Welp, I did say that I would rewrite this...
Hehe...forgive me if this fanfic seemed a little silly, at first...I'm kind of hoping I can make it seem more..."Interesting" (for lack of better words). Meaning that I'll try and put in a little more conflict in this, maybe a little humor (considering how light-hearted the first DKC is). I'll make sure the plot stays the same, though.
So, enjoy the fanfic.
Kongo Bongo: an Island of jungles and ruins that sat within the tropical regions within the Mushroom World. This island was inhabited by many creatures such as beavers, elephants, rhinos, tikis, and more noticeably, the monkeys, gorillas, and orangutans, otherwise known as the Kongs. The current leader of this amazing tribe was none other than Donkey Kong III. Like his father and grandfather, he had many responsibilities to take care of. Some of which was to guard the Banana Hoard and protect the Island from invasions. Another task he had to take care of was raising his nephew, who due to his young age, easily tired him out.
One day, Donkey was hanging out at Funky's Flights. A gorilla was trying to fix a plane, he wore a red bandanna and some of his fur had some dirt on it. Within the hut, there were 3 surfboards, hanging on the back wall. There was also a few scraps lying around on the wooden floor. Donkey was laying back into one of the chairs, holding a box of tools.
"Hey, Donkey-dude, can I get a wrench?" asked the gorilla. Donkey nodded, pulling a wrench out from the tool box. He gave the wrench to the gorilla, afterwards.
"Somethin' on your mind, Donkey-dude? Ya seemed a little bummed out," the gorilla said as he continued to fix his plane. Donkey didn't say anything.
"Lemme guess, it's got somethin' to do with Diddy, huh?"
"I guess you could say that," Donkey admitted, "Lately, he can't seem to sit still, at all. You wouldn't know what to say, do ya, Funky?"
"Maybe he just wants to hang around with ya some more," Funky said, "and given how others see the little dude, he's just happy to have someone to play with."
"Seriously, though, I don't even know what I'm gonna do with him," Donkey ranted, "I'm up all night, guarding the Banana Hoard, and as soon as I get some sleep, he wakes me up and expects me to play with him...I'm not mad at Diddy, but he's a little too energetic for me to keep up with."
"Well, I'm not a therapist, " Funky said as he got out of his plane, rubbing his dirty hands with a cloth, "But maybe you should let Diddy help ya out with somethin'. Give him something to keep him busy, you know?"
"What're you getting at?" Donkey asked, "We've already gathered enough bananas for the hoard, what else can I do with him?"
Funky placed the dirty rag in his pocket. "If you think about it, he'll be the one takin' your place, one day. So maybe tonight, you should teach him some of your responsibilities. Maybe teach him how to attack a bad guy...that or teach him how to defend something small, y'know?"
Donkey had an idea. "Maybe I'll let him guard the Banana Hoard tonight, that should be enough!"
"That doesn't seem very small, dude," Funky said with a stern look, "I mean, wouldn't that seem risky?
Donkey shook his head. "He'd only stay up 'til midnight. Plus, the Kremlings haven't been bugging us for two months, so there's no need to worry."
"I dunno about this, Donkey Dude...Maybe you should ask Cranky about this."
"Oh yeah..." Donkey frowned at the mention of his grandfather, "He wouldn't even let me leave the village on my own until I was 10. Before then, I always had to have Papa with me."
"That never stopped you from leaving, though," Funky said, Donkey couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, I was pretty crazy as a kid."
"Anyway, what're ya gonna do, now?" Funky asked, curiously.
"I guess I'll try talking to Cranky," Donkey said, shrugging, "I'm sure he won't mind."
"Well, you'd better hurry, dude. I think it's almost sunset."
"Oh crap!" Donkey placed the tool box down and ran out of the hut, "See ya, Funky!"
"Later, Donkey-Dude," Funky said as he waved good-bye to the Kong. The ape grabbed the tool box and placed it next to his surf boards. The ape needed to take a break from fixing the plane. After all, you'll never know when you'll need it.
Within the jungle, there was a village...and within the village sat a dusty old cabin, it had some junk scattered across the porch, as well a few crates and barrels. On the porch, there was an old ape, sitting in a rocking chair. He was enjoying the calm noises of the afternoon. He could hear the sounds of parrots squawking, wasps buzzing, beavers squeaking, and tikis drumming, it was perfect. He closed his eyes to try to take a nap.
"Hey, Cranky?" the old ape opened his eyes, an ape wearing a red tie was looking at him, it was Donkey Kong. With an annoyed sigh, the old ape got out of his chair.
"If it isn't my good-for-nothin' grandson. I thought you'd be enjoying the day off, yet you have to come over here and bother me, again."
"But-"
"Back in my day, when we wanted something, we'd get it ourselves. Why, I still remember when I was a lad, there was a gorgeous woman stuck in a noisy city they call 'Brook Land'. This was before I met Wrinkly, mind you."
"Cranky-"
"Anyway, crushes aside, I thought this woman could help me find my way back to this world, but I was randomly attacked by that stupid carpenter, Jumpman. Then years later, Jumpman had the nerve to put me in a cage. I had to wait for Junior to save me before-"
"Cranky!"
"What do you want, now!?" Cranky yelled. "Back in my day, we respected our elders, you ungrateful ape!"
Donkey sighed, Good, he stopped ranting... He cleared his throat, "Well, you know how Diddy'll take my place when I'm outta the picture, right?" Cranky raised an eyebrow, "Yeah? What about Diddy?"
Donkey spoke in somewhat of a shy tone, "I was kind of wondering if tonight, he guards the Banana Hoard instead of me, for once."
"Absolutely not!" the old ape snapped, "Diddy's just a light weight, he's hardly strong enough to pick up a simple barrel. You can't expect him to fend for himself, can you?"
"Come on, Diddy's not that weak!" Donkey argued, "After all, Papa had me guarding the Banana Hoard when I was Diddy's age."
"And that was your Papa!" Cranky said, "and it wasn't just you, ya know!"
"But-"
"I said no!" Cranky said, crossing his arms, "Maybe when he's older and more buff, he'll be able to-"
"But it's just for one night," Donkey argued, "Come on, please?"
"Give me one reason why I should!"
"Well, think of it this way," Donkey said, "If he doesn't do anything, how do you expect him to get stronger?"
"And what if the Kremlings attack?" Cranky argued, "Surely, he can't defend himself from those wretched lizards."
"If any Kremlngs come over, then I'll take care of them," Donkey said, confidently. Though he was positive that they wouldn't be bothering the Kongs.
Cranky wasn't sure what to say, next. It was obvious, Donkey wanted to spend the night being lazy. Not only that, he was giving a big responsibility to Diddy. The old ape sighed. It's not that he hated Diddy, but rather, he was worried that something bad would happen to him.
"All right, fine!" Cranky said in defeat, "But I don't want to hear it when he gets attacked by Kremlings, Tikis, or whatever else is out there!"
Donkey smiled to himself, "Don't worry, Cranky, I won't let anything bad happen."
"You'd better not, DK," Cranky grumbled, "Now get outta my sight."
Donkey began to make his way back home. Cranky mumbled under his breath. "Numbskull!"
Meanwhile, there were three Kong children, talking to each other about who the strongest Kong on the island was. One was a gorilla, one was an orangutan, and one was a squirrel monkey.
"So, who do you think would win in a fight?" said the gorilla, "Cranky or Wrinkly?"
"Eh...that's a tough one," Said the orangutan, "can't we pick something easy?"
"All right...how about Lanky or Swanky?"
"Well..." The Orangutan began to think, "Lanky does have strechy arms."
"I've heard rumors that his arms are made out of rubber," Said the squirrel monkey.
"All right, I've got one," The Orangutan said, "Funky or Bluster?"
"Psh...that's easy," Said the squirrel monkey, "Anyone would beat Bluster."
The kids began to hear rustling in the bushes, a young spider monkey clumsily fell out, slightly dazed. He was wearing a red hat and a red tank top. He appeared to be covered in vines.
"You think even he would beat Bluster?" The gorilla said. The spider monkey shrugged, "Hey...would you rather have a pebble? or a snowflake?"
"Which one's the snowflake?" The Orangutan asked.
"Exactly," The squirrel monkey said in an up beat tone. The gorilla began to call out to the spider monkey. "Hey, Diddy!"
The monkey looked over to see the other Kongs, he struggled to get out of the vines, looking a bit more nervous.
"I hear that you're too weak to lift a feather, is that true!?" The Orangutan called out.
"W-well, I wouldn't say I'm that weak," Diddy said as he escaped the vines. "I don't think anybody's that weak."
"Oh, come on," The Squirrel Monkey yelled, "No matter how hard you try to defend yourself, it always backfires on you!"
"Well? It doesn't hurt to try, does it?" Diddy said, proudly. "Besides. Unlike you, I'll be taking over the island after DK. So when that happens, I can banish people like you."
"Oh, so you're getting smart with us!?" The gorilla yelled, as he tried to run after Diddy. The monkey yelped as he began to run away from the group. The Kongs couldn't help but laugh at him.
"That's right, you'd better run!" The gorilla yelled as the other Kongs laughed.
Diddy kept running and running, trying to find his way to his house. He was used to this, having Kongs tease and bully him. He could never find a way to fight back, though. Many times, he would try to prove how strong he was, but even then, it would backfire. Maybe it was because of his own reckless nature, or maybe it was because he wanted to be respected like his uncle. Either way, things never really seemed to work out.
The monkey finally stopped running, his breathing became heavy and his feet were tired. He was finally back at his own tree house. There was a cave, underneath that was full of bananas.
He climbed up the latter to the tree house. Inside, there were a few barrels, a TV, a radio, a tire, which sat on its side and was covered by blankets, and a hammock, where his uncle, Donkey Kong, was waiting for him.
"What's up, DK? Do you wanna play some games?" Diddy asked, excitedly.
"Actually, Diddy, I have something else in mind," Donkey said, Diddy stared at him in confusion. What would Donkey want to do, anyway? The big ape gave him a stern look, not something Diddy was looking forward to.
"Starting tonight, you'll be doing some training. and as part of your training, I want you to guard the Banana Hoard. I'll relieve you at midnight."
"How am I supposed to do that?" Diddy asked, frowning. Donkey patted his head. "Don't worry, Little Buddy. it's just for one night."
Diddy took off his hat and scratched his head, "I dunno, DK...I'm not sure if this is a good idea."
"OK, listen," Donkey said, sounding a little more reassuring, "this'll be your first step into becoming a king like me. and if you do this, then tomorrow, we'll do whatever ya want."
"You're not lying, are you?" Diddy asked. Donkey shook his head, "No worries, Little Buddy. Like I said, you can stop at midnight."
"OK," Diddy said, smiling, "because I know I'll do a good job!" Diddy ran outside of the Tree house, Donkey tried to chase him. "Wait, you don't have to do it, right this minute!"
"What time should I start, then?" Diddy asked. Donkey grabbed the monkey by his shirt and climbed back up the latter. "You wanna eat first, don'cha?"
"I guess so," Diddy said, blushing slightly from embarrassment.
It was 10:59...almost an hour left. Rain was pouring down hard against the trees, flashes of light were seen, outside, accompanied by loud claps of thunder. The jungle was exposed to a thunder-storm. The animals were quick to find shelter, the only lights given out by the thunder-storm was from the thunder and the Tikis wandering the area.
The thunder made a loud gun-like noise, scaring some of the Tikis. They all scattered and hid behind a few bushes, shaking. Lizard-like shadows could be seen from the lightning, scaring the Tikis even more.
Meanwhile, Diddy was inside the Banana Hoard, he was shivering, not because it was cold, but because the thunder-storm was practically scaring him to death. He could go back inside his tree house, right now...but he wanted to endure the thunder-storm, especially if he wanted to impress his uncle.
A loud clap of thunder was heard from the storm, the monkey yelped and quickly hid behind a boulder. He took a deep breath, Calm down, Diddy...you can make it, just for tonight...
He heard a noise, it sounded like foot steps. He looked around, he noticed a crocodile coming in. The monkey stayed there, frightened. He remained hidden as he watched the lizard.
Kremlings, Diddy began to tremble, even more as he kept himself hidden behind the boulder, Why are there Kremlings here? And why now?
"All right, men! Nobody's around to stop us!" The Kremling yelled, known simply as a Kritter.
"Are you sure?" a chubby Kremling asked, known as Klump, "What if Donkey Kong had a trap set up?"
"Look around," The Kritter said, irritated, "do you really think a dumb ape like him would set up a trap?"
"You do make a good point," Klump said, nodding.
"Hey, guys? Can I come in now?" a new voice asked. Klump face-palmed, "Yes, Krusha...you can come in!"
A third Kremling came into the cave, he was a big, burly Kremling who seemed about as big as Donkey Kong. There was a brown parrot sitting on his shoulder.
Krusha blinked, innocently, "Why are we taking the bananas, anyway?"
"I'll tell you, later," The Kritter said, irritated, "But for now, we've got a head start before King K. Rool makes it to the island."
"All right, let's get going," Klump said as he began to make his way over to the bananas.
"STOP!"
Diddy came out from behind the boulder and stood in front of the bananas, "Y-you're not s'pose to be here, now get out!"
The Kremlings couldn't help but smile at the monkey. The Kritter chuckled, "Look at the cute little rat, I can see his knees shaking!"
Diddy tried to act brave, but it was true, he was trembling, badly. He may have been around Kremlings, plenty of times before, but this was the first time he's had to confront a Kremling on his own.
The Kritter shook his head, "Listen, kid...instead of staying out in this dingy cave, why don't you go to bed? That way you're safe and we get to keep the bananas."
"Yeah, right!" Diddy yelled, "You guys are nothin' but a bunch of thieving pirates, I'm not letting you near these bananas!"
"So you want to do this the hard way, huh?" the Kritter said, sounding more menacingly, "Well, don't think that just 'cause you're a kid it won't mean we'll go easy on you!"
The Kritter lunged forward, trying to attack Diddy. The monkey yelled as he jumped on the Kremling's head. He dashed passed Klump and tried to make his way out of the cave, This is bad, I need to get DK out here!
Before the monkey had time to react, the parrot flew in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. "Nice try, squirt!"
Krusha picked Diddy up by the shirt, the monkey was struggling to get free. "Aw, he looks like a little puppy."
"Good work" Kritter said, coming up to Diddy, the monkey practically had his tail between his legs. The monkey struggled out of Krusha's grip, only to get punched in the head by the Kremling. Diddy saw stars flying in front of his face before passing out.
"Oops," Krusha began to frown, "I didn't kill him...did I?"
"Oh, who cares," the parrot said, waving a wing, "Just put him some place where he won't bug us."
Krusha looked around, he found a lone barrel sitting in the Banana Hoard. He grabbed Diddy by the shirt and placed him inside the barrel, placing the lid on it to seal him in. Afterwards, Krusha threw the barrel into the bushes...Out of sight, out of mind.
One by one, the Kremlings came into the banana hoard and grabbing whatever they could before leaving with arms full of Bananas. At this rate, the Kremlings would make it into Monkey Mines by morning.
"Screech,"
The parrot looked over at the Kritter, raising an eyebrow.
"We need you to report to King K. Rool, tell him that we'll meet up on the other side of the island."
"Eh...how about I do it in the morning," Screech said, not really caring.
"As long as you get it done, soon." The Kritter scolded "K. Rool could easily cook you and turn you into dinner, y'know."
"Yeah, yeah," Screech said, rolling his eyes.
Meanwhile, Cranky was looking outside his window, watching as the Kremlings were taking off with the Bananas from the hoard. The old ape was furious. In a way, he knew something like this would happen.
DK, you numbskull...you just had to have things your way. Now look at what's happened thanks to your carelessness!
Update (1/17/2015) : Wow...this story's actually getting old, huh?
But anyway, I've gotten better in my writing. I don't plan on leaving the DK fandom, anytime soon (despite having to draw mostly Pikmin fanart, lately)
...And now that I think about it, Diddy's Kong-Quest might need to be rewritten, too. (I mean, Yeesh, I must've had a really bad potty mouth.).
But anyway, I'll be sure to fix this fanfic up, don't worry~!
FINAL NOTE (6/18/2015): I'm sorry, but I don't think I can really rewrite this anymore. I might write an entirely new version of DKC one day, hopefully the characters don't come off as super generic/OOC...but I don't really have the heart to delete this, so if you happen to like this, then feel free to read through it.
Anyways...Bye bye!
