Reservoir Monkeys

Reservoir Monkeys is the third part of the Trailblaze Continuance chapter Banana Outrage: Battles Without Ninja and Humanity. It automatically begins after completing The 400 Bananas.
==Steps==
# Step outside and see what those shirtheads are squabbling about
# Have a chat with that Micah dude
# Check out the area alone
# Keep on exploring forward
# Plot a way to break into the Slumbernana Association's turf
# You've figured out the answers. Now, it's time to tackle that fudgin' exam!
# Snagged a club card. Now, politely ask the fudgin' gatekeeper to move
# Shoot the breeze with Robin before going into the Slumbernana Association
==Gameplay Notes==
* This mission uses the Fate's Ensemble system, played from the perspective of Boothill. The game provides him for use as a Story character.
==Dialogue==
===Step outside and see what those shirtheads are squabbling about===
: Boothill: Sure enough, when I came to, my mind was whisperin': Hatred is the frailty of the weak.
: Boothill: That's when it hit me. I've got a mind that's still "alive."
: Boothill: But if you ask me...
: Boothill: My muddle-fudgin' brain ain't the boss of me! Or how'd I end up here?
: Boothill: Hm?
: Boothill: Forkin' hell...
: Jessie: Pardon me for asking, but this is your seventh drink and you've only had a sip from each... Is there something the matter with them?
: Boothill: Oh, it ain't like that. These little sweet drinks taste pretty good. Ordering a bunch is just a habit of mine.
: Boothill: No need to worry, lady, you'll know soon enough. I'm headin' out to take care of some business. Keep these safe for me.
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: Boothill: I get that I'm supposed to be helping Rappa, but I don't see anything strange going on here.
;(Approach the crowd)
: Unpleasant Man: I'll ask you one last time. Do you have any taste at all?
: Unpleasant Man: This place is useless sitting here empty. But if we put a Slumbernana statue here and build a plaza, it'll instantly become a landmark of Dreamflux Reef. We'll be able to get ahead of The Family again.
: Cautious Townsfolk: It doesn't matter what you say. You can't just stake your claim on this place. No one's going to accept that.
: Unpleasant Man: Then who should we listen to? Micah hasn't said anything! There's no reason to delay.
: Unpleasant Man: I'm going to put this here today or—
: Unpleasant Man: Huh? Who are you?
: Boothill: Come off it, pardner. I aint even said anything yet.
: Boothill: I don't care what beef y'all got, just make way, will ya?
: Unpleasant Man: ...
: Unpleasant Man: So what? You hired this guy to be your thug?
: Cautious Townsfolk: No, I don't know this man either. But thug or no, our position isn't going to change.
: Unpleasant Man: Then I'm done playing nice.
: Boothill: Forkin' hell, you hard of hearing or something? Do I have to let my gun do the talking?
: Boothill: Alright then! Hope you're ready to get shot.
: Micah: There's no need for that, sir. Allow me to apologize on their behalf.
: Micah: Please, put your gun away. I'm afraid that's too much excitement for those of us who've already "died" once.
: Boothill: ...Who are you, now? What kinda show they runnin' here?
: Boothill: ...
: Boothill: Forget it. The world's complicated enough as it is, but my bullets will make things real simple.
: Boothill: Act first, think later. You bet your forkin' bananas I'm teaching all of you a lesson today—
: Boothill: ...?
: Boothill: Wait a sec. The fudge was that?
: Boothill: Bet your bananas? When the bananas did I start saying fudgin' bananas?
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: Boothill: Bananas? Son of a banana? What the banana fudgin' sundae?
: Unpleasant Man: ...
: Unpleasant Man: Micah, I thought you don't get involved in these matters.
: Unpleasant Man: I'm just putting up a decoration everyone likes. I'm not hurting anybody.
: Micah: First, I find it hard to believe that everyone likes those monkeys.
: Micah: Second, I just happened to be passing by. I saw a friend and came to say hello.
: Unpleasant Man: Friend?
: Micah: That's right. Though truth be told, I don't remember your name anymore. I've met too many people the over last few years.
: Micah: But I still remember those eyes — "This is great! Everyone can make their own dreams here." — That's what you said when you first arrived. Your eyes gleamed with spirit.
: Micah: Don't forget the aspirations you once had.
: Unpleasant Man: ...
: Unpleasant Man: Do you have to say these things out in the open? You need to fix your bad habit of lecturing people.
: Unpleasant Man: There's a reason why things become popular. You'll understand some day.
: Unpleasant Man: But fine, I'll back off for today. I'll be back. Let's go.
: Boothill: Hold on! Banana my sundae... Forget it, guess I could afford to say less.
: Boothill: Hey — where you going?
: Micah: Let them be. At the very least, they harbor no ill will towards you.
: Micah: And they certainly don't have the courage to do anything, anyway. Right, Mr. Ranger?
: Boothill: Hah. Finally, someone sensible.
===Have a chat with that Micah dude===
: Micah: I know what you want to ask. A Galaxy Ranger's gunshot rings loud and clear. And Dreamflux Reef isn't so isolated that we don't hear what's going on outside our walls.
: Boothill: Good to know I didn't waste my shot.
: Boothill: But I gotta say, I've seen it all now. The atmosphere here is real strange. I mean, statues of monkeys?
: Micah: It's just a fad among youngsters. If you ask me, it's even stranger that a Galaxy Ranger is in Dreamflux Reef.
: Micah: Are you here chasing evil or settling a grudge?
: Boothill: You don't gotta beat around the bush. Can't you tell by just lookin' at me? Banana picker, everything's bananas.
: Boothill: I came here to help someone and now I'm the biggest ruckus around here. Son of a banana, tell me what's going on with that monkey!
: Micah: ...
: Micah: It wasn't that long ago, but they arrived just as suddenly as you did...
: Boothill: Huh? Did I miss something? Who's they?
: Micah: They call themselves Assistananas. They look like the Sweet Dreams Troupe, except much stranger. They came here to advertise something called the Slumbernana Monkey...
: Micah: Hm... Maybe it's the appearance or the cultural significance. Just like every other thing that was once trendy.
: Micah: I don't have an opinion on Slumbernana Monkey. The young people love it. The real problem is the level of fanaticism it creates. You saw the group from before. They grew obsessed with the monkey and formed their own society.
: Micah: I think it's called the Slumbernana Association. They run publicity campaigns all across Dreamflux Reef under its banner, and they're not very friendly.
: Boothill: Oh, those self-proclaimed banana maniacs just now? And no one's tried to stop them?
: Micah: Fads come and go. It's not all that unusual even in Dreamflux Reef, so I didn't see a reason to intervene. Besides...
: Micah: For a very long time, this was the only place in Penacony that had some freedom. Some things just shouldn't be changed.
: Boothill: Fine by me. If you won't deal with it, somebody else will. The Slumbernana Association, huh. Appreciate the tip, partner.
: Micah: One moment, Mr. Ranger. You haven't answered my question from earlier.
: Micah: Are you here chasing evil or settling a grudge?
: Boothill: Huh, do I look like some kind of madman to you? The answer is both. Any more than that is none of your business.
: Micah: ...
: Boothill: You still worried 'bout somethin'? Tell you what, buddy, go to Jessie's shop next door. There's a tab for seven drinks. Settle that, and consider my behavior here bought and paid for.
: Micah: Seven drinks?
: Boothill: It may not be much, but it's still malt juice. I never break a promise to those who treat me.
: Boothill: You can bet on that. The first time I met someone like that, I let myself get shot rather than betray them.
===Check out the area alone===
;(Talk to Micah again, optional)
: Micah: A fad is just a fad. It always comes to an end. But if you're here for something else, then I won't pry further.
;(Approach the two people)
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: You're not making things easy here.
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: You say you're a Slumbernana Monkey fan, but you can't even answer any of my questions.
: Clumsy Hobbyist: Wait, wait, it just slipped my mind for a moment. I think I got it. Number 20 is... is...
: Clumsy Hobbyist: "May all see the world for what it is: An arc waxing into perfection."
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: What nonsense are you spouting? You'd best go home for now. The events we're holding over the next few days aren't like any other! Jumping on the bandwagon isn't going to nab you an entrance ticket.
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;(Try to bypass Slumbernana Association: Modern 357, optional)
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: I'm very sorry. We're temporarily closed. A member knocked something big over and we're still cleaning it up.
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: It won't take long. You should get your membership card first. It doesn't look like there's a queue right now.
;(Talk to Slumbernana Association: Modern 357)
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: Hold it right there. Here for the Slumbernana Association event, sir?
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: Got your membership card with you? I'll need your member ID.
: Boothill: What the banana sundae are you talking about?
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: Ugh, another bandwagoner. Exit's over there, sir. We don't welcome anyone but true fans of Slumbernana Monkey here.
: Boothill: Listen, buddy, don't make me repeat myself. I love me some bananas. You don't wanna make things more complicated than they need to be—
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: P—Put the gun down, sir! We can talk this out without going bananas. I gather you're keen on checking out the event? Well, that's fine and all...
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: But I can't just let you in. If you're really interested, why not start off by learning more about Slumbernana Monkey?
: Boothill: Like that gal from just now? Gotta give a passphrase just to get through this door?
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: No, that wasn't a passphrase but an entrance test to become a member of the Society. We're hosting an incredibly important event inside, after all. Everybody wants to be a part of it.
: Boothill: Sounds impressive. Sign me up, pardner.
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: Uh, it's a lot harder than it sounds. You won't be able to pass the test unless you're an expert on Slumbernana Monkey.
: Boothill: I might as well give it a shot. Gotta be easier than breakin' my way in.
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: ...Fine. The Slumbernana Association is always happy to make more friends. Are you ready for the challenge? Now, which of these questions would you like to start with?
: Slumbernana Association's membership hierarchy.
: Slumbernana Monkey's famous quotes.
: Ban on derivative works inspired by Slumbernana Monkey.
: Boothill: Banana my sundae! What kind of questions are these?
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: Looks like you're completely clueless about Slumbernana. These are pretty much no-brainers, you know.
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: Sorry, but I can't let you in for now.
: Boothill: ...
: Boothill: Partner, you're in luck. If this were my own business, I'd be makin' my way through by other means. But since I'm just lending a hand, I can't go raisin' too much ruckus.
: Boothill: Okay, we'll do things your way. How hard can a few questions be anyway?
===Keep on exploring forward===
;(Talk to Slumbernana Association: Modern 357 again, optional)
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: I'm very sorry. We're temporarily closed. A member knocked something big over and we're still cleaning it up.
: Slumbernana Association: Modern 347: It won't take long. You should get your membership card first. It doesn't look like there's a queue right now.
;(Approach Robin and the child)
: Carefree Child: "We run, we stride..."
: Carefree Child: Miss Robin, am I singing it right?
: Robin: Mm-hmm. You're doing wonderfully.
: Robin: That reminds me. Shall I give you a checkup?
: Robin: You learn fast, but this is an advanced singing technique, after all. It won't do if you don't take good care of your throat.
: Robin: ...
: Carefree Child: Is something the matter, Miss Robin?
: Robin: Nothing's wrong. I was just worrying too much. Everything is looking good.
: Boothill: I can't believe I just ran into a superstar, and in a place like this too.
: Robin: It's okay. This big brother here is a good man. Why don't you go and have fun somewhere else for now?
: Boothill: "Big bother"?
: Robin: Um... Maybe I should've just kept it at "Mister." Would that have been better?
: Robin: In any case, Mr. Boothill, it seems you've put your travels on hold after that incident too. Are you enjoying your time in Penacony?
: Boothill: Enjoying? Hah, more like going bananas! Bananas, I just can't catch a break.
: Robin: Mr. Boothill, you... Huh? Hang on.
: Robin: Sorry, please keep still for a moment...
: Boothill: What in the forkin' hell are you doing?
: Boothill: ...?
: Boothill: Fork. Fudge? Fudge! Holy shirtballs, I'm back to normal!
: Robin: I knew it. There's a noise around Mr. Boothill too.
: Boothill: "Too"? Sounds like you've encountered this before. So, what in tarnation is going on with all this "bananas" business?
: Robin: I wish I could tell you, but I still haven't figured out what it is.
: Robin: I've been visiting this place a lot lately to teach the children how to sing. Giving up one's sweet dreams takes resolve, so it's my wish that music can bring them some solace.
: Robin: But as time passed, I started to notice something increasingly off about the Dreamflux Reef.
: Boothill: Hmm. Slumbernana Monkey?
: Robin: As I expected, it's come to your attention too. The memoria nearby has been mutating ever since Slumbernana Monkey gained popularity.
: Robin: Even though the noise doesn't cause any tangible impact, it leaves me feeling awfully drained every time I use the power of Harmony for tuning. I can't explain it.
: Robin: Other than that, I also paid a visit to the Slumbernana Association.
: Boothill: Oh, I swung by that place too. They let you join up?
: Robin: They didn't, unfortunately. Anyone who wishes to become part of the Slumbernana Association must undergo onerous entrance procedures before they can become one of them.
: Robin: Besides, even if I did succeed in infiltrating them, I... would stand out too much. It makes more sense for me to focus on studying the noise instead.
: Boothill: So you didn't pass the test either, huh. Well, don't change the fact that I still gotta get in one way or another. Got any bright ideas?
: Robin: I can offer a few ideas on places you can make inquiries at, but why the sudden...?
: Robin: Is something going on in Penacony?
: Boothill: Long story. I'll fill you in once I have more concrete details. But first, I have to pass that entrance test by hook or by crook.
: Boothill: Hmm, making inquiries, you say? Not a bad idea. And heck, why couldn't I be a fan of Slumbernana Monkey? Tough guys exploring their soft side are a thing these days.
: Boothill: If all else fails, I got an easier solution to fall back on: . Easy-peasy.
===Plot a way to break into the Slumbernana Association's turf===
===Shoot the breeze with Robin before going into the Slumbernana Association===
: Boothill: Let's go, partner. Time to see what those troublemakers are capable of.
: Robin: ...I'm afraid it won't be wise for us to continue our investigations together, Mr. Boothill.
: Boothill: What do you mean?
: Robin: If you're hoping to keep a low profile, my presence will only be a burden, Mr. Boothill.
: Robin: Moreover, if you intend to employ... certain means of doing things, it'll be for the better if I'm not around.
: Boothill: Hmph, as expected of one in a seat of power in The Family. You're a lot sharper than you let on.
: Robin: It's hard to tell what all of this is building towards. It'll be prudent for one of us to stay on the outside.
: Robin: Strange. They're linked, but this place... I don't detect any noise here.
: Boothill: The answer's simple: the gun may fire, but it's the bullet that does the killin'.
: Robin: So... Mr. Boothill, I'm familiar with the Galaxy Rangers and their exploits, as well as with the entities they pursue.
: Robin: For you to stop here... something must be happening in Dreamflux Reef.
: Boothill: Hey, don't be a stranger. You can just call me "partner", yeah?
: Boothill: ...
: Boothill: Monkeys... Monkeys... And more monkeys. They're all muddle-fudgin' monkeys!
: Boothill: Evil Ninja Osaru, that doggoned muddle-fudger... This is way too familiar a sight for comfort. Things'd better not turn out the way Rappa feared they would.
: Boothill: Gotcha, I'll leave things out here to you, then. Oh, thanks for all the help so far.
: Robin: You're too kind. I should be thanking you instead. You have my gratitude for offering your assistance, Mr. Boothill. You live up to the name of a Galaxy Ranger indeed.
: Boothill: Hah, this ain't my turf, so let me just make some things clear.
: Boothill: I don't give a rat's behind about people doin' good or evil. Whatever's about to unfold in that little club full of shirt-for-brains is no different from the usual stuff I do elsewhere.
: Boothill: Things ain't gonna be pretty, but justice will be served, and that's all I care about.
: Robin: I see... Then I wish you all the best. As for me, I will try to trace the noise to its source. We'll see each other again later, Mr. Boothill.
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: Boothill: Fudge me. There ain't nothin' strange about this place at all. These ash-voles are good.
: Boothill: ...That was quick.
;(Floating words)
::They aided and abetted the wicked, and deserve their fate.
: Boothill: Well, butter my banana and call me a biscuit, we kickin' off the member initiation rite so soon?
: Boothill: Then bring it on, baby! One ninja's more than enough for this game of infiltration.
: Boothill: Wait a banana... is that... me?
;(Floating words)
::The bullet will one day find its mark in you.
::Just watch, Oswaldo.
:...!
: March 7th: Eek! W—Wait!
: March 7th: Ugh, are the consequences of skipping one class that serious?
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:Switching to Trailblazer's POV...
:When you have a chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret.
==Trivia==
* The name of this mission is a reference to the 1992 film .
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