Frank and Windy were so captivated by the groovy jam that they had completely forgotten about what they had come for. The singer's gritty voice combined with the rockin' instrumentals produced a wonderful sound that managed to make Frank and Windy forget about their arcade. The only one who hadn't been hypnotized by the performance was Muskedunder, who wasn't the biggest fan of Rock and Roll. The only music genre Muskedunder truly enjoys is 20s and 30s blues, as opposed to Frank who loves 50s rock and roll, and Windy, who enjoys 60s rock and roll. Being forced to hear music he didn't enjoy began to take it's toll on Muskedunder.
As everyone else in the Live House was dancing along to the tune, Muskedunder was busy... waiting. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot... waiting. He waited continuously for the song to end, and when it eventually did, the singer had immediately moved on to another, "All That I Needed Was You". By this point, Muskedunder was done and fed up (though it had only been a few minutes) with waiting. He hopped onto the stage and aggressively grabbed the singer by his red, sleeveless shirt, "ARE YAH TEDDY? DO YAH GOT SOME FLAMETHROWAHS!? ME AND MAH GANG NEED ONE!" The music went silent, and the crowd looked on in shock. Frank and Windy were infuriated, not only because the rockin' jams had stopped, but because this stunt would make them look terrible, and decrease their chances of getting a flamethrower.
Teddy and Muskedunder stared at each other for a solid three seconds, before Teddy punched Muskedunder in the face and sent him flying across the Live House. "You interrupted my song for that!? I'll teach you a lesson!" Teddy hopped off the stage and walked to Muskedunder, but not before Frank and Windy had grabbed his shoulders to restrain him. "Get offa me! That gangster ruined my song! I gotta beat him!" "Wait wait wait," Frank said, "He didn't mean no harm! We just wanna make a purchase, is all!" Teddy stopped walking and slowly turned his head to Frank and Windy. "...We?" "Y-Yeah!" Windy stuttered, "We came here to buy some flamethrowers. Forgive our friend, he ain't the most patient."
"How do you three know I had flamethrowers?" Teddy asked, his eyebrow raised. "Mr. Wonderful told us!" Frank revealed, "He's the one who sent us." Teddy raised his eyebrow even further, "Mr. Wonderful? Whozzat?" "Wait no- I mean Hilton! Hilton sent us." Frank corrected. Teddy turned away from Muskedunder and towards Frank and Windy, "Why did Hilton send you? I left and got rid of that whole gang years ago!" "What gang?" asked Windy. "I was the boss of the BB Gang some years ago. Hilton was part of it. But I left after I got a pretty bad injury while avenging my parents. Tell Hilton he still owes me twenty bucks. Anyhoo, I gave those flamethrowers to some geek who dresses in a banana costume."
"Wait, banana costume? So you're tellin' me they're some kinda... Banana Kid?" asked Windy. "Yeah, that's his name. Also... I'm assuming you three are part of some gang? Who's the boss?" "Me!" yelled Frank, ignoring the fact that the sharks had joined the Association. "Listen kid," Teddy said as he put his hand on Frank's shoulder, "The moment you get beaten up by a preteen in a red hat, give up. Now, get your gang out of the Live House before I punch you out the door." "Of course, sir!" Windy said as he ran away in fear. Frank ran after him, and Muskedunder cartwheeled out the door. Teddy walked back on stage resumed singing as if nothing had occurred, and the crowd applauded, believing it to be a part of his performance.
"Beaten up by a preteen in a red hat?" Frank thought to himself, "Like that's ever gonna happen!"
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After fifteen minutes of asking around Ellay, the group of three had finally found someone who knew the address of the fabled Banana Kid. Using a map Windy had sketched on a roll of toilet paper, they arrived at a house painted in bright yellow, in front of which stood a banana-shaped sign displaying the words "BANANA KID". The house was in the outskirts of Ellay, and surrounded by trees and wildlife. "Yah think we got the raht address?" Muskedunder commented. Frank knocked loudly, "WE'RE HERE TO MAKE A PURCHASE! WE'D LIKE A FLAMETHROWER AND A ROBOT, PLEASE!" "Ay!" Windy snapped, "Don't be so loud! Last time Muskedunder did that, it ain't go so well!"
"Ah think it went fine! Teddy told us who had the flamethrowahs!" Muskedunder commented. "You were sent flyin', dude!" Windy exclaimed, "You looked like Frank when he tried to go to the moon!" Frank looked Windy dead in the eyes, "We do NOT speak of that." Suddenly, the three heard some rustling through the door, and a shaky and high pitched voice came from inside the house, "Y-You guys aren't agents, right?!" "Eh?" said Frank, "Whaddya mean by agents?" The voice replied, "Agents of t-the Stringbean organization!" The three looked at each other and back at the door, "We have no idea what the hell you're talking 'bout." Windy assured. Silence bestowed the three for about thirty seconds, until the door suddenly opened.
At the doorstep was a boy who appeared to be no older than thirteen years of age. On his face rested a circular pair of glasses, similar to Muskedunder's. He was dressed as a banana, wore banana shoes, and had unnatural yellow hair. He seemed to be in a panic, "Hurry up!" he whispered, "Hustle on in!" Frank, Windy, and Muskedunder quickly waddled into the house, confused as to what the hell Banana Kid had been rambling about. "W-What do you want?" Banana Kid asked as his body trembled. "Uh, we're here to buy a robot and a flamethrower. Mr. Wonderful and Teddy told us you had some." "M-Mr. Wonderful? I haven't t-talked to him in a year! I had a feeling he was a Stringbean spy- so I put a tracking chip on his head!"
"What on earth are the 'Stringbeans'?!" Windy snapped. "Terrorists! Spies! I left my hometown of Sevensville and turned into a banana to get away from them... but they follow me even here! Ever since I moved to Ellay three years ago, I've noticed the constant surveillance! The people stare at me, dogs blink in morse code... when will it end!? Teddy gave me his flamethrowers to protect myself against the Stringbeans... but I think they're bugged! Those flamethrowers are likely listening to us as we speak! The only things that can keep me safe are my robots... yes yes, my bots! MY children! Occasionally I open up commissions to eat and I give a few away... but they're all I have!"
"Ah think we should leave, this guy's coo coo!" Muskedunder whispered to Frank's ear. "We need some bots, Muskedunder! You want that arcade or not?"
To Be Continued