Conker could see the shack that he, Banjo, and Kazooie hung out in so often in previous years not so far in the distance.
"Ah...brings back memories."
With his backpace jangling suspiciously of bottles, he opened the door and stuck his head in.
"Helloo? Anyone...here?"
He saw Kazooie staring at the familiar clow portrait.
"I should have known you would get here first."