battle, was the Salty Hippo.
All was quiet at the inn that night as Jolly Roger tidied up the place, and sipped a few ginger beers. Merry Maggie was busying herself in the back room, rearranging several barrels and portraits, and the sailors were all gone, so there was no use to announce the closing of the inn for the night as Jolly locked up the doors.
At the rooms, Kazooie and Mumbo had made an agreement about the bed arrangements. Mumbo would sleep in the bed, while the bird would sleep in a nest on top of the cabinet by the window. They both slept soundly.
The only one that could not sleep that night was Bottles.
The mole hadn't really understood what Kazooie did earlier with Jolly, and couldn't keep his mind off what it could have meant. Finally, Bottles could take it no more. He looked to his wife to see if she was awake, and slowly got out of bed, harrowing toward the door.
"Honey," mumbled Mrs. Bottles in a distant and groggy voice, "could you get me a glass of water while you're up?"
Bottles' shoulders slumped, and he stepped out of the room. Most of the lights were out at the bar, so he decided to skip the water for later as it was already too hard to see.
Meanwhile, Kazooie started to ruffle her feathers with every breath, and it was really ticking off Mumbo. "Filthy feathered one must stop, or Mumbo shut bird up good," the shaman said. He reached for his zapping stick.
But Kazooie ruffled louder, and even began to snore.
"Dumb bird ask for it--!" yelled Mumbo. He pointed his zapping stick at the Breegull.
Just then, Bottles burst through the door. This caught Mumbo by surprise, and he accidentally zapped the mole.
"BZZARGH!!!" Bottles yelped, and collapsed on the floor.
"Oh no, what mumbo done? Attack not meant for Mole!"
Bottles slowly got off the ground. "Wha..."
"Mumbo so sorry for singed mole," said the witch doctor.
"You should be!" said Kazooie suddenly.
"Bird incorrect," said Mumbo, "it all HER fault."
"Okay, okay," said Bottles. "Enough fighting! Now, Kazooie, I need to speak with you."
"About what?" she asked.
"I can't sleep... with the thought you gave me before."
"What thought?"
"Well... you said something to Jolly to let us stay here for free... you didn't set up some kind of..."
"What, you thought I set up a date between you and Merry Maggie?"
"Um..."
"No, no, I couldn't do that! You're a married Mole, Bottles."
"Oh..."
"What I did was set up a date between MUMBO and Merry Maggie."
Mumbo's eyes bulged. "WHAAAT?"
"Yes, apparently she has the hots for you..." said Kazooie with a laugh.
"Smart-mouth bird learn not to mess with shaman master!" said Mumbo, and pointed his zapping stick straight at the very surprised bird, gripping it tightly.
"I'd like to see you try, bone head!" uttered Kazooie. "Just like you tried to -- WHOA!"
It was then that the whole inn shook violently.
"Was that you, Mumbo?" asked Bottles.
"No, whole inn shakes lots!" shouted Mumbo over the rumbling and shaking.
"What's happening?" yelled the mole.
Kazooie looked out the window, "OH NO," she said, "we're being attacked!"
The window lit up with every attack on the inn. Wood splintered, stone crumbled, and glass shattered as the unknown force continued to rage against the tavern.
"I know yer in there!" spoke a booming voice. "The red bird and skull man checked in, but they won't check out!!!"
"What's going on out there?" asked Bottles hurriedly.
"Can't see... It looks like a huge ship!" said the bird.
The force stopped attacking. The smoke cleared, and it was finally clear what was attacking them. Two hovering vessels floated over Jolly's Tavern as they re-aimed their missile turrets. One was the Rusty Bucket, the other, newly repaired and ready for battle, was the Salty Hippo.