High up in the air, hovering above the tall tower, Conga, Banjo and Kazooie prepared to parachute below.
"We're kind of high up aren't we?" gulped Banjo "You sure we're safe here?"
"Don't be a chicken fuzz ball." commanded Conga "Get ready to drop... in 3... 2... 1..."
Before our bear and bird duo could jump their helicopter began spiraling out of control.
"We've been hit!" screamed Banjo, trying to not fall out of the helicopter.
"Mayday! Mayday!" squawked Kazooie, before noticing Conga taking their only parachute "Hey baboon breath, what are you doing with our parachute?!?"
"Every man for himself." said Conga, jumping out of the helicopter.
"I knew we shouldn't have trusted him." said Kazooie angrily.
"Kazooie, I think we have some bigger problems to deal with right now." said Banjo, trying his best not throw up.
Above a village nearby, the helicopter tumbled down onto the concrete and exploded, killing our two heroes.
The End
I'm kidding, they're not dead... or are they? But seriously, they're not dead, there's still more story to go.