The Miracle Potion

Banjo Kazooie

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Banjo-Kazooie related, but the video game. (SO FUN!) And I do not make a profit off of the writing of this story.

Story Summary: An interesting, new spell of Humba Wumba’s turns both Banjo and Kazooie into humans! While Humba tries to come up with a concoction to turn them back to normal, Banjo and Kazooie decide to experiment their new bodies by experiencing their love for one another.

I am a huge fan of the Banjo-Kazooie games and as I searched under Games here on adult-fanfiction.org, I was surprised to find a section for Banjo-Kazooie. There weren’t many stories of it up, so I decided to write this short story. ENJOY!

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The Miracle Potion: Part 2

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“What a fun day,” Banjo said later that evening. He and Kazooie had returned home in their new human forms. Banjo was busy with getting dinner ready, frying up some fish on his favorite red grill outdoors. Kazooie sat at a small patio table. She kept her eyes on her plate, feeling rather nervous. She was alone -- with Banjo! Sure, she’s been alone with him before, but that was back when she was a bird and he was a bear. Now, since they were both humans, Kazooie felt butterflies flapping in her stomach. “You know, Kazooie? Being turned into a human made me realize just how powerful our friends are getting. Maybe if Gruntilda ever comes back, we’ll really be able to give her a good kick in the butt!”

“Yeah,” Kazooie answered softly. She watched Banjo flip a fish, it sizzling brown. Her stomach growled in anticipation. But was she hungry for fish? Kazooie moved her eyes off the fish, and down -- soon glued to Banjo’s fine human bottom. It was pretty tight, and Kazooie could slightly make out the line of Banjo’s favorite yellow shorts from underneath those brown pants Humba had given him.

Soon, Banjo had a single fish placed on two sets of plates: one for him and one for Kazooie. He set a plate in front of Kazooie and then took a seat across from her. He dipped some fresh berries onto his plate, and offered Kazooie some.

“Thank you, Banjo,” Kazooie said. She took a handful of berries, began to eat some as Banjo dug into his fish. “Mm…”

“Delicious!” Banjo cried. “Though, it’s kind of hard eating this thing as a human. As a bear, I could eat the bones.”

“I used my beak,” Kazooie frowned. “It’s hard picking up things.”

“It’s not too hard,” smiled Banjo. “But be careful, the fish is…”

“Ouch!”

Immediately, Banjo got to his feet and attended to his friend. Kazooie had burned her finger on her fish, it hotter than she realized. Banjo took her finger and he started to examine it. Suddenly, Kazooie could feel her cheeks flourishing red. Banjo was so close -- his face just inches from hers, staring at her finger with concern. “It isn’t bad. I’ll get you an icepack.” And as Banjo stood, entering the house, Kazooie swiftly moved her hands over her cheeks, covering them in frustration.

Why did she have to feel this way? Why for that bear?

Kazooie pondered her feelings. As a bird, they had not felt this strong. There were many of times when she’d watch Banjo back when he was a bear. She’d watch him climb trees for coconuts. She’d watch him play his Nintendo on his favorite blue chair. She’d watch him sleep -- late at night, snoring away! Goodness he snored loud, but she loved it. But now, as she and he were both species of an identical identity, she craved that silly Banjo even more!

“Oh,” Kazooie rubbed at her cheeks. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Jumping from her seat, Kazooie looked up into Banjo’s concerned eyes. He held a small icepack in his hands. Finding herself blushing again, Kazooie shook her head madly. “N--nothing!”

“Hmm…” Banjo did not believe his friend. She had been acting weird all day! He was beginning to wonder if the spell was making her feel ill. He handed her the icepack. She thanked him, and he took his seat and finished his dinner, letting her nervousness go, for now.

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Later that evening, Banjo sat reading a book on his bed. (Yes, he reads!) And Kazooie, after doing the dishes, sat thinking about Banjo in the next room. She was pacing the room, biting at her nails (a hobby she began to pick up since the transformation.) It helped to relax her tension, but so far, she continued to wonder about her and Banjos’ new human bodies.

Firstly, she thought of that evening. They were both home alone. Tooty had gone out with a new friend of hers. A cat named Hairball. Tooty had no idea of their transformations. She had been gone since that morning, and planned to stay at Hairball’s for the night.

Secondly, Kazooie pondered the capabilities a human body could possibly do. And no, Kazooie was not pondering whether humans had the ability to climb trees, or swim in deep lakes. She pondered something more, which literally had her blushing red to match the hair on her head, which now was pulled into a pony-tail. Kazooie pondered the sexual organs. Yes, she knew of sex -- of sexual feelings. But she’s never dared do anything. She was a breegul, after all, and never really thought of sex before. But since turned human, watching Banjo had made her feel very moist and hot ‘down there.’

Thirdly, Kazooie wished to experience ‘it.’ She wanted to experience sex. And she wanted to do so with Banjo. But her problem was how to convince him. She certainly knew he had no feelings for her. He loved her, of course, but as a friend only. Should she pretend to be in distress? Should she tell him how she felt? Should she seduce him? They all seemed hot in Kazooie’s mind, but she knew of which she wanted to do.

“I have to,” she whispered. She came to a stand, and turned to her and Banjo’s room. Usually, Kazooie slept in the backpack. “I need him.”

Ever so slowly, Kazooie made her way to the door. She almost floated, the nerves and fear shined right through her skin. She had Goosebumps running along her arms. But she did not want to turn back. Approaching the door, Kazooie set a hand on the door handle, and ever so gently, she opened it.

The door gave off a soft creek as Kazooie opened it halfway. She spotted Banjo. He was reading a fantasy, but his head lifted the moment he heard the door open. He smiled at Kazooie. The smile made Kazooie feel as if she’d melt in place.

“Hiya Kazooie,” Banjo greeted. He acted friendly, but Banjo saw that his friend looked distressed. He closed his book, setting it on the floor to the left. He got to his feet and stepped in front of Kazooie. “What’s wrong?”

“Um…” Kazooie stuttered. “B--Banjo, I was w--wondering if I…” Kazooie took a deep breath. She knew she could do this. She had to be brave! She had always been brave. Others would make fun of her for her bashing attitude, and her name-calling. She was tough around everyone, but Banjo. “I was wondering if--if I could see something…”

Confused, Banjo blinked before nodding. “Um, okay sure. What is it that you want to see?”

Suddenly feeling more confident than she had been, Kazooie lifted her right hand, and gently patted at whatever rested underneath Banjo’s pants. Banjo gasped at the sudden attention, and grabbed Kazooie’s arm with his own. “Whoa! Kazooie, what are you…?”

“Please Banjo! Please just trust me? Okay?”

Banjo could see an urge in Kazooie’s eyes. They were sparkling bright as ever, and before he knew it, he was shuttering at her sight. Slowly, he nodded, suddenly becoming excited by Kazooie’s intrusion. She nodded him a thanks, and explored his downstairs further. Soon, she began to feel a small bulge. A lump showed from beneath Banjo’s pants. Kazooie smiled victoriously.

This was what she had wanted.

And Banjo was letting her!

Perfect!

Continuing to be rubbed by Kazooie’s naughty little hand, Banjo could feel his chest and muscles tightening. He began to sweat at her touch, and he took a glance at the small bulge. “K--Kazooie, what are you doing to me?”

“Does it feel nice?” asked Kazooie. Banjo replied with a nod. This made Kazooie very, very happy. “Banjo, I would love to take this a step further. I w--would love to see what’s hiding underneath your clothes. Please? A--and if you let me, I’ll gladly show you what I’m hiding under mine.”

Banjo gasped. “Kazooie, what has gotten into you?”

“All I know is that I need this, Banjo!” Kazooie cried. She gave him a pleading stare, one nearly irresistible, especially to Banjo. “Please?”

Unsure of how to react, Banjo began to think. Had this been the reason Kazooie had acted so strange? Had she been thinking these thoughts all day long? Banjo could not describe that mysterious, urging desire in his best friend’s eyes. But at that moment in time, Kazooie looked wonderfully beautiful. She looked irresistible. Banjo gave in. “Okay…”

“Thank you,” smiled Kazooie.

Slowly, she helped Banjo out of his shirt. She then moved to his pants, pushing them down his legs. She touched his legs. They had tiny brown hairs covering them, but the hairs were hardly visible. Still, they tickled her fingers. She smiled, holding back a giggle as she moved her hands closer to his yellow shorts. The fabric felt nice as her fingers rubbed over Banjo’s shorts. She had only touched them once before, and that was accidental. She had a fight with Tooty, and dirty laundry was thrown here and there.

Finally, Kazooie’s hands reached the edges. She placed her fingers into the shorts, and slowly pulled them down. She nearly shrieked in excitement as Banjo’s bulge popped out, revealing a fine, hardened stem falling from between dark brown hairs. The sight had hearts floating in Kazooie’s eyes. Never had she seen anything so -- so interesting before. It didn’t seem too attractive, but it was turning her on!

“Wow, Banjo,” Kazooie cackled. She tossed his shorts aside, and brushed her hands along his butt-cheeks, examining that great thick stem hungrily. “It’s so--so--mesmerizing.”

“Um--thank you,” Banjo spoke, yet his voice was weary. He was already panting heavily, enjoying this new sensational feeling sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Banjo’s thick stem longed for attention. Kazooie knew it was her duty to give it some. Gently, she placed her hand over the stem. She began to stroke it, listening to Banjo’s soft oncoming moans. Smiling, Kazooie took notice of a tiny white droplet coming slowly out of the dark tip. It looked so delicious. She knew she had to give it a taste. Sticking out her tongue, Kazooie slid her pink tongue over Banjo’s aching tip. She caused him to grunt, his head shooting back from the new sudden pleasure.

“Holy cow,” Banjo cried. “Kazooie! What…? Ah!” And before he knew it, Banjo stared in awe as Kazooie wrapped his hard-on over the entrance of her mouth, shoving it in willingly.

A moan escaped Kazooie’s lips. She gently sucked, loving the feeling of Banjo’s body shivering at her touch. And as she did this, her own body started to ache, and shortly she could feel moisture between her legs -- again. Curious, Kazooie placed her unused hand down below and under her dress. She reached up, feeling a wetness between the soft lips of her womanhood. She was completely wet, and the sudden touch caused her to moan, which sent a vibration over Banjo’s hardened self.

He groaned too. “K--Kazooie, this is--is so…Ah!

And Banjo released, suddenly feeling a blush grazing over his cheeks. He looked down, and to his surprise, he watched as Kazooie sucked in and swallowed every drop of his sweetness. “Wow…”

Finishing sucking Banjo, Kazooie got up. She smiled at Banjo as she slowly moved her hands over her dress, feeling herself up and down. “Do you want to see what I’m hiding now?”

“Kazooie,” Banjo gulped. “I -- I don’t know if…”

“Please Banjo,” Kazooie whimpered. She moaned as she brushed past her small, soft breasts. Her nipples pressed against the soft cloth of the dress. “I really need this. And I know you want it.”

Banjo’s eyes widened. “Kazooie.”

Giggling, Kazooie reached for the straps of her dress, slowly inching them down her shoulders. Only seconds later did she pull the dress halfway off, revealing her lovely breasts. She smiled at Banjo’s reaction. He inched a bit closer, almost entranced by the two identical mounds, each equipped with their own large, perky pink nipple.

“They’re so cute,” Banjo said. Surely, it was a compliment.

“Will you touch them?” Kazooie cooed. “For me?”

Banjo nodded. He made his way towards Kazooie, and soon pressed his hands on her breasts. He jiggled them professionally, moving his hands as if he’s done so many times before. However, this was his first time. And Kazooie was loving the attention. She gasped, feeling hot moisture on her left nipple. She looked down to see Banjo’s tongue flicking and playing with her nipple greedily, giving it a saliva treatment. The feeling was beyond erotic, and Kazooie could not help moaning from the attention her nipple received. Soon after, Banjo gave the same treatment to Kazooie’s right nipple, it being left out.

“Oh Banjo,” sighed Kazooie. “Mm.”

Banjo continued to inspect Kazooie’s upper body. Soon, when he finished licking her nipples, he continued to gently rub them as he moved down towards Kazooie’s belly-button, licking around and finally licking over it. He paused, making Kazooie stare at him with wonder. Why had he stopped? She received an answer when Banjo suddenly asked, “What’s that wonderful scent.”

Blushing, Kazooie lifted Banjo to her eye level. She smiled at him, flirting with her eyes. “Would you like to find out?”

Of course Banjo did! He nodded, looking anxious. The smell he had enter his nostrils caused him to re-harden, and he didn’t even know or understand why.

Rather anxious, herself, Kazooie took Banjo’s hand and led him towards the bed. The bed was a lot smaller, since Banjo was a small honey bear. Not human sized, their legs fell off the end, but Kazooie knew it’d be more fun that way! She stopped at the bed’s edge, staring over Banjo dreamily. He could see her eyes sparkling, and he watched with excitement as Kazooie slowly removed the rest of her dress, leaving the both of them completely nude.

Banjo found the soft flatness between Kazooie’s legs fascinating. It was covered in curly red hairs, so he was unsure of what he was supposed to be looking at. He soon got his answer.

Kazooie gently sat at the edge of the bed. She laid down, and spread her legs wide for Banjo to see. The moment she had done so, she began to feel lustful as Banjo's eyes widened. “Is this what you were smelling?”

“Uh…” answered Banjo. His sudden goofiness made the scene more enjoyable for Kazooie. Hey, he seemed very happy with what he saw.

“Please Banjo,” Kazooie mumbled. “Will you -- please lick me?”

Yes, Banjo wanted to. The aroma floating from between Kazooie’s legs smelt delicious. Getting on his knees, Banjo put his nose up to it, and sniffed. “Oh…” Taking his fingers, he softly touched the greatness, feeling as a great amount of stickiness came onto his fingers. He took his hand away, and put his fingers in his mouth, tasting the desirable new treat.

Ecstatic! Banjo knew he craved more.

With his hands, he spreads the soft, warm lips, giving him a better view of his first encounter with the beauty of a female. He had expected his first time to be with another bear, of course, but Kazooie was turning him on so bad! He wanted to taste her all over! Sticking out his tongue, Banjo took one long lick, starting from a tiny hole he knew was her butt hole. He did not know the other hole’s name, but licking over it caused his great friend to shriek his name in pleasure. When his tongue reached a tiny oval (the clitoris), he got an even louder shriek as Kazooie’s smile widened.

So sensitive…!

He continued to please her, licking and slurping at the delicious substance. Kazooie could feel her heart beginning to beat faster. She began to sweat, and oh, was Banjo’s hot tongue ever so good! He pleased her perfectly, his tongue slipping over her most sensitive of spots repeatedly.

And as he licked her, Banjo noticed that the sticky substance came out from that hole with no name. Curious, Banjo found his tongue tracing over, and finally entering that hole. Kazooie bucked her legs. Her lower body leaned further over Banjo’s tongue.

Jackpot!

Removing his tongue, Banjo sighed heavily. “You’re so sensitive, Kazooie. Especially right here…” Banjo touched at the hole with his finger. He suddenly got a wild idea, and slowly he plunged a finger into the darkness of that hole.

“Oh,” Kazooie yelped!

Banjo stopped, keeping his finger halfway up the lovely hole. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“S--sorry,” weaved Kazooie. “You s--startled me, is all. Please continue, but go slow. Okay?”

Nodding, Banjo slowly continued to stick his finger into Kazooie. Her inner walls clamped around Banjo’s finger, supporting it with care. Banjo raised an eyebrow, curious as to how Kazooie’s body reacted to his touch. Gently, he pulled his finger out, gaining a sensual sigh escaping Kazooie’s lips. Smiling, Banjo pushed his finger back in and out, getting a similar reaction from Kazooie.

“Oh, Banjo…” Kazooie smiled. “Please -- please put it in me…”

“Huh?” It took him a moment, but when he noticed Kazooie eyeing his hard-on, he got to his feet, eyeing Kazooie worriedly. “Kazooie, are you sure? I -- I mean, well, Humba is going to turn us back to our regular selves tomorrow…”

Kazooie waited for Banjo to pause. Obviously, he was nervous. She was, too. But she craved for that silly bear, and she knew that deep, deep down, he wanted her, as well. Smiling, Kazooie began to rub herself, watching Banjo’s shocked reaction. She used her free hand to rub at her perky left nipple. She gave off a soft moan before whispering, “So?”

“So?” Banjo gasped. “Kazooie! We can’t do… Ah…” Unable to finish his sentence, Banjo arched at the feel of Kazooie’s small, left foot rubbing at the tip of his hard member. “In the name of Jiggywiggy!”

“Banjo,” Kazooie sighed. “I don’t care whether Humba can change us back or not. All I care about is this moment, right here, right now. And all I know is that I really want you! I need you Banjo. I want to feel you deep inside of, pounding me with everything you’ve got! Banjo I -- I want you to make love to me! Please!”

Banjo stood, taking in every last one of Kazooie’s words. “Kazooie…”

“So, my great friend,” smiled Kazooie, “Will you give me your everything?”

Banjo knew he could not say no. He soon smiled softly, and took his position between Kazooie’s legs. Kazooie sighed a thank you, relaxing her entire body as she prepared for what was to come. Eyeing Kazooie’s lovely wet entrance, Banjo took his stiff stem and rubbed it down those juicy lips, thinking of the best way to enter into his dearest friend without hurting her too bad.

“Don’t worry about me, Banjo,” Kazooie smiled. “Just do like you did with your finger. Go slow, nice, and steady. You know me. I’m a brave girl! I can take a bit of pain.”

“I really don’t want to hurt you, Kazooie.”

“I know,” Kazooie giggled. “But if you don’t enter me now, I’ll become less wet, and it’ll be harder to slide it in.”

“Ah,” Banjo nodded. But the sweat on his skin showed his nervousness, and he inched his stem closer and closer, finally touching the tip with Kazooie’s awaiting entrance. Gulping, Banjo slowly entered. He lets out a long overdue moan, watching Kazooie give out her own gasp of pleasure. He eased in, keeping his eyes on his friend. If she yelled even once, he promised to remove himself from her. But she kept any signs of feeling pain to herself. Gently, Banjo asks, “Ready?” Kazooie’s eyes move over him, and he sees a tiny tear in the corner of her eyes.

“I’m ready Banjo,” Kazooie said. “Please continue, but go slow.”

And so he began.

Gentle as a leaf blowing in the wind, Banjo began to rock back and forth in and out of Kazooie. He did his best not to go too fast, even though the new sensation was incredibly amazing! Kazooie’s deep, hot walls had entwined around his stem, just like they had for his finger. The feeling was nearly indescribable, and Banjo could not believe how much pleasure he was getting out of this. He felt bad for Kazooie, watching as another tear slipped from her eyes, but she stayed brave, fighting the slight pain she felt.

Surprisingly, the pain was not too terrible, Kazooie had feared it would be, but only moments later did the pain mix with pleasure. And pretty soon, Kazooie no longer felt the pain. She was soon moaning with each of Banjo’s soft, erotic thrusts. He moved so perfectly for her. He was so soft and caring.

Only a moment later did Banjo quicken his pace. Both friends were gasping from the thrill, Kazooie more than Banjo. She began to groan his name, which only made him hornier.

“Oh Banjo,” shouted Kazooie. “Right there! Oh… So good…”

Growing weary, Banjo paused just for a brief second. He pulled Kazooie closer, making her gasp by the sudden thrust. Banjo leaned to her level, him at eye-level with her as he continued thrusting in and out of her. Kazooie, continuing to moan in an ecstasy of pleasure, wrapped her arms around Banjo’s neck, pulling him close. She gave off a large gasp as Banjo’s mischievous tongue wrapped itself over her right nipple, sucking it sweetly.

“Mm,” Kazooie sighed. And suddenly, a large aching shimmies over her entire body. Banjo was pounding her faster, not even coming close to finishing with her, but Kazooie could feel her first orgasm drawing nearer. She tried to hold it, waiting for Banjo to come with her, but being new to all that was happening, she lost control.

She had her first orgasm. She screamed, surprised. Banjo, not taking notice that his friend had had her first orgasm, continued to pound her, filling her body with even more ecstasy and lust.

“Oh--oh!” Kazooie moaned, “Oh!”

Banjo joined her moans, making his own gasps of pleasure.

“Banjo wait!” Kazooie suddenly shouted. Banjo stopped, suddenly lost by Kazooie’s sudden outburst. She had him pull out of her, and he watched as she turned around, resting on her hands and knees. “Let’s try it this way, too.”

Without hesitation, Banjo re-entered Kazooie, and loved her in a brand new position.

What had only been minutes seemed like forever as Banjo grew closer and closer to his orgasm. Kazooie held the bed’s sheets tightly, having her second orgasm already. She felt extremely naughty, yet extremely good! Most important of all, she was happy!

“Kazooie,” Banjo panted, “I -- I think I’m going to…”

“Do it Banjo!” Kazooie cried. “Do it!”

“I--inside?” Banjo asked, startled. “But -- but Kazooie what if you…”

“It doesn’t matter, does it Banjo? Humba will turn us back. You’ll be a bear and I’ll be a bird!”

“K--Kazooie…”

“Just do it Banjo!” Kazooie ordered. “Please come inside of me! Please!”

And with a final shout, both Banjo and Kazooie screamed in a jinx as Banjo filled Kazooie with his seed. Finished, Banjo pulled out of Kazooie and fell tiredly to the floor, his knees shaking widely. Kazooie collapsed onto the bed. She rested there with the brightest of all smiles, not even caring that she was slightly drooling.

Closing her eyes, Kazooie released a final sigh. “Thank you, Banjo.”

Getting to his feet, Banjo wobbled over to Kazooie. Taking her in his arms, he pushed her to wear he was sitting on the bed, and she was lying out over the bed, the back of her head resting neatly on Banjo’s chest.

“Kazooie, can I ask you something?” Banjo spoke up.

“Hmm,” Kazooie yawned. “Sure. What?”

“Have you…” Banjo paused for a brief second before continuing. “Have you -- been thinking of doing that with me for a long time?”

Kazooie was unsure if she should answer. But they had just finished something she’s always dreamed of. “Y--yes. I -- I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time now, but -- but I -- I love you Banjo.”

Hearing Banjo laugh, Kazooie twitched her nose. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing,” Banjo sighed. “You know, I’ve had this strong feeling that I knew you did. I just never said anything.”

That not being the answer she was hoping for, Kazooie frowned. After a moment of silence, Kazooie could feel Banjo pulling her closer to him. “Kazooie?”

Resisting the urge to cry, Kazooie softly asked, “Yeah?”

A soft breath heated up Kazooie’s cheek. She turned, and her eyes widened as Banjo’s lips fell onto her own. He kissed her, only for a moment, before breaking away. Kazooie stared, befuddled by Banjo’s behavior. He smiled at her, and he poked her nose. “I love you, too.”

At that moment, Kazooie’s heart grew ten times happier. Giving off that cackle Banjo loved, Kazooie snuggled close to his chest. Kazooie felt fully complete. She had everything she had wished for: Banjo’s love.

Both Banjo and Kazooie got to experience true love. But they both knew that that night never would had happened, if it hadn’t been for Humba and Mumbo’s thoughtful acts of trying to impress the world with their sinister spells.

Indeed, thanks to the greatness of a single miracle potion, Kazooie found her courage, got sex, and received Banjo’s love in return all in one wonderfully amazing night.

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Early that next morning, Humba made her way towards Banjo and Kazooie’s home. A whimpering Mumbo followed behind her.

“Mumbo still not say it,” Mumbo growled. He only followed Humba because Humba had conjured up the cure for her miracle potion.

“Humba beat Mumbo,” Humba laughed. Banjo and Kazooie’s house fell into view. Humba knocked on the door, but there is no answer. “Hmm, bear and bird not home?”

“They asleep still,” Mumbo nodded. “Let’s go to window.”

Going to the window, Humba and Mumbo peaked in. What they saw astonished them. There, Banjo and Kazooie slept snuggled together on the floor. With their clothes thrown here and there, they laid sleeping with a mere sheet covering their bodies. Both had smiles on their faces, dreaming wonderful dreams.

Scratching his head, Mumbo turned to Humba, and said:

“Okay, Humba win this round. But next time Mumbo beat Humba!”

-End-

And that’s that! Short, simple, and sweet. I hope all of you Banjo/Kazooie fans out there enjoyed reading this! I had a great time writing it, and couldn’t help but laugh at my silly ending. Please review! Thank you!