Story
Klonoa Heroes is the second to latest game in the series, set in an alternate universe from the other games. Here, Klonoa lives in his hometown of Breezegale and is setting his sights on becoming a true hero. The game begins with him and his friend, Chipple, trying to pluck a special flower, the Hikari Sakura (literally the Light Sakura or Light Cherry-blossom) from a tree branch. The flower is said to only bloom under special circumstances, and the person who possesses it will be granted good luck.
After getting the Hikari Sakura, Klonoa is informed by Popka, his small, dog-like friend, that several small monsters have taken up residence around his town, and Klonoa rushes to beat them back. Not long after defeating them, Klonoa decides to visit his friend, a priestess-in-training named Lolo, who informs him that more monsters have been sighted on Bell Hill, located just up the path from the shrine she is studying in. After promising he will come back safely, Klonoa makes his way to the top of the hill, only to be surrounded by several small, round creatures called Moos. Just then, he is rescued by a young man on a motorcycle who calls himself Guntz.
Together, Klonoa and Guntz leave to pursue a bounty-hunting career, only to run into a large armadillo named Pango, a bomb expert, who joins them because he wants to cure his son, Boris, from the sleeping sickness. They all learn of a plot being conceived by a madman named Garlen, who has joined forces with some of Klonoa's other villains, Joka and Janga. Together, Klonoa, Guntz, and Pango defeat Janga and put an end to his sinister plans.
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