Lanky Kong was having a rough day. After being bitten by Kremlins and barely finding enough bananas and watermelons to make it worth it, he felt like he could use a break. Sure, he could call on his friends whenever he wanted, but that would be the easy way out. Besides, he still had things to do before he needed to call on DK to head into the pyramid.

He sighed wearily, his long arms practically dragging on the ground behind him, as he made his way over the seemingly endless desert – careful to avoid the quicksand – to finally get his instrument. Diddy had been bragging about and showing his off for weeks, and Lanky needed his to help them advance – not to mention, to get Diddy off his back.

Finally, through the sandy desert wind, Lanky spied the wooden building he needed. He leaped across the quicksand river in front of it and landed in front of the door.

"Hello, big boy," a breathy female voice greeted him as his eyes adjusted to the relative darkness of her store. "Hot day out, isn't it? Can't say it'll be any cooler in here."

Lanky's eyes almost popped out of his head as they saw her. Or rather, as they focused on the most noticeable part of her anatomy. A tight, short, pink T-shirt stretched over the she-monkey's sizeable breasts, causing Lanky's eyes to wander.

"Candy's the name, sugar. Can I help you?"

His overalls started to feel a little constricting. Lanky's mind raced through possibilities, his mouth still not moving.

"Oh, I haven't seen you before," Candy realized through the silence. "Are you here for your instrument?"

Thankfully, Lanky found his voice, and tore his eyes away from her chest just long enough to say, "Yeah, I've heard you're the one to see."

Candy turned, took a few steps toward a box against the wall, and bent over. Lanky found himself wishing her skirt was just an inch shorter, just enough to better see what was underneath. After a long moment, she stood, a trombone in her hands. She came over to Lanky and handed it to him, then leaned down.

Mouth next to Lanky's ear, Candy whispered in the same breathy tone, "Want me to teach you how to use your instrument?"

Blood rushed through Lanky's veins, his mind racing. Was Candy really suggesting-?

For one brief moment, Lanky swore he felt Candy's hand brush up against him.

Then she was up on her feet again, an almost imperceptible wink and devilish look passed over her face. "Come back real soon," she told him, then ushered him out of the shop.