Come on somebody Why won't cha run? Old reds lookin to have a little fun Grab my lantern Grab my gun He'll have you tracked 'fore the morning comes... "Banjo! Come ere, boy!" He looked back in master's direction. "Coming!" He obeyed, padding along the sandy white path turning gold in the sunset. But the the wind blew, with not just any scent. It seemed familiar. And the those voices came back.. Banjo finds a she- dog who shares a similar past to his and is looking for answers, like him. He and her, slong with a few of their friends, embark on a perilous journey to discover what the sign on their paws means.