Owner Identification
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Phone: pager: 818-555-8932
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Occupation: Quack Detective
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Business Address: anywhere, anytime
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Favorite Food: spicy Chicken Quesadillas
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Hobbies: travel, reading, hunting
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Pet Peeves: mudrakes in urban areas
Emergency Contact
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Name: The High Mojo Sorceress
The Prophecy
Legends foretell a time of strife, when Shabuhm Shabuhm, guardian of the gates of vile darkness, shall fall from his place of power.
All hope for the island will rest with a wanderer, a reluctant hero caught up in the end of the world, poised to save it, or to condemn it for all time.
The Case of the Missing Mojo
I arrived here a washed up shell of the duck I used to be. It was time to crawl into a coconut shell and hide beneath a paper umbrella. Yes, oblivion was my kind of place. But SHE walked in the door and changed my life.
On the pages of this journal you'll find my notes on File 35: The Case of the Missing Mojo. Everything I've written here is as true as the sky is blue, the grass is green, and her hair that carried the soft scent of fresh wildflowers.
I recall the frosty and ferocious foes I had to battle. From the vicious MudDrakes and their giant Frog God to the Witch Doctor and his powerful mojo spells, this place was a dream come true for a guy with a death wish.
The Ninja Within
The hero has a secret. His studies of the exotic art of combat have given him the ability to transform to a ninja. This ninja is said to have once possessed a thousand souls... until one was stolen.
Until he finds his missing soul, he must gather the ancient yin yang medallions scattered about the island in order to transform.
Those who have seen the transformation describe a tornado of energy triggered by invoking the collected yin yang power.
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To transform: Press Y after collecting yin yangs.
Ninja Training Grounds
Knowing my ninja abilities might be the difference between survival and a shady plot at the local cemetery, I unpacked my pajamas and headed for the Ninja Training Grounds.
The first guy I met in the Training Grounds was the local island witch doctor. He swiped a couple of my remaining souls and used them to create an army of ninja clones for me to battle.
Sacrifice of Maui
As I stand here on the edge of a volcano about to be tossed in, I just have to laugh at my present predicament. Passing the ritual of proof has proven me worthy of sacrifice.
The MudDrakes are determined to keep this island from blowin' its lid one way or another. Somehow I sense that I'll be slurping salt water soon.
Test of Duckhood
The MudDrakes have a custom -- their ritual of proof, by which they test the purity of strangers they encounter.
Judging by the looks of those MudDrakes, I'm not going to come out of this with all my feathers intact.
Sunken Flying Duckman
I learned the only way to get the idol back is to take the bones of some ancient native chief named Quackoo from his current resting place to the Realm of the Dead.
His current resting place is on a boat at the bottom of the ocean. Apparently he went down with the Flying Duckman years ago.
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Movement Tip: Shoot your bug gun to move in the opposite direction of firing. This will get you around a little quicker when you are a few fathoms down.
Realm of the Dead
I'm told to jump into a particularly smelly opening to get to the Realm. Once I made it to the bottom, I placed Quackoo's bones in their rightful place.
He thanked me with a sock in the eye and a right-left combo to my beak. I guess the stress of being dead really got to him.
Mojo Stronghold
After surviving a ten-foot spider with a bad attitude, a flock of MudDrakes, and Mojo Flame Spirits, I finally made it here and found the missing mojo idol.
Babaluau, Baby
Collect enough luau loot and you'll wind up here, the local tourist shindig. Put on a good show and they'll punch your ticket to come back any time. Just do your best to set off all the fireworks within the time limit and grab any other party favors you can along the way.