A vast, sprawling community of straw huts lay within the valley the banana had led the kids and Bob to. All sorts of fruits and vegetables dressed in either long skirts or loincloths went about their day, whether it was returning from a hunt, or constructing new homes.
The children of the community were running around, playing with each other, and laughing.
"Woah..." Laura said. "This looks like a paradise..."
"If I recall my geography classes," Annie said. "Also, judging by the clothing they're wearing, we appear to have stumbled across the Maasai tribe of Tanzania!"
"Well...are they friendly?" Bob asked Annie.
"This is a warrior tribe..." Annie gulped. "I don't know."
The veggies walked into the village, the villagers turning to face the newcomers. Some of them whispered things about them, others chuckled a bit to themselves.
They had never seen people like this before.
Suddenly, the banana woman from earlier emerged from a tent, and whispered to a much older banana in a strange language. The banana looked at her and nodded, turned to the kids and started gesturing to a roaring fire.
"Does he want to...eat us?" Bob asked.
Annie was then handed a kebab.
"No." Annie said. "I think he wants us to eat WITH him..."
"ALRIGHT!" Junior exclaimed. "PAAARTY!!"