/This nice little scene is mine! ALL MINE! PLAGIARISTS WILL DIE! Thank you! Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters within, except for the names (Panakus and Fergus) and personalities of the Grey Jinjo Family's eldest and youngest. I do NOT own the Jinjos. All locations in this chapter are property of Rare. Jinjo culture is shaping up nicely; you do not have permission to steal my ideas unless you ask, show me a sample of what you plan to do with it, and I agree. I guard my intellectual property jealously./

Idyll

Tooty had settled in to life at Spiral Mountain quite well over the past few weeks. Banjo and Kazooie were with her in the living room, which now housed the honey cabinet, birdseed and birdseed money (still guarded by proximity eggs) as well as the cuckoo clock which was restored along with everything else on Spiral Mountain. Tooty had wanted to hear about their adventures.

"So who was the boss in Mayaham Temple, then?", she asked innocently.

"Well, Targitzan, the Dizzy Despotic Totem Pole God, or Mighty Mayan God of Target Shooting, depending on who you ask", explained Kazooie. Tooty was the only person apart from Banjo who she never insulted or was sharp with.

"Jamjars had to teach Banjo the ancient art of Bird Handling before he'd let us into his temple. Well, that's what Targitzan called it – the move was actually the Breegull Blaster. Banjo?"

Banjo demonstrated the move.

"Oh… but don't you feel nervous with Banjo gripping your neck?"

"That's nothing", replied Kazooie, "You should see the Breegull Bash. NO, Banjo, that wasn't your cue to demonstrate. Remember what we said, once Grunty had been defeated? Never again? Put me down now. Anyway, getting back to the point here. What with Banjo using me like a machine-gun we stormed through the place – there were plenty of eggs about; even some golden eggs at one point – "

"Those give you rapid fire golden eggs for a limited time", explained Banjo.

"Yes, Banjo, I'm telling it thank you", said Kazooie, "and we had to collect these priceless relic thingies that Targitzan has set his Moggies to guard."

"Those were the basic minions in Targitzan's temple, like the Gruntlings in the Isle 'o Hags", explained Banjo.

"YES, Banjo", said Kazooie. "Once we'd collected ten of the darn things, Targitzan opened his Slightly Sacred Chamber. There was a Jiggy on the floor. So we grabbed the thing, stocked up on ammo – there were a few egg nests on the ground – and got the last ten."

"Then Targitzan opened his Really sacred Chamber for us", continued Banjo. Kazooie glared – she really did enjoy telling these stories – but she'd really have to learn to share them, just as she shared the battles.

"At first we thought it'd be a doddle – the Jiggy was on the floor just like in the Slightly Sacred Chamber – but then the music changed."

"That always means trouble…", sighed Kazooie.

"Targitzan's multi-segmented body just rose up out of the floor!", continued Banjo. "I suppose gods can do that sort of thing, but it was still a little freaky to watch."

"WAY freaky", added Kazooie"

"He had four segments, each with targets on, and a top segment. I had to circle around him, dodging the darts he fired from his mouths –"

"The top three segments had dart-firing mouths like the big statues we told you about", explained Kazooie.

"Not counting the top segment, but we'll get to that", continued Banjo. "I had to circle round, sidestepping his fire, trying to get Kazooie into a position where her eggs would hit the targets on his segments. And EVERY time we blasted a segment out…"

"A Moggy spawned.", finished Kazooie.

"And for each segment we had to face another moggy; for example, for the first we faced one…"

"The second, we faced two", chipped in Kazooie.

"The third, we faced three", said Banjo.

"And the fourth, you faced four at once?" asked Tooty, agape.

"Well, we're good at what we do", said Banjo, "so dealing with them was no real hassle. When we'd defeated those last four, only his top segment was left and he activated his Sacred Self Destruct (tm)."

"Quitter", said Kazooie in disgusted tones.

"So he exploded, shooting four darts into the walls of the room."

"He didn't even aim them!" said Kazooie.

"Then it was a simple matter to pick up the Jiggy from the floor. And so fell Targitzan to the Bear and Bird!", finished Banjo.

"I wish I could have seen it…" said Tooty.

"You always say that. It's dangerous out there! Leave it to the experts until you're bigger!", said Kazooie.

In Jinjo Village, meanwhile, the Grey Jinjo family had some serious questions for the Jinjo King regarding their family heirloom.

"Listen", said the eldest of the Greys, Panakus, "we have reason to believe that you took our family heirloom from the rubble of our home. It's quite logical."

"All the other Jinjos had dispersed", continues Fergus, the youngest, "and so their pieces of their heirlooms would have been as well."

"And Master Jiggywiggy does not allow anyone into his temple unless they make the effort to find at least one Jiggy", said Panakus. "All the worlds were closed at that point. None of the Jiggies within them could have been collected."

"Which leaves OUR Jiggy", finished Fergus. "Banjo and Kazooie saved the Isle 'o Hags – twice no less! – but we have every right to know where our heirloom is. We think you gave it to him when you opened Wooded Hollow."

"Ha!", said Jingaling, "You are as sharp-witted as ever, despite two years six feet under. Yes, you are quite right. Sorry – you were gone, forever I thought, and I so badlywanted a reminder of the times before I was raised to the throne. Then Banjo and Kazooie appeared, and a greater need called. I'm sorry; it should have been buried with you."

"We understand", said Panakus, "we just wanted to know where it was. Thank you, your majesty. Logic and reason guide your path", he finished in the ritual benediction of the Grey clan. The family's power shone and gave meaning to their words. The Jinjo King would spot flaws in logic with great ease that day.

"May my power protect you always", said the King. A golden glow filled him as he gave meaning to the words; the Grey Jinjofamily would have astonishingly good luck that day.

The ritual parting done, the Greys returned to their meditations in their home.

Back in Banjo's house Kazooie was telling Tooty about Mr. Patch.

"It was pretty clear that banana-face wanted us dead", said Kazooie. "He left us in the big top with a possessed inflatable dinosaur!"

"You though it was a seat, if I recall correctly, Kazooie", said Banjo.

"Yes, well… anyway, this one was very similar to Lord Fak, except we were in the air instead of the water."

"I felt so guilty for slowing you down that fight", said Banjo.

"That wasn't your fault, Banjo, Conga wouldn't let me in without you! Anyway, Mr. Patch got all huffy –"

"Literally", added Banjo.

"And blew himself up to a massive size. And we shot a patch out, so he got angry and spawned a flying pad along with evil boxing gloves. So we had to do some bombing runs with grenade eggs, we'd never had so much fun!", continued Kazooie. "He was covered in patches head to foot, and we had to puncture them all."

"We had to land more than once to restock our ammo, and what with him coughing up beach balls the way you or I would phlegm and the rubber boxing gloves punching out of the ground, I can tell you it wasn't a pleasant experience!", added Banjo.

"What with my expert flying, though", boasted Kazooie,"once we were in the air he didn't stand a chance. Before too long he was punctured in so many places, he deflated entirely, just like a balloon you forget to tie. Apparently, a Jiggy must have slipped inside him because one fell from where he was in the air before he vanished altogether."

An owl hooted outside.

"Look at that!", said Banjo. "It's time for bed; we've talked right into the evening!"

He and Kazooie led her gently to bed, loving smiles firmly on their faces. They tucked her in and closed the door behind them.

Banjo and Kazooie gave each other a warm glance of satisfaction. Life had become an idyll they hoped would never end.

/It would be nice if things could stay like this forever. But then it would be a very short fic, and I'd have to change the title and answer a deluge of questions about the Crystal Jiggies. Next chapter… Next chapter shall give you Grunty's POV. Why? You'll see! 'Till next time, fans!

P.S, this really is the last update today. MAYBE there will be more in the week. No promises.../