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Two Years Have Passed...
Kazooie eyed her dwindling pile of coins dejectedly. "Deal the cards, bone face!"
"Mumbo play well, win much of bear and bird's cash," the shaman grinned at Banjo. |
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With the midnight storm raging outside, Banjo the bear nodded ruefully as he observed the varying fortunes of the players huddled around their card table. His Breegull partner was losing badly, Bottles the mole was about even, but it had been a good night for Mumbo Jumbo, who was shaking with excitement as he dealt the next hand.
"S-Stop rocking the t-table, you're s-spilling our d-drinks!" Kazooie squawked at the shaman.
"N-Not Mumbo, w-whole h-house s-shake," Mumbo replied unsteadily.
He was right. Banjo's house was shaking, but it quickly subsided as suddenly as it began.
"I wonder what that was? Perhaps someone should go and take a look," blinked a nervous Bottles.
The mole glanced around the table, hoping someone other than him would have to venture out into the cold, wet night and confront whatever might be out there. Things like this never happened when he was underground.
"Mumbo much brave, go look outside," declared the shaman confidently, striding towards the door and out into the howling storm.
"C'mon Banjo, gimme a hand," Kazooie cackled as she began helping herself to Mumbo's winnings.
"Kazooie!" |
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