"Yes, yes, yes!" Gruntilda cheers as her newest creation strolls around across the floor. "Nothing can defeat this bag of bolts! Not even Banjo, cause he's a big dolt!" And with those words the creation stops and falls apart. "What is this?! How dare
you fall! You were made by the best witch of all..."

Before Gruntilda is able to finish her rhyme she hears a knock on the door.

"G-Gruntilda?" Banjo nervously opens the door and peeks.

"Oh no! The bear! What are you doing here?! You should be turning around by now running away in fear!"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but, and I can't believe I'm saying this, I need your help."

"My help? MY help?! Have you lost your mind?! You've come all this way to me for the final time!" Gruntilda readies up a magic spell and hurls it at Banjo.

"Woah!" Banjo ducks behind a table as Grunty begins shooting magic out of here hands one by one.

"You stupid annoying bear! You are no match you see?! You want my help, but you forget all that you've done to me!"

"I'm sorry Grunty! You're the only one I know who can help me!" Banjo whines.

"I don't see why you bothered. You're really not that bright. Get ready to be blasted by this giant ball of light." Gruntilda throws three big blasts from her palms hitting the table and tearing it into.

Banjo peeks up and runs to another table.

"My help, my help! I help no one like you! If you wanted help you should've went to that Mumbo Jumbo fool!"

"I couldn't, because he's not around..." Suddenly Banjo thought of a great plan "And besides, YOU are the best witch in town."

Gruntilda paused awkwardly.

"Really? You're going to ryhme? You must be desperate, even Klungo comes up with better pickup lines."

"So will you help me?" Banjo stands.

"Hmm... What's in it for me?" Gruntilda asks.

"Uh... treasure?"

"Alright. I'll help." Gruntilda agrees "So what's the trouble? Come on, tell me, come out of that bubble."

"Okay, stop with rhyming." Banjo orders.

"Fine. What do you want?"

"Well..."

5 hours later

"And that's how it happened."

"Snore."

"Hey!" Banjo shouts.

"Uh... what... what happened?"

"Were you even listening to me?"

"Of course I was. You said something about a giant zombie and a throne and all that junk."

"Oh. I guess you were listening."

"I have an idea. It's not going to be easy, but we must travel to a faraway island, just south of here. There we will find an ancient book called Nocturnis."

"Okay great! When do we leave?"

"Right now." Gruntilda whistles for her broom and the two fly out of the lair to the faraway island.

The End

"No wait! It's not the end yet! We still haven't saved Kazooie!"

Yeah I know, I was just messing with you.

"That wasn't funny."