Donkey Kong, Diddy Kong, Dixie Kong, etc.. are (c) to Nintendo. All other characters are (c) to me. As you can probably tell, I liked DKC2, alot. So I decided to write an adaptation. I'm keeping it pirate styled.. So yeah, It's Kaptain K. Rool.

Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy Kong's Quest

By: Dr. Sipp

Prologue

Kaptain K. Rool massaged his temples, trying desperately to ward off an incoming headache. No such luck.

"Cap'n! Cap'n!"

The irate crocodile glanced up from his desk, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"What?"

Klump saluted briefly.

"We're approaching mainland, sah!"

K. Rool's face brightened.

"Excellent. Prepare to dock, and enter Crystal Caves. Do we have the prisoner?"

Klump nodded, pointing to a silent Donkey Kong, who was heavily restrained, and glaring daggers at his arch-nemesis.

"Ah... Donkey." The massive reptile approached the unhappy ape.

"Let me go, K. Rool," D.K. growled, eyes narrowed.

The Captain's response was a mere chuckle.

"You, my friend," he crooned, "Are going to help me obtain the treasure of Crystal Caves."

"I'll never help you, scum," Donkey's tone proposed bravado.

"You don't have a choi-" Before he could even finish his sentence, the ship gave a nerve-shattering jolt, and both occupants were hurled across the room. It didn't do anything to help Donkey Kong break free, but he struggled against his bonds all the same.

"KLUMP!" K. Rool thundered, snappish once more. The unfortunate Kremling bustled into the room.

"Sir.."

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Klump swallowed hard, "It appears we've crashed the Gangplank Galleon, sah."

"WHAT?!"

"Into the rocks.. sir.."

K. Rool seized the trembling lackey by his neck, raising him high into air, "Have it repaired immediately."

Klump was stuttering now.

"Y-yes, s-sir."

"How long will the process take?" He discarded the smaller reptile, who dropped onto the ground.

"A few weeks, sir."

"Very well. Take our prisoner and follow me."

Klump did as he was bid, and they docked. The march to Crystal Caves was silent.

"Are we there?"

"What do you think, numbskull?"

The walk, ended abruptly, as K. Rool jolted to a stop, in front of what seemed to be a wall, coated with diamonds. In the middle, a hollow hole, in the shape of a hand, even larger than his own, scaly one.
Without a second thought, we grabbed Donkey Kong's, and thrust it into the hole. It didn't fit.
Kaptain K. Rool cursed.

"It must be one of the other Kongs.." Klump ceded. He knew what his master was after. In Crystal Caves, a treasure that could supply the entire crew with unspeakable wealth. However, only one of the Kongs, a chosen one, you might say, held the hand shape that was the password.
Klump then winced, awaiting the bellow of rage from the Captain that would follow.
It never came.
Instead, the crocodile was grinning slyly.

"I think I know who the Chosen Kong may be.. that little brat.. Donkey's sidekick."

Klump's expression transformed to one of curiosity.

"Oh?"

"We shall hold Donkey Kong hostage and steal their bananas .. to lure that twerp.. Dudley..."

"Diddy," Klump corrected.

"Whatever."

"Come with me."

And then they were gone.

****

"Why hasn't Donkey shown up?"

It wasn't like DK to miss a big lunch; especially when the deserts consisted of banana bread.

"The lazy, good for nothing ape is probably sleeping," Cranky snorted.

"Why don't we go pay him a visit?"

They brandished some snacks, and made there was over to Donkey Kong's tree house.
They were shocked at what they found.

Donkey Kong's tree house was a mess; broken furniture was everywhere. From the looks of it, there had been a big struggle. Most likely with Kremlings.

"Look!" Dixie flashed something.

"A note!" It was a piece of parchment, with messy handwriting scribbled all over it.

She held it up for all to see, and cleared her throat:

"Ye scurvy landlubbers,
I've kidnapped that lumbering fool Donkey Kong, and you will never see him again.
Har-har-har-har!
-Kaptain K. Rool"

Silence reigned.
Finally, Wrinkly Kong, Cranky's wife, spoke up:

"We can't just leave the poor boy to die."

Feeling courage well up inside of him, Diddy cried out,

"Of course not! We're going to go save him!"

The group exchanged quizzical looks.

"But who?"

"Count me out," Cranky's tone was dry, "I ain't rescuing that flea-bitten, good-for-noth-"

"Cranky!" his wife chided him, quieting him, "Enough."

"I can go," Diddy put in, gaining the undivided attention of the rest of the Kong clan, "I went on adventure with Donkey before."

Wrinkly frowned, concerned.

"Are you sure, dear?"

"Of course."

"You?" Cranky chortled, "You think you can fight off the entire Kremling army on you own, twerp? HA!"

"He's not going alone," Dixie Kong, his girlfriend, interjected, "I'm going with him."

Diddy's eyes widened.

"Dixie! No!"

"I'm going," her face was etched with determination, "And you can't stop me. So don't even try. You can't go alone."

Seeing it was no use to argue with the strong-willed chimp, Diddy sighed in resignation.

"All right, let's get ready."

"Tell you what," Wrinkly smiled, "We'll all pitch in to give you a hand. Funky can lend you his plane, Cranky can give you pointers and advice. As for me, I'm a teacher in Kremling area, so you can pay me a visit, and I can tell you all I know about each section, and provide you with a safe haven to rest."

"Thanks."

"Now go get ready, dears."

The pair needed no further bidding, they scampered off to their respectful homes, stuffed essentials in their back-pack, and set off, eager for an adventure, and determined to save their friend.

If they only knew of the danger that waited them...

End of Prologue.

Look, isn't it a shiny prologue? I'm sorry it's so short. Each chapter will be a world. Next up, is Gangplank Galleon.
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