So I MAY have decided to write another DKC fic. Only this time, I don't have to worry about things like bosses and such.

With that being said, there's some OCs involved with this. But with that said, let us begin.

He wasn't sure how he did it, but after tinkering with it for so long, Diddy was able to get his jetpack to work. It wasn't the exact same as the one that Cranky gave him. And at most, it was only good for gliding. But after so long, the young monkey was able to get it to fly.

"DK, watch this!" Diddy yelled as he continued to do somersaults in the air. His uncle, DK, was sitting outside on the porch of his treehouse. He had a glass of soda in his hand. One usually wouldn't think that he'd have to worry about Diddy getting hurt, especially since he'd been on so many adventures on his own. But even then, it didn't change the fact that Diddy was his kid, so it didn't make him any less nervous.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Little Buddy," DK said while taking a sip from his glass. "That thing could malfunction at any second."

...Of course, Diddy wasn't listening. He enjoyed flying, and he continued to do so until he started to feel a jerk coming from his jetpack. It began to jerk so much that it became unstable.

"Oh gees!" DK yelled as he threw the soda aside and dropped down from the treehouse while ignoring the shattering glass. Diddy screamed helplessly as he skyrocketed through the air. He grabbed onto a tree branch, but he wasn't able to hold on for too long.

DK ran after him as Diddy flew through the jungle and nearly hit some of the Kongs there. Eventually, he began to fly towards the beach. DK cringed in pain as he heard Diddy crashing into something. He hoped that his nephew didn't crash into Dixie's shack. As he made his way over to the beach, however, he just saw a group of Kongs standing around outside of said shack. The smallest one in the group looked at her sister with a defeated look. "Welp...Guess I'll have to go find him, huh?"

"All right, just be careful out there."

The younger Kong headed further into the beach, her long pigtails dragged across the sand. As she left, DK looked down at Dixie with a worried look. "I hope we haven't been causin' ya too much trouble."

"Not really," Dixie replied with a shrug. "I'm more worried that Diddy'll hurt himself with that jetpack of his. Remember when we barely got through that fire in the Bright Savannah?"

"Well...yeah," DK said weakly. "But the kid can't help it, flying's in his blood after all."

Dixie was going to ask him what he meant, but she decided against it. Besides, the only other Kong here that was known for his flying was Funky. And even then, he's not much of an adventurer.

"So have you seen any Kremlings around, lately?" DK asked. Dixie shook her head. "Nope, I haven't seen a single one."

"Still?" DK was curious. K. Rool hasn't really done anything to the Kongs lately...well, aside from joining that special fighting tournament and napping at DK's treehouse every once in a while. But for the past several days, K. Rool hasn't shown up at all. DK hated to admit it, but he was getting worried about him and Kremling Krew.

"...Do you think we should head on over to Crocodile Isle?"

"Are you serious?" Dixie asked with a deadpan expression. "What if they've set up a trap over there?"

"Hey, it's not like we haven't dealt with Kremlings before. I'm sure we could take on whatever they decide to throw at us."

Dixie sighed. "All right, but I don't wanna hear it when one of us gets captured!"

The Kongs made their way over to a nearby boat and began to make their way over to Crocodile Isle. Compared to Donkey Kong Island, Crocodile Isle was more of a ship or a fortress than an actual island. But it had been standing there for so long, it may as well be an island at this point.

Dixie's sister continued to make her way through the beach. Once in a while, she would come across crabs, clams, and many other sea creatures. Eventually, she found another route into the jungle. This route actually lead to the hot springs, which was closer to DK's treehouse than it was to the village.

Diddy was in one of the springs, along with a few fallen trees. For some reason, he looked like he was having trouble getting out. He winced whenever he tried to lift himself, Dixie's sister couldn't help but rush over to him.

"Gees, are you OK?"

"No...not really," Diddy replied. "You think you can help me out here, Tiny?"

Tiny knelt down and took a closer look at Diddy's arm, It didn't appear to be broken, but his wrist looked pretty swollen. She grabbed onto Diddy's good arm and helped to pull him out.

"Did you grab onto anything while flying?"

"Well I grabbed onto a branch at some point," Diddy said. "Next thing I knew, I was sitting here in the springs."

Tiny sighed. "Yeah, well...we're gonna have to wrap up that wrist of yours when we get you home."

The duo began to make their way through the jungle. As they walked, Tiny couldn't help but feel concerned about Diddy. He wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings, he was more focused on his wrist than anything else. Climbing the treehouse wasn't going to be easy, either. Tiny could climb the steps easily, though Diddy had some trouble getting up with only one arm.

"Do you need me to carry you?" Tiny asked.

"No, I think I got this," Diddy replied. It took him a little while, but he managed to make his way into the treehouse. She grabbed a first-aid kit and pulled out some bandages.

"You really seem to know what you're doing, huh?"

"Well, someone's gotta keep an eye on Dixie when you're not around," Tiny said proudly. "She used to get all kinds of scrapes and bruises when we were younger."

"I'd believe it," Diddy replied. Although Dixie has matured since she first got here, she still had her moments where she needed to explore.

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a sharp pain in his wrist and instinctively jerked his arm back. Tiny grabbed onto his arm as she wrapped the bandages around his wrist, "Hold still!"

Diddy rolled his eyes as he grabbed onto the side of the hammock. He tried to fight the urge to pull his arm back, but his wrist still hurt. Once Tiny was done, she stepped back. "What do you think? Too tight?"

"Er...I don't think so," Diddy said. "It just sorta hurts is all."

"Well don't use it too much, then," Tiny said as she walked over to a nearby tire to sit in. The tire was covered in pillows and blankets that were thrown around haphazardly.

"You know that's my bed, right?" Diddy asked.

"Well, at least it's not covered in banana peels," Tiny replied. Diddy lowered his eyelids as he looked over the mess on the floor, it was covered in banana peels. In fact, even DK's hammock had banana peels hanging off of it. The young monkey sighed as he stood up and started tossing the peels inside a nearby trash can. DK really needed to remember to pick up after himself.

Meanwhile, Tiny was looking around the treehouse with a curious expression. She could see that there were books, movies and games stacked neatly on one of the shelves. There were pictures hanging off the walls as well. Most of them were just pictures of DK and Diddy, though other pictures involved either DK's relatives or his girlfriend. One thing that caught Tiny's eye, however, was a group picture. In the photo was a younger version of DK, along with a couple of other young Kongs., One of the Kongs wore a yellow dress. She didn't have the eyebrow ridge like the others had, but she had a similar build to DK nonetheless.

"Say, Diddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Who's the girl DK's standing next to here?"

Diddy looked confused until he realized that Tiny was talking about one of the photos. "Oh, that's my mom!"

"Huh..." Tiny sat back down on the tire and crossed her legs. "I...never really put much thought into what your mom looked like...nor did I think she existed."

"Well...she was supposed to find me in a barrel." Diddy said as he tossed the last banana peel into the trash. "Someone killed her before she had the chance to find me, so DK took me in instead.

Tiny lowered her eyelids, she was pretty sure that wasn't how babies worked. "OK...but if she's your mom, how come she doesn't have a tail?"

"That's 'cause I got my tail from my dad," Diddy replied as he sat back down into the hammock. "DK told me he came from another tribe somewhere."

"So he wasn't a Kong?"

"Well...not at first. But he became a Kong once he decided to live here," Diddy replied. "All I know is that he was kind of a jerk, but he loved mom an awful lot...or so I've been told."

"That's it? You don't know anything else about him?"

"Not a clue," Diddy replied. "For all I know, he could've been a horse thief where he lived."

Tiny nodded in understanding. It was interesting to hear that Diddy HAD parents at some point, but who they were was probably none of her business. Besides, he's lived with DK his whole life. So who his father was probably didn't matter all that much to him.

Speaking of which, where was DK? Was he still at the beach with Dixie?

As the two Kongs made their way over to Crocodile Isle, the first thing they noticed was the lack of Kremlings. There were no Kritters, no Klumps...there weren't even any Klaptraps scuttling across the floor.

"What do you think happened out here?" Dixie asked.

"I dunno," DK replied. "It's like they all just...vanished."

"Huh..." Dixie took notice of something sitting along the metallic shore, near what was once home to K. Rool's pirate ship. There were airplanes here, they looked like they were in good condition too. At the very least, they didn't look like something Funky would've made...nor did they look like something that Diddy's friends would've driven.

"Do you think the Kremlings made these?" Dixie asked.

"No," DK said quietly," but I've seen these kinds of planes before..."

The big ape continued to think. He'd seen this plane before, somewhere...Funky had nothing to do with these ones...though come to think of it, Diddy's father had a plane similar to these ones, didn't he?

A thought finally crossed DK's mind, he grabbed onto Dixie's shirt and placed her onto his back. "Quick, we've gotta head to the throne room!"

"DK, wait!" Dixie yelled. Unfortunately, however. It didn't look like the big ape would listen. Both Kongs failed to notice someone poking her snout from inside of one of the planes...

When DK went inside the island, he noticed that there was not a single Kremling...but there WERE monkeys everywhere. Most of them looked startled more than they were angry, some even began whispering under their breath.

"Is that Junior?"

"No, that can't be him."

"Maybe that's his son?"

Dixie had a weary look on her face, something told her that she wasn't going to find anything pleasant out here. And once the Kongs reached the throne room, sitting on the throne was not K. Rool but another one of those monkeys. He had dark grey fur and long, white hair resembling a lion's mane. His bottom canines poked out of his mouth. He wasn't very big, and he probably stood up to DK's shoulders at most. But he still looked very intimidating nonetheless. Standing next to him was another monkey, she had light grey hair that was tied into a long braid. She had a bewildered look on her face.

"Is that you, DK?" asked the monkey, "My, you've gotten big."

"BREEZY!"

"Yes, sir!" The monkey said as she stiffened from fear. DK gave her a worried glance before moving his gaze over to the other monkey. "So why are you here?"

"Well...We WERE going to Donkey Kong Island, but that big fool Keith had nothing better to do than to just sit around and do nothing. So I figured that it would be as good of a time as any to take HIS island, too."

"So what did you do to the Kremlings?"

"Easy," the monkey said with a shrug. "I took them all back to MY island, my guards are watching the castle as we speak."

Dixie was lost, she looked down at DK with a confused look. "You know these guys?"

"They're-"

"Oh-ho...So the little girl CAN speak," said the monkey. "Tell me, is she yours?"

"I'm...watching her for a friend," DK replied. "And why do you care, anyway? It's not like you treat anybody with respect anyway!"

"Well, YOU were the ones that stole Osprey from me in the first place!" the monkey argued. "How IS Osprey doing, anyway? Does he miss us?"

"He's..." DK looked down, he couldn't bring himself to say it. Breezy had a horrified look on her face, but the monkey on the throne didn't seem to care. "Ah well, he'd still be alive if he didn't come to your island in the first place. But since YOU'RE still here, why don't you two stay for a bit?"

Before the Kongs had time to react, several monkeys ran into the room and pointed their spears towards them. They started guiding DK out of the throne room. Dixie hopped off and tried to escape, but another monkey managed to catch her. Breezy looked up at the monkey with a worried expression. "And what did you want us to do next, sir?"

"Well...once those Kongs are off this island, we'll be heading over to the other one and grabbing as many of the remaining Kongs as we can. And Breezy?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I don't want you to pull any tricks when we get there...do I make myself clear?"

Breezy nodded in understanding, yet she couldn't help but worry. She wished that there was a way to help get DK out of this mess. Perhaps Osprey's girlfriend was still there? Or rather his wife? Or his ex? Given how long it's been since she'd actually SEEN Osprey, she wasn't entirely sure.

Still, she couldn't just let this monkey take whatever he wanted. She just hoped that she could figure something out, soon.