One sunny day at Treasure Trove Cove, Banjo ran across the sand with Kazooie ready to barf along the shore. "Hold your breath, Kazooie! We're almost there!" Banjo yelled over his shoulder. Banjo dove off a diving board he had put up, only to land pure sand. "Hey, what's the big idea!?!?" Banjo growled as he spit sand out of his mouth. the pool of water that Banjo had named Shady Blue Hole had disappeared into the glistening sand. Banjo sputtered and coughed as the last grain of sand fell to the ground. Shady Blue Hole had been a special place to Banjo and Kazooie ever since they were just a tiny bear cub and a red crested breegull chick. Now, all they had was hot, burning sandy shore surrounding them. "I came here for a nice swim, and this is what I get!?" Banjo searched for the water until he realized, the ocean seemed deeper today. Then it hit him. The only one in Treasure Trove Cove who was mean enough to steal Shady Blue hole was... I can't say it... but I will... the only one mean enough to do such a thing was Snacker. Banjo and Kazooie found him fooling around with twice as much water. Snacker said he would not give it back for all the fish in the sea. "Give it back, Snacker!" Banjo yelled. "Who's gonna make me, you?!" "Yes, me! " Banjo yelled as he made a fist. Before Snacker could say another word, Banjo's fist hit Snacker in the nose. With Snacker out cold, Banjo patched old Leaky up and filled him with water. Banjo poured it into Shady Blue Hole and swam all day. That night Banjo and Kazooie ran down the Spiral Mountain knowing Shady Blue Hole would be there forever.