~CHAPTER 2~
Diddy slowly got up and shook the sand out of his fur. "Yeah, um, the orange grenades kind of all went off at once instead of one at a time, so the Jet Pack didn't really work. Say, where's Candy?" Donkey Kong burst into tears at that.
Dixie looked confused. "Did we miss something?"
Lanky nodded. "First of all, K. Rool has a terrible sickness that will probably end up being fatal. And Candy broke up with Donkey Kong."
Diddy gasped. "Oh, Donkey I'm so sorry!" He ran over to comfort his heartbroken uncle.
Suddenly, Tiny realized Chunky was missing. "Has anyone seen Chunky?" Everyone shook their heads. Suddenly Tiny felt worried. She quickly ran off the beach and into the jungle area where Donkey Kong's house was. She looked around, then spotted Chunky sitting at a little pond nearby. She slowly walked up to him and sat next to her cousin.
"Is something wrong, Chunky?" She asked quietly.
He bit his lip, then said, "I...I just couldn't watch you all celebrating like that...it kind of made me feel...sick." Tiny was puzzled.
"What do you mean?" Chunky sighed. How he felt would be heard to explain. Maybe it would be better if he just stayed quiet. "Chunky...come on, we're cousins, and best friends. You can tell what's on your mind. I promise I won't laugh at you." Tiny said reassuringly.
Chunky took a deep breath and began, "Well, don't you think that celebrating someone else's death is a little...low, for a Kong?"
"Huh?" Tiny said.
"I mean, isn't celebrating someone else's death something you'd picture a villain doing? I thought we were the heroes, and heroes help anyone in trouble, right?"
Tiny gasped. "Chunky, don't tell me you feel sorry for K. Rool? Are you crazy? How can you feel sorry for a Kremling?" Chunky didn't respond. "Kremlings and Kongs have never been friends! You know why?" Chunky lifted his head.
"Why not?" He said rather angrily. Tiny was surprised. Chunky almost never got angry.
"Because you can't trust a Kremling! They're liars and thieves! You know that, Chunky!" Tiny said vehemently. Suddenly she calmed down. "I'm sorry, Chunky. I didn't mean to snap at you. But I think you need to go to a doctor and get your head checked." She stood up and walked away, shaking her head. She knew Chunky was a sweet guy, but...feeling sorry for a Kremling? Something had to be wrong with him.
Chunky stared at the horizon. The sun was setting, casting a reddish-orange glow over everything. Tiny, my own cousin, thinks I'm crazy. The other Kongs will probably think the same thing. he thought sadly. Sure, K. Rool's been a bully, but...he never actually tried to kill us. His minions give us some bruises or knock us out for a while, but if he wanted to kill us, he would have by now, when he had most of us captured. I...I just can't stand by while someone else is dying. It doesn't matter who it is. Chunky had made up his mind. One way or another, he was going to try to save K. Rool.
But what should I do? Well, maybe there's some kind of medicine to cure Kremling Kough. But I'd have to find out what it is and where to find it. Maybe it'd say in a library or something... Chunky thought hard to try and remember if there was a library somewhere. Then he gasped in horror as he realized there was a library. In a castle. In Creepy Castle, one of Chunky's least favorite places in the world. "I guess I have to go to Creepy Castle..." He murmured.
What he didn't realize was that Tiny was hiding in a bush nearby, watching him.