Afternoon Snooze;

"Eek! You’re not gonna catch me, coppers! I-… "

"… eh? Hold the banana phone, you’re not the police!” A surprised look soon turned into that of amusement as Diddy tried to return the hug much stronger than his.

Nevertheless, Diddy followed his bear buddy towards the docks where he could see a seaworthy ship (say that three times fast!) and its captain rearing to go. Fortunately, he was accustomed to foul-odored vessels after days of purging pirate ships, so this wasn’t anything surprising. Save for the big hippo himself, a master at saying everything he had in mind via belches.

"Hey there, pirate sir… err… dude!” Diddy happily greeted their captain.

"YARRR!" A mighty belch did cause their craft to quake! ”This ship be the finest of its kind, Laddies! We be seein’ land er mah name ain’t Captain Blubber!” 

This half-baked announcement is more than enough to make Banjo upgrade his unsure shrug to an unsure nod! He was sure that he was at least a little more sure now! Surely. “Guh… huh! Yep! This ship has many years to come, Diddy! I think.” 

The approaching storm-clouds which caused the skies to clash in the distance seemed to suggest otherwise. And, of course, they were hovering over Banjo’s own beloved Isle o’ Hags in the distance. The unsure nod was suddenly downgraded to a cautious swallow and worried glance to their pilot, whom either didn’t notice the spiraling storm clouds in the distance or was too proud to turn them away.

"...You can hide in my backpack if you need to, Little Buddy..."

❝Spiral Mountain?❞  She repeated curiously. The bear’s homeland sounded very much like something out of a fairy tale.  Her boundless imagination painted a scene of a grassy world filled populated fuzzy little bears who spoke human and wore clothing. ❝I’ve never heard of that place before…You must of come very far to get all the way to Hyrule, Sir Banjo! Are you on an grand adventure? ❞

"I'm searching for jigsaw pieces!"

... All the energy left the area, with Agitha's chirping crickets being the only things gracious enough to provide the poor fuzzball their sentiments. 

In Scourge of the Island, Banjo is the oldest, somewhere in his late thirties/early forties. It shows in his looks and graying fur, but regardless he’s remarkably active. It can be argued he’s got more the will to adventure than Kazooie does these days. However, he still relies mostly on her to go places, and honestly, why wouldn’t he? Ever since she grew her feathers back since LOG clipped them, it’s as easy as one-two-three. 

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Brush it off, Banjo... Brush it off. 

"Eek! You’re not gonna catch me, coppers! I-… "

"… eh? Hold the banana phone, you’re not the police!” A surprised look soon turned into that of amusement as Diddy tried to return the hug much stronger than his.

"Nah, just a lil’ retreat to the Isle O’ Hags is all I need. Call it a vacation!" It’s too bad DK wasn’t here to tag along, though; the big guy was busy elsewhere, and seems that his pint-sized partner wasn’t allowed. It sort of irked him, but oh well, at least Diddy had time to spend with Banjo and that loudmouthed birdbrain.

Ta-dah! Banjo pulled his treasure from the endless space that was his backpack, somehow managing to make it the first thing he got. On the top, in big bold font, read the word DEED, and in an equally crude writing was the bear’s name and paw-print at the bottom. In the middle was some legal chagrin, but was either fur really about to waste their time reading that Mumbo Jumbo? Pffft. I didn’t even write it so they can’t.

As he makes an exit towards the Island’s docks Stage Left, Banjo goes on with the explanation. “I own it. No more fights with neighborhood witches over what happens to the mountain. I can do anythin’ I want to the place now!…

Course, I always liked it the way it was… But maybe we can plant a banana tree for ya? Guhuh!”

Banjo and labor do not mix, but that’s easy work at least!…

How couldn’t he think about such a simple and obvious mechanics for eating a honeycomb? How? How? How!?Well, maybe Lucario simply discarded the obvious because eating a honeycomb wasn’t something something obvious enough to do… he means, 'But who on Earth eats honeycombs!?' without expecting FOR an actual answer… i-in any case, the unrealized jackal shook his head after believing a lot of time has been spent in such an unworthy subject.

After being offered to try the enigmatic food of discord, Lucario took an estranged look at the bear, but still with a few doubts wandering around his mind, the canine hesitatingly received the honeycomb between his claws, examining it from every existing angle… Well, Lucario wasn’t eccentric enough to refuse chewed food, so with a slow and uniform movement, he got the honeycomb clooooooooooooser to his own muzzle… until he finally introduced an uncertain piece of the sweet and sticky thing inside it, making sure to rub it with the rounded tips of his fangs just to calculate the honeycomb’s approximate thickness.

Hm hm, mmhm hm… it didn’t seem like a casual nibble would break through its cover… so, obviously, applying a stronger bite will do the trick! Without further ado, Lucario firmly held the honeycomb between his pseudo-fingers, and with the mental image of himself enjoying some nice pancakes with a rain of honey on top of them, the hungry canine gave the honey-cookie a charmed and vigorous chomp!

*SPLURT*

…just to spill all of its golden content over his chest; spike included. Soon he realized the mess he just provoked by his impulsive doing, and with a sluggish pace, Lucario directed his gaze downward, finding his thorax completely stained with honey. No words escaped from his mouth… and all of the dishonor was blatantly reflected through his eyes, the latter becoming watery already.

"Golly..." It's his big brother instincts which make him act differently. It was too bad his backpack didn't come equipped with a hose! That honey was definitely going to stick in the fur. The bear approached calmly, first and foremost removing the leaking honey package from the jackal's paws. His expertise is questionable, as he simply packed the thing away into his sack... the backpack may as well have been magical, for there'd be no consequence to that. It also got it out the way...

"N-not quite like dat. Ummm, it was a good attempt d'oh! A-huh." He was sympathetic; he took Kaito's paw in his own and gave it a squeeze, encouraging him to transfer his pains into his hold. He was a big guy-- he could handle it! "You might wanna clean up ba'fore that there honey dries in ya... C'mawn, I know a waterin' hole not far from here." Hopefully the guy would be capable enough to bathe himself...

Testing fate, he taps a single finger over the tennis ball which hid away the bear's biggest fear. He pressures it... Doing so causes it to sink closer to the Lucario's chest... and exposes the tip of the spike beneath it. 

Unfortunately... or perhaps fortunately for the bear's sake, Conker's knuckles only flattened his backpack, rather than waking his bird. Banjo was traveling solo.