"Where is my arm?" asked DK. He looked down and, lo, it was missing in action.
Diddy pondered the disappearance of ape limb. He scratched his beard with ferocious grace. "I can see nothing of the value. This is definitely a definitive, DK," he said creakily to his Big Buddy.
DK shot a great big single tear from his left duct. The tear struck the front door of Bluster's Barrel Factory.
"Hello, who is at my door?" asked the rich man as he stepped soft toe outside. He gazed at the extravagant tear-stain on his front door. "My mother will now slay me for this heinous crime!" he gasped.
Diddy snickered at the thought of Bluster getting a foul whoopin'. He then dug into his handbag and took out a wad of dollar bills. He licked them in dedicated assurance and then paid Cranky for a spoonful of coconut-flavoured honey.
The honey was madly sticky and served as an alternative to bee pollen.
A lilac sprouted in DK's tie. DK took shears and snipped the lilac.
The petals were purple, lacking banana peels, but still more wholesome than the time Sonic shot Tails with a patented Squidward Gun.
"The Squidward Gun though..." breathed Funky as he used his radical magnifying glass to espy the true meaning of the soul. "Donkey Dude, you are riding some serious negative waves..."
"But you are in luck," said Diddy, trudging over with a sack full of peanut butter. He laid the creamy spread upon DK's tie, using a knife accurately as if he had just thrown a raisin into the mix.
"How does it feel knowing the tribulations are medium rare?" asked Cranky. He tapped his cane on Bluster's door.
"My mother is slaying me!" said Bluster, his head rolled into view. It had been detached because of brutally mad mothers.
DK grumped with grouchy lips. "Bluster! Put that head back on a wise set of shoulders!"
Bluster obeyed and put his head onto Cranky's shoulders because Cranky was older and wiser than a two-pack of tuna.
Diddy stirred the marmalade a little more gently. "So, where is you?"
Bluster thought for a moment and then looked down at Cranky's elderly life. "I am Bluster and your Knuckles are under arrest!"
DK broke out the banana faith at an exponential rate. "Let me do this..."
FWIP!
"With my Squidward Gun!"
The Squidward Gun shot and struck the Kremling secret base.
K. Rool heard the gunshots and ran outside with his socks on backwards. He hated ruckus and other ugly noises.
Klump and Krusha were busy clumping and crushing. They didn't hear the guns, but they did have knowledge about the newest cars in the lot.
That's exactly when the cars got bumpin' out with the swaggest steez. They did the honk-honk and vroom-vroom like a Yusei Fudo from the critically-acclaimed card game. It was worth the trade and worth the glade.
DK unsheathed his toothbrush and swiped at each individual pearly white until they were bullseye bright. The shiny teeth and him were twinkly, just like the stars in space.
"The mirror!" cried K. Rool as the glint of DK's ridiculously righteous chompers shot into his bloodshot eyeball and further bloodshotted it. It got huge, huger, HUGEST! It was like Hugh Neutron on the prowl, hungry like the duck.
"Man, I love Duran Duran..." sighed Diddy as he poured some gravy into the tank. The car did ultimate vroom-vroom this time. It whistled and shot a musical note right into K. Rool's sacred ear.
The royal reptile screamed again and oopsed many a plant. His knees were weak, arms in a spaghetti parlor.
DK thrust his Squidward Gun down upon his horrid nemesis and pulled the trigger. "This is my Banana Slamma to end all Banana Slammas!"
As the trigger was pulled and the shoot was shot, K. Rool's crown fell from his head. It landed upon Bluster's head. He turned to Cranky. "So, now we are two princes."
"Kneel before you," said Cranky.
"That's what I said now," replied Bluster, adjusting the crown as he flicked his tongue elegantly in the whirlwinds.