This is the second half of the story for  Jasonmoore18 with his characters Bongo the dragon and Bingo the weasel.
You can read the first half here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54805560/

Bongo and Bingo belongs to  Jasonmoore18

Bongo wakes up to find his friend gone, meanwhile Bingo has been ordered to capture food by his so-called weasel friends, only to come back with an innocent rabbit who may have a connection with the fat dragon.
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It was the next morning, the sun rising up upon the fat dragon who snored heavily during the entire night. The campfire was blown out by the wind with the wood dying out. Bongo was sleeping on the grass and dirt, now alone as Bingo is nowhere to be seen. The fat dragon takes about a couple of minutes to open his eyes and another couple of minutes to stretch. [Yawwnnnn!] He lets out a large yawn as he sits up. His belly squishes against his thighs before it grumbles. “What a good sleep that was.” Bongo chuckles, looking over to see no one there. He was expected to have his fat weasel pal resting there by his side, yet that wasn’t the case. “Bingo?” He turns his head around the area, seeing that he’s all alone again. Bongo gets up from the ground, unsure where his friend had just gone. “Friend?” He worries that something bad has happened to him.
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Bingo felt bad for leaving his new friend behind, but he knew that he was needed by his own kind as he had a message from one of the weasels for his assistance. Surprisingly for him, he’s not usually the one to help others as they are the ones who have to help him, mostly to get him unstuck in tight spaces. When the weasel met with his group, they sent him on a hunting job to look for some food to eat. Of course for Bingo, he forgets what he’s hunting as his small brain doesn’t take orders nor listens very well, unless it was Bongo then he’ll listen. Upon exploring the forest, he sniffs the air for any scent of food, any kind really. Though he wasn’t much for meat as he loves animals a lot. He did bring a wooden cage for some reason as it was given to him by the weasels and told him to use it as a way to capture food. They still never explained to him what kind of food though. So in his mind, he was thinking of some fruits and berries. Bingo doesn’t question his actions or what he needs to do.

The fat weasel arrives at this large tree, taller than the rest of the trees surrounding it as if it was the leader of the forest or something. He does get tired of walking due to his heavyweight, so he decides this as the spot to place the trap in. Placing down the wooden cage on the trail, he looks around to make sure he wasn’t spotted by anyone. Once that was done, he tried to look for a place to hide. The surroundings were nothing but skinny trees which he couldn’t hide behind. There weren’t any bushes around either, which is always his go-to spot. He was worried that he might not be able to hide, but as he looks up at the tree and its large and stable-looking branches, he gets an idea for the first time. Bingo hugs his furry arms around the tree and begins to climb up, using his strength to lift his fat body up on the tree trunk. If he was up high in the tree, no one would see him from below. It’s not his first time doing this as he’s done this for fun, or whenever he needed to sleep when the ground felt too hard for him.

Making up to the first branch, he carefully wraps his limbs around the thick branch as it creaks slightly after trying to adjust from Bingo’s weight. The weasel scoots across the branch, just enough to get a good view of the trap below him. “Hehe, Bingo will catch some nice berries!” He said, still assuming that’s what the weasels want and that they can move as well. Poor guy hasn’t been taught a single thing in his life. Waiting around, he does have trouble with the sunlight hitting his fat butt as it’s barely eighty degrees out. “Mfh! It’s so hot out!” He complains, loathing the weather. “Why did they make Bingo go out hunting right now?” If it were snowing, he would have a better chance with his fur. But he’s not sure about Bongo since he’s scalier than furry. Though he still focuses on himself and that is to find a way to stop the sun from burning his cheeks.

He looks above himself and sees a much larger tree branch, one with bushes of leaves that’s enough to cover his body. It wasn’t positioned in the right way as it only shades his top half. Grumbling with frustration, he’s already desperate to fix the shading so his butt wouldn’t be burning in an hour or two. “Bingo needs to reach up high.” That is his plan, to grab the branch and either snap it off and place it like a blanket, or hold it in the right angle to help cool off his butt. Of course with him being too busy fixing the branch above, something was moving around at the ground.

It was a small cute rabbit, one that was incredibly familiar to a certain rabbit that’s friends with a fat dragon. It was no name, the bunny rabbit that once saved his friend’s life from a tree after he got stuck inside. No name was chasing a butterfly playfully, going around in circles and spinning around the trees. He couldn’t keep his eye off of the butterfly to the point that he barely gets caught in the trap. He’s so focused that he doesn’t even know about it in the first place. Meanwhile, Bingo is reaching his fat arm out for the branch, trying to grab it and pull it down. But as he keeps getting closer, the branch he lays on gets weaker. It creaks and groans like a chair being sat on by a fat weasel's butt, threatening to break. “Almost…..there….” He just so close that he can basically touch it with his claws. Yet the branch had enough and snaps under his weight. “Guh!” Bingo lets out as he falls.

Unfortunately for No name, he was just underneath where Bingo had been hiding. He saw the shadow of something big and when he looked up, his eyes shivered with fear. [SLAM!] Bingo’s belly hits the ground, landing right on top of the poor bunny. “Ughh….that hurts…” Said the fat weasel, groaning as he got up from the dirt. Though he’s more in shock after what was under his tummy. “Oh no!” He cries in fear, looking at the defeated and downed bunny, whimpering. “Bingo is so sorry! Oh my!” Bingo feels terribly awful for landing on this poor rabbit. He bends down and tries to pick it up into his paws, carcassing the poor fellow. “Don’t worry bunny, Bingo will make you feel better.” He gently pets the rabbit’s side and uses the top of his belly as a soft spot for the rabbit to lay down on, just close to where his moobs are at. “Bingo is so sorry!” He apologizes again.

As much as he wants to bring it back to his den to help heal him, he is a bit worried that the other weasels may eat him if given the chance. Below him is a pile of leaves that came from the branch he rested on and broke. “Oh, I got it!” Getting an idea, he places the bunny down and grabs the leaves. Looking at the cage, he wonders if it’ll be a good spot as a nice little home for the rabbit to rest in. He stuffs the leaves inside the wooden cage, already forgetting what it was used for and picks up the rabbit again before placing him inside. He even closes the cage door so no other creature can get inside. “There you go, now Bingo will be right back. I’ll see about getting you some food.” Without realizing what he had just done, he waddles away to grab some berries for the wounded rabbit. But he should also grab some for his friends as well since they need something to eat as well. “Duuuuh…what was Bingo supposed to do again?” And again, he forgot everyone once more.
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An hour later after catching nothing, the fat weasel sits on a rock, inside a cave filled with hungry and small weasels wearing nothing but scraps for clothes as they were bringing in sticks and rocks from outside. The fat weasel knew what they were doing, they were setting up a campfire for dinner tonight. What they were having for dinner was something he still doesn’t know. The cave he lives in is the main hideout for weasels who were exiled from the kingdom of anthros due to crimes they’ve committed like thievery and assault. Upon the group, one of them was carrying a wooden cage, hand-made with only sticks and rope that can trap anything as small as a squirrel. “Hehe, we’re gonna eat good tonight!” The weasel carrying the cage squeals with joy, taking the cage over the rest of the group. Bingo was curious about what was in the cage and got up from the walk. As he waddles over to the group, he can hear the weasel speak again. “Now he may be small but we can share a piece each!”

Bingo scoots pass by a few and take a look at the cage. The thing about hunting stuff is that Bingo assumes that they must have gotten some berries, as that’s what he’d always believed when capturing stuff in cages. The poor fatty does get his cages and baskets mixed up because the first second he sees what was in the cage, Bingo’s jaw drops to the floor. It was an alive white-furred rabbit, small and scared out of his mind. But it wasn’t just any random rabbit, Bingo had immediately recognized the rabbit due to the fact it was laying on top of leaves. “Gah!” Bingo knew that this wasn’t good. The terrified rabbit squeaks as it backs away from the weasels who stare at the rabbit with ease and satisfaction. “Huh!? That’s a bunny!” Bingo speaks up, causing the rest of the weasels to turn their heads towards him. He couldn’t just say that it was the bunny he tried to help or else the rest of the group may be angrier than they already are.

“Why yes, you fat dummy! This rabbit is our dinner since you had to eat all of our stash yesterday!” As it turns out, Bingo did eat all of their food yesterday which was all the meat they had once stolen from the kingdom in which they’ve risked their lives for. When they realized what Bingo had done, they made the big guy go hunting for some more, only to end up with nothing. It’s a surprise why they haven’t kicked Bingo out of their group yet but as it could be the fact he’s the strongest weasel there is. So just in case any one tries to invade their cave, Bingo is the front line of defense. “He’s gonna be so tasty!” The starving weasel stares back at the rabbit with a creepy smile, teeth showing and drooling like a rabid animal.

“Keep your fangs in your mouth, John!” A voice calls out to John the crazy weasel. All weasels, including Bingo, all look over at the exit of the cave, there being a bit of a muscular weasel with his arms crossed and his anger showing on his face.

“S-Sir Anders! W-Welcome back!” John says nervously, chuckling as he steps away from the rabbit. “I-I was just trying to make small talk with the bunny!” He lies although the weasels don’t agree with what he says.

“I know what you're doing, all of you! You’re not going to eat our dinner until it’s cooked! That’s the deal!” The large weasel walks in, his footsteps stomping the ground but not as heavy as Bingo’s. Sir Anders is the king of his group who takes control and order ever since they were kicked out. Of course he was livid about the situation in which he plans to invade the kingdom someday. Sir Anders goes up to Bingo with a more disappointed glare. “I see that you’re here, fatty. Weren’t you supposed to gather some meat for us?” From what he saw and knows already, he was the one who captured the rabbit and it’s the only source of meat there is in the cave.

Bingo didn’t know what to say. He felt sorry for letting down his group but at the same time, he wasn’t much of a hunter, more of a gatherer. “But animals are friends. They are nice creatures.” Bingo argues, his goofy tone makes a few of the weasels chuckle silently.

Sir Anders growls, not happy with that response. “So not only do you eat all of our food, but you also disobey my orders, huh? Well how about this…..” He grabs Bingo’s fat wrist and leads him towards the trapped rabbit. “If you like animals so much, why don’t you give this one a nice bath? A hot and steamy one for thirty minutes! That sounds simple enough, doesn’t it?” Sir Anders was giving Bingo one last chance to redeem himself for the group, something that he can be most useful for.

The fat weasel grumbles, wanting to talk back and say no. But if he were to do that, would he survive a gang of small and angry weasels? And if he were kicked out, where would he go? He left his only friend behind and has no one else to rely on. With a defeated sigh, Bingo says. “Okay, Bingo will cook the rabbit.” He slouches down and waddles sadly to the rabbit.


“Good.” Sir Anders pats his furry back. “Fortunately for you, you don’t have to cook until night time. But as we’re waiting, be useful and keep the rabbit company. We don’t want our dinner escaping. Oh and don’t think about letting that rabbit go or else we may have you for dinner.” He threatens as Bingo goes over to the rabbit. “The rest of you, we’ll need to steal a pot and a bucket of water. There’s a nearby village far from the town we can rob. Anything else you find useful, grab.” He orders the weasels as Sir Anders and a couple more leave the cave.

Bingo sits on the floor, pouting as he’s forced to cook this innocent rabbit. He whimpers for the rabbit’s life, really sorry for what he’s about to do. “ Bingo is so sorry for all of this.” He blames himself for putting the rabbit into trouble. “Bingo wishes he could let you go, little rabbit.” He tries to reach his fat hand through the cage so he can pet the rabbit, though it’s too big to squeeze through. The rabbit squeaks as a response, more of a curious and a calm kind but still scared for what kind of fate he’s having.
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It was night time as the sun dropped down and the sky darkened the forest. Fortunately for Bongo, who was still looking for his friend, can see in the dark thanks to his unique eye sight. The dragon was worried that he might not find him in time before he could pass out from all the walking he had done for eight hours straight. Worse is that he hasn’t eaten anything today, causing his belly to grumble as loud as the lions of the savannah. “Oooh…where are you Bingo?” The troubled dragon whimpers, praying that he will be okay. Bongo wants to stop somewhere and eat before he could lose himself, possibly start eating the wood from the trees and the grass like a cow. Just as he was about to sit back down to rest his weary legs, his nose got a trackable scent. It smelled like firewood, like from a campfire. It wasn’t far away as well so it could mean that someone close to Bongo is setting up a place to stay. Could it be Bingo? “Bingo?” He speaks as if he can imagine his friend standing right in front of him. With this new-found motivation, Bongo moves forward again, hoping that this smell of firewood will help him get one step closer to Bingo. Passing by the trees and picking up speed, he’s starting to get closer to the scent until he finds what looked like a bright light inside a small cave just yards away from him. He sniffs the air again, getting a more clearer scent of what he could be smelling.

Bongo does wonder if Bingo had made himself a campfire inside the cave, though he’s not sure why since it’s not raining out. “Hmmm, Bongo thinks Bingo is in that cave!” He assumes by the fact Bingo is the only person he’s seen around. There is also No Name as well but it’s been a while since he’s seen the little rabbit. He waddles closer to the cave, the smell of the burning wood getting stronger with each step he takes. As he finally makes it outside the cave, the first thing he notices is the sound of laughter and chatting. As it turns out, it seems like whoever was in the cave wasn’t alone at all. He can’t tell what they are saying but the onslaught of voices mixed together. So Bongo decides to take a peek inside and what he sees is a bit surprised to see who they were, weasels. Little, dirty thieving weasels that were in a huge group, wearing tattered clothing surrounding a giant fire with a large pot in the middle. At first, the dragon couldn’t see what they were cooking, or that was before he heard a familiar squeak of fear as the weasels were putting a large wooden cage over the boiling pot. He couldn’t believe his eyes once he saw what was inside the cage, it was No Name. The poor fellow was terrified to the core, squirming around as he tried to open the cage. “N-No Name!?” He had to do something as he didn’t want these weasels to cook his friend. Bongo steps into the cave as his large steps catches the attention of the weasels.

“Huh, hey!” One of the weasels shouted. “Who are you, fatty!?” The weasels are now on high alert as they blockade the pot and their leader. “Are you going to take our food!?”

Bongo was angry now that these weasels try to guard his friend. “Let No Name go! He is not food!” He tells the weasels, growling as a way to intimitate dominance.

Behind the weasels was Bingo who was trying to mind his own business until he heard the voice of his new friend. “Bongo?” He stood up from the ground and looked over past the thieves. He’s surprised to see the dragon here, looking rageful for the first time.

Bongo gasps once he sees Bingo in the group, to his realization that he should have known Bingo would be part of this group. “Bingo? What are you doing here?” He asks as the weasels all turn to the fat weasel.

“You know this fatso?” One of the weasels questioned. Bingo never mentioned to them about Bongo or the fact that he became friends with him. “Did you lead him here to our hideout!?” He accuses.

Bingo shakes his head in denial. “N-No! Bingo didn’t do anything wrong!” Yet he feels guilty about letting his ‘friends’ cook this rabbit who is known by No Name. Looking back at Bongo, Bingo is curious about the rabbit. “Is this bunny, your friend?” He asks.

“Yes, he is No Name! No Name is my good friend!” Bongo replies, hoping he can convince these weasels to not eat the rabbit. For Bingo, he felt really terrible about this. To cook a live rabbit who turns out to be the same rabbit he accidentally hurts and is a friend of Bongo.

The weasels start laughing out of nowhere. “Hahaha! This fat loser is friends with a rabbit? What a joke!” One of them turns towards Bingo with a slight smirk on his face. “Bingo, why don’t you cook this dragon’s friend for us?” He requests. “It’ll show this dragon here who is the toughest!”

The fat weasel couldn’t do it, not after all they’ve done. Bingo shakes his head again and crosses his arms. “No! Bingo will not cook Bingo’s friend!” He refuses to take orders.

The weasels grow in silence as some are furious about Bingo’s betrayal. “What!? How dare you say no!? Wait until Sir Anders gets here, tie them both up!” He commands as two quickly grab the rope as the rest have their spears out, pointing directly at both Bingo and Bongo. “These fat beasts think they can stop us!? We’ll see about that!” The weasels gently poke their spears right at their bellies, forcing the two to be together with their backs touching each other. “Now tie them up, quick!” They use the rope to wrap around their soft bellies tightly, making sure neither one would escape. “We’re going to have a bigger meal than just a rabbit!” The weasel cheers as the rest do as well.

Bingo whimpers in shame. “Bingo is sorry, friend. Bingo didn’t mean to let this happen.” He apologizes, afraid that he just lost his only friend that he could trust.

As much as Bongo wants to blame Bingo, he just couldn’t. The two practically shared the same mindset, though Bongo looked more aggressive. “It’s okay, Bingo. Bongo forgives you.” All he could do is stare and watch as the weasels dance around the pot with No Name on top.
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“So, you failed once again I see?” Sir Anders had come back from his thievery, only to find the fat weasel tied up with the fat dragon. “You couldn’t do a simple job for me, fool? Have you decided to stand against us?” The muscular weasel knew that Bingo was only dead weight and that it would have been soon before he were to let Bingo go. “It’s a shame. You would have been perfect for defense. Now I have to fatten up a weasel just to take your spot. Maybe John. That big mouth does look starving for someone so small.” He mocks, looking at his army. “Or maybe all, just as long they aren’t as stupid as you.” He pokes at Bingo’s cheek. “And as for you….” He looks at Bongo next. “You are even a bigger fool to risk your own life for a rabbit. It's stupider than leaving that fortress.” He can tell that Bongo used to be a soldier for the kingdom, due to the fact he’s a dragon with no armor on. “Welp, time to get cooking!” He moves away from the fatties and joins the weasels. They all laugh as they prepare themselves to cook No Name in the pot. The rabbit keeps on squeaking, trying to kick down the cage but with no luck.

As Bongo helplessly watches the weasels begin to cook No Name, just inches from the rabbit getting into the boiling hot water. The dragon can feel his own rage building up with slight snarls and growls from his throat. His pupils form into daggers like a lion and say, “No one cooks my friends!” He begins to grunt as something churns inside his gut, groaning and bubbling.

“Bongo, are you okay?” Bingo asks as he didn’t like the sounds his friend was making. Suddenly, the fat weasel feels the rope wrapped around his torso pressing against his fat belly, getting tighter as it digs into his skin. “Mmfh! Is the rope getting smaller?” Bingo’s back squishes onto Bongo, forcing the weasel to let out a small whimper of pain. “B-Buddy?”

The weasels dance around still, celebrating their meal for the night. Yet only one had taken notice of what was happening to the hostages, or at least one of them. The weasel, John, had no idea what was going on with the dragon but one thing he could tell was that he looked fatter than before. “Ummm….Sir Anders?” He tries to catch his leader’s attention as John did seem worried about the dragon. Once Sir Anders stops dancing and looks down at John, the weasel asks, “What’s happening to him?” He points his finger at Bongo who was livid at this point.

“Huh?” Sir Anders looks over, also confused at the issue. “What is that fatty doing!?” The rest of the weasels stopped in their tracks as well, focusing on Bongo. The dragon’s belly was growing, no, inflating. It was strange to watch as a gut expands, stretching the rope as it gurgles louder. The dragon grunts deeper, as if he was in pain and can’t stop his belly from swelling.

“He’s getting bigger!” One of the weasels shouted.

“The dragon is turning into a balloon!” Another one said.

“He’s going to explode!” A weasel fears. They all soon start to back away just as the rope finally snaps off, letting Bongo’s belly inflate more while Bingo is free as he sighs in relief.

Bongo curls his toes and spreads his legs far apart. He places both hands on his belly and rubs it as he now knows what he’s doing. Bingo looks behind him, in shock to see the dragon swelling up. Rather than backing away from his friend, he gets up and helps Bongo up. “Bongo, you’re blowing up!” Bingo’s eyes couldn’t take off from Bongo’s belly, a wonderful sight to see. Once his belly creaks and groans, getting to his limit, Bongo’s nostrils are filled with smoke as his eyes are teared up. This was a final chance for the weasels to leave but they all seem to stand their ground. With a charged scream from Bongo, he lets out the largest flame known to man, reaching inches away from the weasels’ faces.

“AHHHHHHH!” They all scream, panicking and cowering in fear. One of them accidently knocks down the cage with No Name in it, not only freeing him but helping to escape his fate in the pot. Bongo’s belly deflates slowly once he’s able to release his fire. “We need to get out of here!” One of them says, retreating and exiting out of the cave in a hurry. And once they all did, the numbers of Sir Ander’s army decresases.

“Where are you going, you idiots!? This is our home, our kingdom!” Sir Anders screams, commanding to come back and fight. No one wanted to fight a flame breathing dragon who’s anger rises up to the sun.

Bongo isn't there once he lets out a second breath of fire, targeting the weasels until every single one of them leaves. “And don’t you ever come back!” Bongo warns them all. With his belly fully deflated and his anger shrinking down, he looks around at the cave he had just violated. He finds a terrified bunny on the floor, scared for his life. “Awwww, No Name!” He waddles over to the rabbit, quickly picking him up and resting the poor fellow onto his belly. “It’s okay No Name, your big fat dragon is here.” He comforts the rabbit, kissing him on top of the head to calm No Name down. He’s at least happy to save the rabbit from disaster. Bongo didn’t know or realized what he had just done or achieved, but all he really cared about was his friends.

Even after saving No Name, Bingo felt like he was to blame for all of this. “I’m very sorry, Bongo. Bingo doesn’t deserve to be your friend.” He shamefully admits.

Bongo turns around towards Bingo, gasping at what he said. “Don’t say that Bingo! Bongo will always be your friend!” He forgives the weasel completely.

Sir Anders was enraged, betrayed and defeated by a fat dragon. “This is outrageous!” He cries out. “I can’t be outmatched by a big-bellied dragon and a dumb weasel!” He’s still confident to take on the two, even if he’s the only one left in the cave.

At first, Bongo was ready to take down Sir Anders and make him pay for everything. But Bingo steps in between the two and looks back at Bongo. “Bingo has this, buddy.” He said, being the one to take care of his ex-leader. Bongo nods with approval and lets Bingo take care of the problem. Bingo walks closer to Sir Anders, growling slightly as he looms over the buff weasel. “You shouldn’t have messed with Bingo!” He cracks his knuckles and with a smirk, doesn’t give a chance for Sir Anders to run or surrender before Bingo jumps in the air and belly slams onto Sir Anders, crushing him underneath his round furry gut. “Mfhh! Hehe, Bingo crushed Sir Anders!” He’s always wanted to do something like this for all the abuse and neglect he’s been getting. He gets up from the ground and looks down at a knocked out and defeated weasel who groans as he can’t do anything anymore. Bingo turns around to face Bongo, with a look of victory in his eyes. “We did it!” He cheers.

Bongo is proud of his friend. “Heh, we did!” While cuddling No Name, he goes up to Bingo and the two bump their bellies together to celebrate their successes. After that, Bongo takes another look around in the small cave. “Hmmm, so what now?” He asks as he never thought this far into their night.

“Hmmm…..” Bingo is thinking of something now that this cave is free of weasels, except for Bingo of course. “This could be our new house! Bingo always wanted a place like this.” He’s usually forced to sleep outside due to his size but without the weasels, he won’t have to deal with the rain.

“Bongo loves that idea!” Bongo could use a new place as well as his old one rots away as his weight couldn’t bear it anymore, breaking the wooden floors and accidentally knocking down the walls. “In fact, Bongo knows who else to bring along!”
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Later that night, there’s a party going on inside the cave as Bongo had invited all of the rabbits, with No Name as well, to their party. The rabbits were happy to see No Name as they did report him missing not too long ago. As for No Name, he was still a little worried about Bingo after what he did to him when he was chasing that butterfly. But he does forgive him when he crushed that mean weasel. He is more thankful for Bongo and mostly happy to know that Bongo can indeed shoot out fire from his mouth. All he needed was motivation. Meanwhile Bongo and Bingo were dancing around the campfire, doesy doeing around as they bump their bellies and butts onto each other, letting them jiggle and slosh around. “Hehehe! This is fun!” Bingo says, giggling as he’s having a great time playing with his own fat body with Bongo.

“Bongo knows! Bongo loves being fat!” It’s something he’s never ashamed of. “Say, if you ever want to see Bongo shoot fire again, Bongo will do that whenever you want!” He offers as he wants to use it some more, for good of course.

“Yeah, Bingo would love that!” Bingo loves everything, except for betrayal, thieves, and his ex-weasel friends. “Thank you Bongo for being my friend!” He’s not sure if he was thanked for that already but he likes to make sure he still does.

“You’re welcome, buddy!” Bongo says back. And so they continue to dance around and press their bellies some more. Sir Anders is still on the ground, unconscious until the morning and will be forced to move out soon. Of course if he still wants to fight, Bongo and Bingo will make sure he changes his mind.