Banjo-Whooie?! (A Banjo-Kazooie Origin story/ IN PROGRESS/ UNDER EDITING 😁)

Sixie

While Banjo still struggled to pull himself through the molehill opening, Bottles readied Kazooie for an X-Ray. He had her lay her wing flat on the x-ray table where he got a good, graphic view of the damage. He put his claw up to his mouth, disturbed.

"What the heck happened to you?!" Bottles cried. "Your wing should NOT be forming letters of the alphabet!"

She winced as he very carefully removed her splint. "I did a good deed." She replied, sardonic.

Bottles seemed perplexed, but didn't press. He didn't want to aggravate her further. He took an upbuilding route instead.

"Well, I'm sure whatever you did was worth it. Really, any sacrifice made for someone else is worth it." He looked up at her saw a frustrated expression, one he sensed that was aimed at herself. He turned his attention back to the task at hand. "I'm sorry I called you mean."

Kazooie perked up. "What?"

"I shouldn't have judged you so quickly. After all, if I was in such bad shape, I wouldn't exactly be happy-go-lucky either."

THUNK. The den shook under everyone's feet.

Banjo laid flat on his back, surrounded by a cloud of dirt.

"Ow..." he groaned, rubbing his shoulders.

"Oh, Banjo..." Tooty went to his side.

Bottles chuckled. "That bear. He's such a good friend, but..." He gave a kind of desperate head shake. "He's a bit goofy."

She turned around and saw Banjo laughing at himself.

"At least he's well rested." Kazooie said, smiling.

"No kidding..." he chuckled. "This should only take a minute, Kazooie. Here." He threw a heavy blanket over her head and shuffled over to the machine's control panel. "That lead blanket will protect you from the radiation. I'll be right back!"

"From the WHAT? Hello?!" Kazooie called out.

"Just hold still!" He pointed to the Bears. "You two stay clear over there. And in three, two, one... Done!"

He made his way back over to the table and lifted the blanket off Kazooie, revealing her halo of ruffled feathers. She gave him an irritated look.

"Great job, Kazooie!" Bottles said.

"That was it?" Banjo asked.

"Yep! X-Rays are always fast, Banjo." Tooty replied.

"I thought it would be more... painful."

"Oh, I'm in pain, alright." Kazooie snarked. "Hey, Bottle-brain. When is that picture gonna be ready? I'm dying, here!"

"Be patient, Feather Head! They have to develop." He said, bringing the photos over. He gave them a quick shake to air-dry, and put them on a light screen. He flipped it on and they faded into clarity soon after.

"Hmm." Bottles hummed, scratching his chin. He examined the photos for a moment before resting his gaze on her upper wing bone.

"Aha! Here we are. Gee, it's no wonder you're in so much pain." He pointed to the photo. "It's a spiral fracture. Right here in your humerus."

"I don't see how this is funny, Bottles."

Tooty glared at her brother.

"...did you really just do that?" Bottles asked.

Banjo chuckled at his joke. "What? I'm just trying to lighten the mood..."

"Bad jokes aside, that makes sense." Tooty said. "We found her twisted up in a tree hanging by her wing!"