Note: I know what a lot of you are thinking about the cast: Why is Krystal playing Ann Darrow? She grew up on a planet surrounded by dinosaurs, so it doesn't make sense that she's Ann. Why not Katt or Fara? Guys, it's fanfiction. You can pretty much write whatever is on your mind. I know, it doesn't feel right to make Krystal into the damsel in distress of King Kong, but the cast could have been weirder. Hell, I initially thought about making Fox or Panther into Kong, like I wanted to in the original version of the story. Also, sorry Falco fans if I didn't include him in the cast list. He plays the role of Charles Weston this time around, while he played the role of Bruce Baxter in Eighth Wonder of Corneria. Before we move on, I have something to say to someone who left a review (we are members of Star Fox Fleet on Facebook):

Yamagata: I really don't know how a Star Fox/Street Fighter crossover would work if I wrote it. I REALLY don't like Street Fighter (I always found Mortal Kombat better), so I don't think that I'm going to write a crossover between it and Star Fox. Sorry. However, I hope that you like this story and leave a review stating what you like and what you don't.

Okay, let's get on with the story.

Chapter 2: Setting Sail

The docks of Corneria City were quiet. Or they would have been quiet if not for a bird walking towards a ship that was parked at the docks. This bird was Falco Lombardi: a theatrical agent who was in his twenties. He was then noticed by the watchman: a Great Dane holding a lantern.

"Hey," Falco greeted, "is this the filming ship?"

"The Angel?" The watchman looked at him, "Yep."

Falco started to approach the gangway.

"You going on this crazy voyage?" The canine asked.

"What's crazy about it?" Falco stopped in his tracks.

"I dunno," the watchman stated, "but I hear everybody talkin' about this crazy feller that's running it."

"Wolf O'Donnell?" The avian agent asked.

"Guess that's the name." The watchman spoke, "They say he ain't scare of nothin'- if he wants a picture of a monster, he walks right up and tells it to look pleasant."

"He's a tough egg, all right." Falco said, "But why the talk about this voyage being crazy?"

"Well," the Great Dane stated, "there's talk around the docks about the cargo for one thing. And I never see a ship this size with such a crew."

"Not enough men to handle her?" Falco asked.

"Not enough!" The watchman said, "The crew's three times too big for the ship. I dunno where they find enough room to sleep."

"Hey, there! What do you want?" A voice called out from above deck.

The voice belonged to an orange fox with green eyes. This vulpine was the first mate himself: Fox McCloud.

"Wolf aboard?" Falco asked.

Fox came down the gangway and said, "Yes. Who are you?"

"I want to see him." The avian stated, "I'm Falco Lombardi, the agent."

"Come aboard." The vulpine said, "Wolf's getting wild. Hope you have some good news for him."

Inside a cabin, the infamous Wolf O'Donnell was speaking with the captain of the Angel: Peppy Hare.

"Well, Mr. O'Donnell," Captain Hare spoke, "you know the reasons for hurrying as well as I do. The insurance company has found out we're carrying explosives, and the Marshall will be aboard tomorrow or the next day."

"I suppose if we make a legal case of it," Wolf ventured, "we'll be tied up for months."

"With ship's articles falsified and ammunition enough to blow up the harbor?" Peppy said as he took a bomb out of a case on the floor, "And what do you think the Marshall will say to these new gas-bombs? According to you, one of them is powerful enough to knock out even the biggest men on Corneria."

"We've got to get to where we're going before the monsoon starts." The lupine filmmaker paced back and forth.

"You can trust me to get you through a blow," the hare stated, "I hope."

"Don't get sore, Skipper." The lupine said, "But you know what it means to hit the rainy season when we're making an outdoor picture. Months wasted, money gone, and nothing to show for it."

Peppy spoke, "But still, you always bring back a picture and everyone says, 'There is only one Wolf O'Donnell.'"

Fox and Falco walked into the cabin.

"Lombardi! I was just going ashore to ring you up." Wolf stated.

"If I'd known that," Falco said, "I'd have waited."

"Meet the Skipper." The lupine gestured towards Peppy and spoke to him, "This is Falco Lombardi, the theatrical agent."

Falco and Peppy shook hands.

"And this is Fox McCloud," Wolf gestured towards the vulpine, "the first mate."

Wolf felt that something was missing.

"Well," the lupine spoke, "where's the girl, Lombardi?"

"It can't be done, O'Donnell." Falco stated.

"What? It's got to be done." Wolf said.

Falco shook his head in silence.

"Look here, bird." The lupine stated, "The Cornerian Board of Filming and the Mays outfit have interfered with every girl I've tried to hire; now every agent in town has shut down on me. All but you. You know I'm square -"

"Everyone knows you're square, Wolf," Falco spoke, "but you've got a reputation for recklessness that can't be glossed over. And then, you're so secretive."

"I'll say so." Fox said.

"When even the Skipper and the mate don't know where they're going --" Captain Hare shrugged.

"There you are." The avian agent said, "I've got a conscience, O'Donnell. I can't send a young, pretty girl, such as you want, on a job like this without telling her what to expect."

"And what is she to expect?" Wolf asked.

"To go off for no one knows how long," Falco spoke, "to some place you won't even hint at, the only woman on a ship with the toughest mugs I ever looked at."

The men burst out laughing.

"I mean the crew." Falco chuckled.

"Good stars," Wolf snickered, "you'd think I never brought anybody back alive! The Skipper and McCloud have stuck by me on two trips. They seem healthy."

"Sure we're healthy." Fox said.

"But it's different taking a girl into danger." Peppy spoke.

"Oh," Wolf said, "I suppose there's no danger in Corneria City? Why, there's dozens of girls in the area tonight in more danger than they'd ever see with me."

"Sure." Fox dryly stated, "But they know that kind of danger."

"You never had a woman in your other movies," Falco ventured, "why do you want one in this?"

"Holy damn," Wolf exploded, "do you think I want to haul a woman along?"

"Then why - ?" The avian agent tried to speak.

"Because the public - bless 'em - must have a pretty face to look at." The lupine stated.

"Everybody likes romance." The bird stated.

"Isn't there any romance or adventure in the galaxy without a girl in it?" The filmmaker asked.

"Well," Peppy joked, "Wolf, why not make a picture in a monastery?"

Everyone burst out laughing again.

"It makes me sore." Wolf spoke, "I go out and sweat blood to make a swell picture, and then the exhibitors and critics all say, 'if this film had a love interest, it would gross twice as much.' All right, the public wants a girl, and this time I'll give 'em what they want."

"I don't know where you'll get her." Falco honestly said.

"Lombardi," the lupine said, "I've got to. We've got to sail on the morning tide - we've got to be out of here by daylight -"

"Why?" The agent asked.

"Well - there's a good reason." The filmmaker stated.

"Everything I hear makes me like this thing less." The bird said, "I'm glad I didn't get you a girl."

"You are, eh?" Wolf struggled into his overcoat, "Well, I'll show you. If you think I'm going up just because you can't find a girl with a backbone, I'm going to make the greatest film on Corneria, something that's never been seen or dreamed of. They'll have to invent some new adjectives when I come back."

"Where are you going?" Peppy asked.

"I'm going to bring back a girl for my picture -- if I have to marry one!" Wolf said before leaving the cabin.

Finding a girl for the movie was easier said than done, as some of the women Wolf saw were ugly. Disgusted, the lupine filmmaker turned around and went to another area where he would have found some more women. The place he went to was a shelter where a line of girls were waiting to enter. Not wanting to disturb them, the lupine left them alone. The search for a woman for his film was a long one. In fact, it would seem like the perfect girl would be in a different area.

Wolf went to a small store to buy cigarettes, seeing as his cigarette case was empty. The store also sold fruits, nuts, and candies, so anyone could come to it. As the filmmaker was buying what he needed, a young woman was approaching the fruit. This girl was a cobalt blue vixen with green eyes in a white dress. Before she could pick up one of the fruits, the owner, an owl, came out and grabbed her hand.

"Not so fast there," the shopkeeper scolded, "you're not taking anything, young lady!"

"I was going to pay for it," the vixen tried to free her hand as she spoke in her Estuary English accent, "I swear."

"That's what they all say." The owl stated.

"Leave her alone," Wolf said, "she didn't steal anything."

"He's right," the young woman spoke, "I wasn't going to steal anything."

"Here's a credit," the lupine handed a silver coin to the shopkeeper, "now forget about this."

Once the shopkeeper let go of the cobalt vixen, Wolf took her to a cafeteria. While they were there, the vixen had eaten a plate of food and drank a cup of coffee. She had satisfied her hunger, letting out a sigh of relief. Wolf watched her, thinking that she was perfect for the movie.

"Feeling better?" The lupine asked.

"Yes," the fox said, "thank you. You're very kind."

"Believe me," Wolf stated, "I'm not bothering with you out of the kindness in my heart."

The vixen's eyes widened, as she was fearing the worst.

"How come you're in this fix?" The filmmaker asked.

"Bad luck, I guess." The young woman spoke, "There are lots of girls just like me."

"There aren't such a lot who've got your looks." The lupine complimented.

The vixen laughed and said, "Oh, I can get by in good clothes. But when a girl gets too shabby --"

"No family?" Wolf asked.

"I'm supposed to have a sister somewhere." The fox stated.

"Ever do any acting?" The lupine asked.

"I used to do some jobs over at the White Rose sometimes." The vixen answered, "Once I got a real part. The studio is shut down now."

"What's your name?" The filmmaker spoke.

"Krystal Bodimead." The fox answered.

"Are you one of those city girls who screams at a mouse and faints at a snake?" Wolf asked.

"No, of course not." Krystal laughed, "I'm from Cerinia - or used to be."

"Listen, sister." Wolf said, "I've got a job for you. The costumes I've got on board will fit you. The Birdway shops will still be open. I'll get you some clothes for yourself. Come on."

"But what is it?" Krystal asked.

"It's money," the lupine said in excitement, "and adventure, and fame. It's the thrill of a lifetime. And a long sea-voyage that starts at six tomorrow morning."

"No!" The vixen said, "Wait, I can't - you must tell me - I do want the job so - I was starving - but I can't -"

"You got me wrong." The filmmaker stated, "This is business. I'm not a skirt-chaser."

"I only wanted to -" Krystal tried to speak.

"Sure." Wolf spoke, "Sure you did. I got excited. Listen, I'm Wolf O'Donnell. Ever hear of me?"

"Yes." Krystal said, "You make movies in exotic places."

"That's right." The filmmaker stated, "And I've picked you for the lead in my next picture. We sail at six."

"Where to?" The cobalt vixen asked.

"A long way from here." The lupine said, "Think, Krystal, a long voyage, easy living, the warm blue sea, moonlight on the water - isn't that better than going through Corneria City, trying to keep yourself from getting killed?"

Krystal nodded.

"I'm square, Little Blue." Wolf said, "And I'll be square with you. No funny business."

"What do I have to do?" Krystal asked.

"Trust me." The filmmaker looked at her, "And keep your chin up."

The two shook hands, ready for the adventure that was awaiting them.

The crew of the Angel were loading what they needed into the boat. Krystal watched them, intrigued by all of this. She had never been on a boat before, especially not one for a filming crew. The cobalt vixen was wearing the same dress she was wearing when she met Wolf, but she also had a loose coat on. All of a sudden, Fox came out. The first mate was barking orders at sailors.

"Carry that line aft!" Fox shouted, "Aft, you farmer! Back there!"

The vulpine swung his arm back, nearly hitting Krystal in the mouth. That was when he noticed the vixen.

"What are you doing here?" Fox asked.

"I just wanted to see." Krystal answered.

"Well, I'm sorry." The orange fox stated, "You're the girl Wolf found at the last minute, aren't you?"

"Yes." The cobalt vixen said, "I'm awfully excited. I've never been on a ship before."

"And I've never been on a ship with a woman before." The tod added.

"You don't think much of women on ships, do you?" The female asked.

"No." Fox said, "They don't mix."

"Am I in the way?" Krystal asked.

"Kind of." Fox answered, "Better stay in your cabin."

"What!" Krystal smiled, "The whole voyage!"

The vulpine hesitated and said, "Say, I didn't apologize very good for nearly hitting you. I could've broken your jaw."

The two foxes found themselves gazing at each other. They would have kept doing this if noises hadn't come from the boat.

"Well, we're off." Fox stated.

"We're off." Krystal said.

Six weeks had passed, and the crew hadn't reached their destination yet. Krystal was tying knots with the end of a rope, while the cook, Slippy Toad, was peeling potatoes.

"Slippy," Krystal asked, "how many potatoes do you suppose you peeled since we left Corneria City six weeks ago?"

"Too many." Slippy answered.

"Sailors eat an awful lot, don't they?" The cobalt vixen asked.

"All the time." The toad stated, "They never do fill up."

Krystal finished her knot and tugged at it, "There. That's fourteen knots. I've learned to tie."

"You'll be a sailor soon." Slippy said.

"I'd like to be a sailor." The vixen said, "Isn't the sea wonderful?"

"Yeah," the cook stated, "very pretty."

Fox walked out, with Slippy walking away.

"Hello, Krystal." The vulpine greeted.

"Hello, Fox." The vixen greeted back.

"Where have you been all morning?" Fox asked.

"Trying on costumes for Mr. O'Donnell." Krystal answered, "He's going to make some tests of me this afternoon, here on deck, when the light's right."

"Tests?" The tod asked, "Why?"

"To see which side of my face looks best - and all that." The vixen answered.

"Both sides look all right to me." The orange fox had a gruff tone in his voice.

Krystal laughed and said, "Yes, but you're not the movie director."

"If I was, you wouldn't be here." Fox said.

"Well, that's not a nice thing to say." The cobalt vixen stated.

"It's no place for a girl." The vulpine first mate said.

"I wish you wouldn't keep harping on that." She said, "It's very mean of you. Anybody'd think I'd been a lot of trouble?"

Fox grunted.

"I haven't!" Krystal was slightly angry, "You can't say I've been a lot of trouble."

Fox was silent.

"Have I?" Krystal asked.

"Sure you have." Fox answered.

"I don't see - well how?" The cobalt vixen asked.

"Just your being here's a trouble." The vulpine said.

"Oh dear," she mournfully said, "I thought everything was going too nicely."

Wiggling uncomfortably, Fox blurted out, "Aw, you're swell. Women can't help being a bother. I guess they're made that way."

His words didn't really cheer her up, but Krystal smiled.

"Well, anyhow," the vixen spoke, "I've had the happiest time of my life on this old ship."

"Why," Fox awkwardly said, "that's fine."

After a quick pause, he thought it over.

"Do you really mean that, Krys?" The vulpine asked.

"Of course." The cobalt vixen stated, "Everyone's so nice to me - Mr. O'Donnell and the Skipper - Don't you think the Skipper is a sweet old lamb?"

"I'd hate to have him hear me say so." Fox grinned.

Krystal laughed and picked up a monkey. The little creature cuddled down in her lap.

"Ignatz is nice to me too." The vixen said, "He likes me better than anyone else on board, don't you Iggy?"

Wolf approached them.

"Beauty and the Beast." The filmmaker said.

"Well, I never thought I was handsome, but -" Fox spoke before they burst into laughter.

"Go put on a costume, Krystal." Wolf said, "Light's good for those tests now."

"I won't be a minute, Mr. O'Donnell." Krystal said as she put Ignatz down and walked off.

"Beauty and the Beast." Wolf's voice was nearly loud.

"Wolf," Fox said, "I'm going to do some butting-in."

"What's your trouble, Pup?" The lupine asked.

"When do we find out where we're going?" The vulpine asked.

"Pretty soon now." The filmmaker smiled.

"Are you going to tell us what happens when we get there?" The first mate was curious.

"How can I?" Wolf spoke, "I'm no fortune-teller."

"But hang it," Fox stated, "you must have some idea what you're after."

"Going soft on me, Fox?" The lupine asked.

"You know I'm not for myself." The vulpine said, "But Krystal -"

"Oh, you've gone soft on her?" The filmmaker stated, "I've got enough on my hands without a love affair to complicate things. Better cut it out, Fox."

"Love affair?!" Fox sullenly said, "You think I'm going to fall for any dames?!"

"It never fails." Wolf was musing, "Some big tough guy sees a girl and bang! His tough attitude melts and he gets sappy."

"Who's getting sappy?" Fox was angry, "I haven't run out on you, have I?"

"Nope." The lupine filmmaker said, "You're a good tough guy, Pup. But, if beauty gets you -"

The lupine then paused before laughing, eventually saying, "Why, I'm going right into a theme song!"

"What do you mean?" The vulpine was sulking.

"It's the idea for my picture." Wolf stated, "The Beast was a tough guy, Fox. He could lick the world. But when he saw Beauty, she got him. He went soft, he forgot his wisdom, and the little guys beat him. Think it over, McCloud."

"Mr. O'Donnell," a sailor, a pigeon, came up to him, "the Skipper wants you to join him on the bridge. We've reached the position you marked, he says."

"Come on, Fox." The filmmaker said, "You're in on this. I'm going to tell you everything."

At the bridge, Fox, Wolf, and Peppy were looking at a chart.

"Here's your noon position." Peppy explained, "Two South, ninety East; you promised me some information when we reached these latitudes."

"And I have it." Wolf said as he pulled out two pieces of paper that formed a map, "That's the island we're looking for."

"Where do we go from here?" Fox eagerly asked.

"South-West." Wolf stated.

"That's crazy!" Peppy cried.

"It's how we'll get there." The filmmaker said, "Trust me, this map was made by a brilliant Skipper from Fortuna."

"What's even on the island?" Fox asked.

"A sandy shore that's the only possible landing place." Wolf said, "A wall even cuts the rest of the island off from access."

"A wall?" Peppy was surprised.

"It was built so that the people who live on the island can protect themselves from something they fear." The lupine stated.

"What is it?" The Captain was curious.

"Klotz," the filmmaker said, "a mythical beast who holds the island in the grip of deadly fear."

"And you expect to photograph it?" Peppy was skeptical.

"What if it doesn't want its picture taken?" Fox asked.

"Well, now you know why I brought those cases of gas bombs." Wolf said.

Out on the deck, filming had begun. Krystal had picked out her costume and was ready for Wolf to start.

"What shall I do?" The vixen asked.

"When I start cranking, hold it a minute, then turn slowly towards me. Look at me, look surprised, then smile a little, listen and then laugh. All right, camera." Wolf instructed.

Krystal did as she was told.

"Now -- look up." Wolf instructed as he started to film, "Slowly. You see nothing yet. Look higher. Still higher. That's it. Now you see it. You're amazed. You can't believe it. Your eyes open wider. It's horrible, but you can't look away. What is it, Krystal? What can you do? No chances for you, no escape. Helpless, Krystal, you're helpless. One chance -- if you can scream. Your throat's paralyzed. Try to scream, Krystal. Try. If you didn't see, perhaps you could scream. Throw your arms across your eyes, and scream, Krystal, scream for your life!"

The cobalt vixen followed his instructions. At the bridge, Fox and Peppy were watching them. Krystal's screams were floating.

"What's he think she's really going to see?" Fox asked.

All of a sudden, there was an awful lot of fog rushing over the Angel. This fog spelled out one thing: they were near the mysterious island.

Note: I'm sorry if I'm rushing through these chapters, I just want to get on with writing it. Like I said before, this is a parody of the original King Kong movie. I'm trying to make the parody as accurate to the actual movie as much as I can. However, it's a parody, so I can pretty much make the chapters as long as I want. What did you guys think about this chapter? Let me know when you leave a review or give a constructive criticism. Until next time guys, peace!