Banjo-Kazooie: Escape from the Escape Chamber
Banjo and Kazooie were at home. Banjo was sitting on the sofa, reading a newspaper.
"Come on, Banjo!" Whined the impatient bird. "I want to do something today." Banjo looked at her.
"Do what, Kazooie?" The bear asked.
"I don't know. Something other then just being here doing nothing seeing you read the newspaper. Honestly, I can't understand why there are still newspapers out there when there's the internet where you can catch current events online." Banjo shrugged.
"You can say the same thing about the TV. If there's still a demand for them, then there's still a demand for them."
"But it seems unnecessarily."
"What are you going to do? Now quit talking while I read the funnies." Kazooie sighed. Something then caught her eye on the back of the newspaper that Banjo was reading.
"What's that?" Banjo looked at her, confused.
"What's what?"
"On the back of the newspaper." Banjo flipped it, and they both read about the new Escape Chamber attraction at WitchyWorld. "An Escape Chamber? Sounds fun! That's it, I say we go there." Banjo looked at his feathered friend.
"I don't know, Kazooie. It's WitchyWorld. You know how rundown the attractions are there."
"Yeah, but that was 18 years ago; almost two decades. Times have changed since the start of the new millennium. WitchyWorld should've too."
"I still don't know, Kazooie."
"Pleaaaasssseeee, Banjo; it's something for us to do, and we never have done it before. We've seen them in TV shows, and they look awesome."
"Well, if you really want to do it."
"Yes, Banjo; I do want to do it." Banjo sighed.
"Very well." Kazooie cheered.
"Oh. thanks, Banjo; you won't regret it!"
"But it says here we need a group of five."
"Well, that's easy. We're just get Mumbo, Jamjars, and Bottles."
"They have to all agree first. We can't force them if they don't wan't to."
"They'll want to."
"How do you know?"
"Because they'll be idiots not to; they won't know what they'll be missing out on." Banjo sighed again.
"I knew you were going to say that."
Banjo and Kazooie went all around to ask their friends, and they all said they would come.
"Told you, Banjo!" Kazooie told him after they asked Mumbo. Banjo sighed yet again.
"You're right, Kazooie. You know our friends too well. You got them twisted around your red wing." Kazooie smiled.
Later that day, they all met up at the entrance to Witchyworld
"I hope this is worth it." Jamjars stated.
"Oh, it is." Kazooie said to him.
"How do you know?"
"Because it's better then doing nothing."
"Bird is right." Mumbo agreed. "Mumbo works so hard as shaman. Time off will do good."
"What are we standing around here then?" Bottles questioned. "Let's go. I have the wife and the granddads to get back to."
"You know, Bottles." Kazooie told him as they entered the theme park. "It's hard to think you are now a grandpa."
"Yeah, I can't believe it either. Kids grow up so fast. This gives me an opportunity to get away from all of them, so thank you."
"Don't mention it. Happy to help."
"Wow!" Kazooie observed seeing the desolate, uneventful park. "18 long years, and this place hasn't changed a bit."
"I wonder why they opened a new attraction then." Bottles wondered out loud.
"Probably in hopes of attracting more visitors here." Jamjars reasoned.
"Oh, I guess that makes sense."
"You bet your booty it does!" Kazooie added. They were then in front of the attraction. "Hey, no line; lucky us!" As they walked up to it, they all saw Humba Wumba. This made Mumbo mad.
"What Wumba doing here?!" He demanded to know. Banjo leaned towards him.
"Just don't interact with her, and everything will be fine." They then saw Mumbo walking towards her. "Mumbo!"
"Too late." Kazooie put in. They all ran after the shaman.
"Hey, Wumba!" Mumbo said to her. "What you doing here?" Humba turned to him.
"Great to see you too, Mumbo." Humba greeted.
"Yeah, great to see you too. Now, my question. What you doing here?" Humba was mad now.
"What? I can't enjoy my day in your presence? You're not the boss of me; I can be here if I want."
"So can Mumbo."
"I never said you couldn't be here."
"You can stay. Don't make Mumbo mad through." Humba put her hands on her hips.
"Don't make me mad, and it's a deal."
"Deal." Next, Wumba looked at Banjo and the gang.
"Hey, guys!"
"Hey!" They all greeted back. She looked at Banjo.
"So, Banjo, any new adventures lately?"
"Not since ten years ago." The bear answered.
"Yeah!" Kazooie added. "We need some excitement in our lives. That's what we're here for; to try our wing on the Escape Chamber."
"Escape Chamber?" Humba questioned. "That's what I'm here for."
"Well, we're here to do it better." Mumbo stated. This made Humba mad again.
"It's not a competition, Mumbo."
"Mumbo knows that, but if it was, we would win." Humba was about to argue further when Banjo interrupted.
"So, who are you here with?" He wanted to know. Humba looked at him.
"That's the thing. I guess I was so excited that I forgot to do the invites."
"Ha!" Mumbo laughed. "Bear and Bird were smarter then you. They invited Mumbo and these two." Humba shot a look at the shaman.
"Well, I was hoping there will be a few folks here to ask if they'll be my teammates."
"And? How that going?" Humba sighed.
"Not good. You guys are the only ones I've seen." This made Mumbo laugh again.
"Ha! Looks like you made huge mistake." Yet again, Humba was mad.
"I can make mistakes, Mumbo, just as I'm sure you made some."
"Not nearly as big as you."
"Ugh; you're so unbearable to be with. I can't believe our last game made it so we were married."
"Yeah, that was stupid like terrible, creepy, messed-up fan fiction."
"And it was even more stupid that it was on another game system." Kazooie put in. "So, Nintendo players couldn't buy our new game without buying the other system first, costing them more money just for one game."
"It was." Banjo agreed. "But we just do what the developers tell us to, and just go with it."
"We even looked a bit different too."
"Yeah, we did."
"So, you guys are here for the Escape Chamber?" Someone asked. They all looked as they saw a humanoid creature with blue skin, red lips, and orange eyes. He had a white shirt with a clown face on it. On top of his head was a top hat. "Mc Bellyhop's my name, host of an Escape Game is my game. My lookalike cousin is in charge of what is known as the Star Carnival. Why I just told you that, I have no clue."
"I don't know why you said that either, freaky-looking creature" Kazooie admitted.
"Kazooie!" Banjo scolded. "Be nice!"
"I can't help it if he's a freaky-looking creature." Banjo looked at Bellyhop.
"Sorry about her." He apologized.
"That's okay; I'm a tough guy." Bellyhop said. "No mean insults hurts me. So, are you all ready for your challenge?"
"I'll come back another day when I have teammates." Humba said. Bellyhop looked at her.
"Nonsense! You can join this team right here." All of them were shocked, but none were as shocked as Mumbo and Humba.
"I would never team up with this numskull!" Humba argued.
"Mumbo as well!" The shaman agreed. "He wold rather die them team up with this witch lady." Humba put her hands on her hips, and looked at him.
"I'll turn you into a frog."
"Oh, yeah?! Well, Mumbo will...do something to you." Humba smiled.
"Aw, you can't think of anything."
"Mumbo will later, and it'll be far worse then turning into a frog." Bottles gasped.
"You're going to kill her?!" Mumbo looked at him, shocked like Kazooie and everybody else.
"Dang, Bottles!" Kazooie said. "Way to make this story dark. I didn't know you had it in you to be so morbid."
"Good gosh, no, Bottles!" Mumbo said. "That so dark. Yes, me hate that woman more then anything in the world. But not going to murder her. Me no monster." Bottles sighed in relief.
"That's good to hear. I don't know why I thought you would go there."
"Mumbo don't know either."
"But we got five team members including myself. We read that's the maximum."
"Yeah!" Mumbo added. "So Humba can't join."
"Nonsense!" Bellyhop said once more. "That may be in the rules, but since she came all this way, I'm willing to bend the rules." Mumbo looked at Banjo.
"Bear," He began. "Must choose now. But choose me, and this witch can beat it." Humba was shocked.
"What?!" She questioned. She looked at Banjo. "Banjo, look deep within your heart. What does it say?"
"Oh, no." Banjo said. "I didn't realize I have to make a touch decision."
"Well, at least it's not me." Kazooie put in. "So they won't be able to blame me. You're on your own. No pressure."
"That's enough!" Jamjars erupted. Everyone looked at him.
"Whoa, Jamjars! I know you are a drill sergeant, but where did that come from?"
"Sorry, bird." He looked at Mumbo and Humba. "You two are are acting like childish brats! Banjo shouldn't have to decide. You two are adults, so you guys both come in, and act like adults, No fighting."
"I'm willing for bygones to be bygones for this." Humba said.
"Good, glad to hear." He looked at Mumbo. "Mumbo? What do you say?" Mumbo didn't speak. "Mumbo!" The shaman sighed.
"Fine!" He looked at Humba, and offered his hand. "Mumbo willing to as well for friends' sakes. But don't try anything suspicious." Humba smiled.
"I won't if you won't."
"Deal!" And with that, they shook hands. This touched Bellyhop.
"Aw!" He marveled, wiping away a lone tear. "It gives me great joy to see such bitter friends make up like this."
"Trust me!" Kazooie told him. "It won't last long. Once in the chamber, they'll try to rip the other's throats out again."
"Then I hope it lasts more then an hour at best, depending on how fast you guys work as a team to get this done and over with." He gave them all pieces of paper and clipboards and pens.
"What are these?" Banjo wanted to know.
"Waivers." Bellyhop answered. "Just telling you guys that we at Witchyworld aren't responsible if something happens."
"Aw!" Kazooie piped up. "To make it more interesting. I get you. Sign it, Banjo." Banjo signed it, then Kazooie. When they were all done, they all handed them back to Bellyhop who grabbed them. "Follow me." They then all followed him into the attraction.
"It looks like we're in Count Dracula's castle instead of an escape chamber." Kazooie observed as they all entered the room. It was indeed like they were in a vampire's castle. Cobwebs were in every corner of the room. Skeletons were also everywhere. There was also a staircase, and candelabrums were perched under every windowsill. Red carpet was all around. "This is just an escape chamber, right Bellhop?"
"It's Bellyhop." Bellyhop corrected who spoke from a speaker in the room. "I don't work in a hotel. Anyways, yes, this is an escape chamber, and nothing more. Also anyways, you have one hour to escape. You have to solve puzzles, and work together as a team in order for it all to work. If you fail to do this in the time limit, well, you don't want to know. No pressure. Good luck!" The digital timer on the left corner of the room began to count down. Jamjars looked at his friends.
"You heard that unknown humanoid creature." He told them. "We have an hour. So, go find some clues, and solve them. Hup-two; hup-two! Time's wasting!" Bottles, Mumbo, And Humba went off.
"We know, Jamjars." Kazooie said. "The more time we spend here listening to you yammering on about it, the less time we have to escape, and you said we have to escape, now quit talking, and start doing!" Jamjars looked at her.
"You're the one to talk, Kazooie. Quit your squawking; you're the one holding us up."
"He's right, Kazooie." Banjo said to her as the mole went off. "We better get moving."
"Then let's get moving. What's holding you back?" Banjo was about to say something, when he didn't. He walked off instead. "Finally; we're actually doing something!"
"Good thing you weren't married to Humba." Mumbo stated who was nearby with Mumbo. "That girl talks nonstops if get the chance!" Wumba looked at him, hands on hips.
"Excuse me?!" She questioned. "I do not."
"If given chance, you would."
"And if I was given the chance, I will turn you into a frog; I will!" Mumbo scoffed.
"Without magic pool, Mumbo like to see you try!" Wumba was about to attack him when Jamjars held him back.
"Whoa; cool it, guys!" Bottles said. "Bellyhop said that in order for this to work, we have to work together. Arguing won't help, and it's not working together. It only makes things worse."
"Nice pep talk." Kazooie complimented. "Do you tell that to your kids?" Bottles looked at her.
"As a matter of fact, I said that exact same thing to them when they were younger. Goggles accidentally broke Spekkles's toy airplane. Specckes would've ripped Goggle's DK plush in half if I haven't stepped in on time."
"Wow!" Kazooie observed. "You really wanted to be father of the year, didn't you?" Bottles smiled.
"No, just a good father. The same thing goes to my grandkids."
"Well, there's a lot of grandfathers and fathers out there, so you really have to step up your game."
"I said I don't want to be father and grandfather of the year. I just want to be there for them when times get tough,"
"Sure you do. You keep telling yourself that, goggles boy." Bottles just sighed.
"We're wasting time here!" Jamjars told them all. "Let's stop the chitchat, and think where the first hint could be." They all agreed, and all scanned the room.
"Everything looks normal to me." Kazooie said. "This is hard. I don't see any..." She then noticed one of the skulls on one of the skeletons was cracked. "Wait, there's a crack on that skull."
"Good detective work, Kazooie." Banjo told her. "I saw it too, but it's still a good observation."
"Why thank you, Banjo." Kazooie stated. "That what we should've been doing all of this time, we should've gotten jobs as detectives."
"Let's not get too crazy here, Kazooie, and leave that to the professionals."
"The professionals weren't professionals when they began. It took time, and it'll take time for us."
"Still, let's just leave that to them." Kazooie sighed.
"Fine, it was just a suggestion though."
"And a good suggestion it was. I'm not going to do it."
"I'm not going to do it either, and leave it to the professionals. Let's just do what we do best, have adventures, and kick bad guy butts." Banjo smiled.
"I'd like that."
"I knew you would."
Jamjars produced a note out of the skeleton head.
"Guys!" He said with joy. "It's the first clue!" everyone cheered.
"That's great!" Kazooie complimented. "Now, read it to us, sergeant mole." Jamjars smiled.
"With pleasure, feathered bird."
"Mumbo was about to blame Wumba if she did anything to it that caused crack." The shaman admitted. Wumba was about to hit him, when Jamjars cleared his throat. So, she just stayed quiet as they listened as Jamjars read the first clue aloud to them.
"You might need new eyes for your eyes." Kazooie was confused.
"Huh?" She asked. "What the heck does that mean? Do they mean glasses? I'll look very awkward in them. We all would." Jamjars produced some glasses with bat wings.
"Yep." He told her. "They do mean glasses." The bird sighed.
"Well, don't just hold them! It said you need new eyes for your eyes, so go use them! You might look awkward with them on, but we all have to make sacrifices " Jamjars put them on, and scanned the room.
"I don't see anythin..." He then was shocked. "Whoa; there's blood on the wall!" Everyone was shocked.
"WHAT?!" They all wanted to know at the same time. They all looked at the wall. They looked back at him.
"I think those glasses are wrong." Kazooie said to him. "There's no blood on the wall." Jamjars handed the glasses to Banjo.
"Have a look, Banjo." Banjo took them, and looked though them. He looked at the wall again, and was shocked, when he, indeed saw blood all over it.
"He's right." He stated. "When you look through these glasses, there is blood."
"Let me see!" Kazooie said. Banjo held them in front of her so she could see.
"Sick!" The bird responded in shock, looking though them. "There's so much of it, and they spell out a message."
"Well?" Wumba spoke. "What does it say?" Kazooie looked at her.
"'To fight your way out of here, you need light."
"Light?" Wumba looked at all the candelabras. "So, we need to light all the caleabras. Anyone have a match?""
"Why would we have matches?" Mumbo questioned. "None of us smoke, or plan to start fire." Wumba shrugged.
"It was just a question."
"Well, was stupid question." They were about to fight again, when one of the skeletons came to life. They all looked at it, and panicked.
"What is happening here?!" Banjo questioned. They then heard the speaker come on.
"Did I forgot to tell you that every fifteen minutes a skeleton comes to life, and tries to attack you and your friends?" Bellyhop asked over them.
"You did forget it." Kazooie said. "That would have been some vital information to know at the beginning." They heard Bellyhop's nervous laugh.
"Oops; sorry! You do now. Good luck, and don't die."
"Easy for you to say; you're not down here."
"Banjo, Kazooie." Jamjars said to them. "This is where you shine!"
"On it!" Banjo said, looking determined.
"We won't let you down." Kazooie added. With that, the bear and bird duo performed a rollout, and struck the skeleton down. The skeleton collapsed like bowling pins.
"Now, that's what I'm talking about!" Kazooie cheered.
"Now, we need to figure out a way to light the candelabras." Wumba stated again. Kazooie sighed.
"If only they all can self- light like in those movies." She stated.
"You told them that already." Mumbo said to Wumba. "They know!"
"I'm just reminding them."
"No need to rehash. Only wasting breath." Wumba was about to cobber him, when the skeleton came to life again. Everyone panicked.
"We can't keep on fighting this guy." Jamjars spoke. "We need to figure a way out of here in the time limit. Kazooie, Banjo, you take care of Bones there.
"Already ahead of you, Jamjars!" Kazooie stated. "Say, if we're naming skeletons, can I name the next one?" Jamjars sighed.
"Whatever." Kazooie cheered as she and Banjo performed another roll-out on Bones. Bones collased, and Banjo and Kazooie waited for the skeleton to come back to life again as they thought about the lighting situation with their friends.
"Kazooie, can't you breathe out fire with your fire eggs?" Bottles asked her.
"Oh, gee, Bottles," The bird said to the mole. "I would, really I would except I need some fire eggs, and Banjo and I never collected any, so that's a no." Bottles snapped his claws in frustration.
"Darn it!" He cursed. "Now what?" Jamjars saw the skeleton coming back to life, and coming towards them.
"Heads up!" He said. "Bones is back."
"We can handle him." Kazooie assured him. "Just find another hint." With that, bear and bird did another roll out at the skeleton, and once again the skeleton collapsed. They headed back to their friends. Wumba then had an idea.
"We can use Bottles's glasses to light the wicks on fire by holding it up to the sunlight from the window." Wumba suggested.
"Capital idea!" Jamjars complimented.
"Mumbo glad he thought of it." Mumbo stated. Wumba groaned with an eye roll, but didn't argue.
"Let's do it!" Banjo said, but the skeleton went after them again. Kazooie sighed.
"Skeleton alert!" She warned. "This is going to get annoying." She and Banjo once again went to take care of Bones. The others went to the window. Jamjars held Bottles's glasses under the sunlight.
"Well?" Kazooie said. "Why won't it light, Jamjars?"
"You must have patience, Kazooie." Banjo explained to her. "It should light any moment now." The bird sighed as Bones came back to life. "Why bother going back to our friends if Bones going to come back to life every minute? We should just stay and wait for him."
"Good idea." Banjo said. He looked at his other friends. "Sorry, guys. Bad guys call for us. You're all smart, so we believe in you guys. Good luck!" Yet again, Kazooie and Banjo went to Bones.
"Got it!" Jamjars announced when the candle's wick caught on fire. He brought it back in, and went to a candelabrum.
"Careful while you light them." Wumba cautioned. "You don't want to catch on fire yourself; that won't be good." Jamjars nodded as he lit all of the candles on one, then went to the next one.
"Jamjars know that." Mumbo said to her. "He not stupid. He smart." Wumba only sighed.
He then did another. He did this again and again until every candle on all the candelabras were lit. Some music sounded and a treasure chest appeared in the corner of the room.
"Awe!" Bottles observed. "Nice reference to another video game franchaise. I love those games!" Jamjars went to open the chest. Wumba, Mumbo, and Bottles went to him to see what the next hint would be. Another skeleton came to life. They all gasped.
"We got this!" Banjo assured them. "Don't you worry. Just continue solving those puzzles."
"I'm naming this guy, Gael." Kazooie piped up.
Thirty-five minutes went by, and during that time they solved a few more puzzles to find more hints. They found them under the carpet, in a suit of armor, in a gargoyles mouth, in coffins that they had to open by hitting the right notes on the organ, under an organ key, inside a Grandfather clock where they had to adjust the hands to midnight, and on top of the chandelier. Many skeletons came to life, but nothing that Banjo and Kazooie couldn't handle (and yes, Kazooie named each and every skeleton).
"There, all done!" Jamjars said after solving the last puzzle, and getting the key. "Now, we just need to unlock the door."
"Then we'll be scot free!" Bottles piped up. "Because it feels like ages since we began; I'm pooped out; I'm ready for a nap."
"Me too." Jamjars agreed. "I get up at 4AM, so I need the sleep." Bottles was confused.
"That early?"
"Yup! It's good practice for a drill seargent suc as myself. Plus, the earlier I'm up, the more stuff I can do.
"That makes sense I guess. I'll hate it if I have to get up that early."
"You're not tough like I am, so it makes sense." Bottles found this a little insulting, but had to agree and didn't argue.
Suddenly. A gush of water poured into the room. Everyone screamed, and the lights went out.
"What the...?" Jamjars commanded to know. "What's happening? Who turned off the lights, and got all of this water in here?!"
"At least all of the skeletons are gone." Kazooie observed. Fortunately, all the lights on the candelabras all relit. Everyone sighed with realief. "Now, why couldn't they all relight themselves before?"
"We got more urgent matters to think about then that." Banjo told her. "Like how to get out of here before we all drown."
"Yay, congratulations!" Bellyhop said over the speakers. "You got the key! Now, unlock the door, and escape the escape chamber! You have a minute before you all drown; good luck!" Jamjars pounded the wall in anger.
"You nitwit!" He yelled. "We didn't sign up for this; I demand a refund!" He pounded and pounded.
"It won't do any good letting out all off that frustration on the wall like that." Wumba said to him.
"She right." Mumbo agreed. "We need action to get out here. Unlock door before too late. Don't have enough time." Wumba was touched that her nemesis would take her side.
"Hurry!" Banjo urged. He pointed at the door. "There's the door!"
"Come on you maggots!" Jamjars said. "Freedom awaits!" With that, they all ran to the door. Jamjars tried the keys to unlock the door. The water was getting higher and higher.
"Hurry, Jamjars!" Kazooie swacked at him."I don't know if you realize, but our lives are depending on you!"
"I'm trying, bird brain!" Jamjars shouted at her. "There's a lot of keys on here!" Kazooie sighed.
"We're going to die, aren't we?"
"We're not going to die." Banjo assured her. "We got through tons of scrapes like this; we'll get through this too."
"You keep believing, Banjo. Keep believing."
"I will." The water got so high that everyone but Jamjars swam to the surface. Jamjars followed suit moments later to catch his breath.
"You guys stay up here." Jamjars ordered his friends. "I'll have this door unlocked if it's the last thing I do. I'll gesture to all of you when I've unlocked it. If I die, you all been really great friends."
"Don't say that." Banjo told him. "You'll live." Jamjars looked at him.
"I like your positive output, always did. Godspeed everyone, and bless you all!" With that, he took a deep breath, and dived back down in the water. Banjo gulped.
"I really hope Jamjars won't let us down." Kazooie said. The others agreed. Suddenly they noticed the walls closing in. "What the...? Why are the walls closing in?" The speakers chimed in.
"Time's up!" Bellyhop said.
"What kind of game is this?" Kazooie questioned.
"I already died before." Bottles said. "I can't worry my family again."
"Don't worry." The bear assured him. "Jamjars won't let us down. He'll come through, and you can go back to your wife, alive and well." Bottles smiled.
"I hope you're right, Banjo." The bear smild back. Humba then screamed. They all looked at her.
"Humba, what's wrong?" A worried Banjo wanted to know.
"Something got my leg!" She said. She screamed as she was dragged down. Everyone's eyes widened.
"HUMBA!" He was about to dive down after her when Mumbo spoke up.
"Mumbo do it." He volunteered. "You need rest after defeating all skeletons. Now, Mumbo's turn. Stay here."
"Thanks, Mumbo."
"Mumbo happy to do it." The shaman dived in.
Underwater, Mumbo saw that a skeletal fish was biting onto Humba's leg. Mumbo saw spikes on the bottom now, and grew determined. He swam, and kicked the fish off. The fish fell onto the shaman then swam back to the surface. They both panted when they broke it.
"Are you guys okay?" Asked Bottles. The two looked at each other and smiled.
"We are now." Humba said. "Thanks for saving my life, Mumbo. I knew there was good in you somewhere."
"Don't think this means we're getting back together." The shaman said. "Cause that'll never happen." Humba nodded in agreement.
"Never. We'll just be friends and nothing more."
"Good."
"Good." Banjo and Bottles were all teary-eyed, sniffing. Kazooie sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"I know this is a beautiful and all," The bird stated. "But as a reminder, we're about to die, so can we save it for later?" She called down to Jamjars. "HURRY UP. JAMJARS!"
Moments later, they were all pulled by the current as all of the water gushed out of the door. They all panted in exhaustion, and stood up. Humba thanked Mumbo after he helped her up. Banjo smiled.
"You did it; Jamjars!" Banjo congratulated the drill sargent mole. "I had my doubts, but you came though."
"We are all out of that dealthtrap." Kazooie stated. "And it's all thanks to you." Jamjars blushed.
"No sweat; just doing my job, and keeping on eye on all of my brave soldiers." Everyone smiled. They then saw Bellyhop run up to them.
"Congratulations on getting out of there." He said to them.
"Yeah." Kazooie said to him. "No thanks to you. We almst died near the end."
"Well, I warned you if you didn't get out in the time limit, something would happen that you all wouldn't want to know, and plus, the skull guy, and the lady are good friends again it seems, so that's good right?"
"Oh, gee, that makes everything better...not! You should be fired, and this attraction should close forever or have a major makeover. This game is totally unsafe."
"To be fair," Banjo started to explain to her. "This is Witchyworld. We knew what we were getting into. So, it's kind of on us."
"Banjo's right." Jamjars agreed. "But I thank Bellyhop. Now, we're stronger than ever, and I couldn't be proud." Bellyhop did a weak smile.
"So, I'm off the hook, right?"
"Not at all." Jamjars said to him. "You put us all in danger. We're never going to do this again." Bellyhop frowned.
"I figured at much." He smiled. "Still, thanks for parcipipating, and goodbye! Until we meet again!" They all groaned, and walked away, leaving him laughing nervously. "Or not."
Although, the heroes lives were in danger, they were all happy that Mumbo and Humba buried the hatchet once again, and were friends...for the time being that is.