Next thing I know, it showed the inside of the pipe Banjo looked fine. Frightened, I dropped my controller and backed away from the TV. He was clawing at the ground not making a noise - not even music - and he just flailed his arms wildly as he slowly was dragged inside. That was until I realized his legs were crawling through that small hole where the pipe was. I thought I had glitched the game or something, which I had done before with other N64 games.
Banjo seemed to have fallen underneath the level. Heading towards Mumbo’s skull, I came across that pipe with the Jiggy inside. I did not think anything of it, so I left the room as normal. It sounded like someone had broken a bone, almost as if there was literal pain. The bear and bird duo flew into the portrait with a big crash as expected, but this time a different noise I heard was there. I mashed the B button facing Gruntilda’s portrait. I climbed to the top of the table got aboard the fly pad. It was empty and quiet, nothing but a huge table and some chairs. I almost broke a tear from how terrified I was. You hear these stories and do not think anything of them. Well, let us just say that things took a turn for the worst. I tried it again one day, not too long ago. Of course, not everything is predictable not everything follows the same routine. There was never anything more, or anything less. It never did that lone pipe outside the mansion was always empty. I found it amusing - I'm not sure why - so I would crash into it over and over again going to that same place where the monster would show up. So I did it again and again countless times, knowing that it was all fake with nothing to worry about. It was just a little lie he told me, a little story he believed.
This lasted until one day when I summoned up the courage to try what he told me years ago. As a frightened little child, I believed him. He said that if I crashed into the portrait using the fly pad, it would summon a monster. He gave me specific instructions of what to do, and what would happen. He spoke of Mad Monster Mansion and the portrait of Gruntilda that was in there. He told me a story about some strange thing that happened to him while playing Banjo-Kazooie. I knew a kid back then who was named Tony. Hell, I even made friends with other kids who played it too. Without a care in the world, I spent a good amount of my childhood time playing video games. You know that age, when you lived the innocent life. I remember when I was about eight or nine.