And here we are with our second chapter...once again, this is chapter is primarily based off the manual with a few tweaks here and there.

It was another warm day on the island, and Diddy had just woken up from his tire. He looked over at DK's hammock, the big ape didn't appear to be around today. His guess was that he might've fallen asleep at the beach...Especially given how lazy DK was at times.

Diddy stretched, he began to dress himself before heading out. He would always wear the same red hat and the same red shirt before taking off. Although admittedly, his shirts were starting to get smaller on him. Nonetheless, he made his way outside and started walking through the village. While he didn't like to bother DK while he was relaxing, he knew Cranky would go crazy if he saw him lying around. But surprisingly, as soon as Diddy made it over to the beach, DK was nowhere to be found. He could see footprints heading into the water, but they weren't primate footprints. Perhaps DK found some Kremlings last night and scared him off? But if that were the case, then he would've been back to the treehouse last night.

...Well, since he was at the beach, he may as well ask if Dixie had seen anything. He ran along the shore until he reached a lone shack with sand piles in front of it, he had to assume that one of Dixie's cousins was trying to build sand castles again. Dixie came out of the shack and started shaking out her fur. She looked as if she had just woken up, Diddy walked over to the ape with a concerned look on his face. "Hey, Dixie?"

"Oh!" Dixie faced Diddy with a surprised look on her face. "Hiya, Diddy. I wasn't expecting to find you here so early."

"Y-yeah," Diddy started to blush as he rubbed the back of his head. "Anyway, I was gonna ask if you've seen DK anywhere."

"You mean he's not back at the treehouse?"

Diddy shook his head. "I thought he would've been out here still."

"Well, maybe he's hanging around with Funky?"

"I don't think so," Diddy replied. "Because Funky would've been awake by now if that were the case."

Dixie went silent, she thought for a moment until an idea popped into her head. "Well...besides Funky, maybe he's talking to Cranky?"

Diddy sighed, he wasn't exactly on good terms with Cranky. But besides Funky, he didn't have any other options. And besides, if Cranky hasn't seen anything, then maybe Wrinkly has?

"All right, I'll go ask Cranky if he's seen anything," Diddy replied. "I'll talk to you later, OK?"

"OK," Dixie said. "I'll see ya later."

While Dixie grabbed a nearby fishing rod and headed towards the ocean, Diddy began to head back to the village. Surely, DK had to be around there somewhere. For all he knew, the big guy was probably bragging about beating up those Kremlings.

It was almost noon, Diddy had made his way over to Cranky's Cabin. He knocked on the door, and as expected, his great-grandfather opened it and gave him a bitter look. "Well, now...I wasn't expecting DK to send YOU over today."

"Actually, DK wasn't the one who sent me," Diddy replied. "I thought that he was out here with you guys."

"Ugh..." Cranky placed a hand over his face. "Don't tell me he's still sleeping at the beach!"

Diddy shook his head. "I checked earlier, he's not there."

Cranky huffed stubbornly, he grabbed his cane before he started heading out. "I'm gonna go find him myself, you stay put until I come back!"

Diddy rolled his eyes. Since he wasn't going anywhere, he decided to enter the cabin. There, he saw Wrinkly sitting on the couch. She was knitting what looked like a red shirt with yellow stars on it.

"It that you, Diddy?" Wrinkly asked upon seeing one of her favorite relatives. "Come on in!"

"OK," Diddy said as he sat on the couch next to her. "You haven't seen DK around, have you?"

"I'm afraid not, my dear," Wrinkly said. "Have you checked the beach?"

Diddy nodded. "Yeah...but he's not there, either," The monkey sighed as he put his head in his hands. "I know it's not that weird for DK to take off on his own, but this time it just feels...off."

"Oh, I'm sure DK will turn up, eventually," Wrinkly said. "Besides, he couldn't have gotten too far."

"Yeah...I suppose you're right." Diddy replied. For all he knew, he could just be overreacting. He looked at Wrinkly with a curious gaze, "What are you making by the way?"

Wrinkly smiled. "Well...since you're getting too big for your clothes, I figured that it would be time to make you some new ones."

"...Am I seriously that big?" Diddy asked, unsure whether to take it as a compliment or not.

"Well...yes," Wrinkly said bluntly. "But it's not the way you're thinking of."

"Then what is it?"

"It's uh..." Wrinkly thought about her words carefully, she wanted to make sure she wasn't hurting his feelings in any way. "It's...been about five months since you turned 9, and already you've grown up so much since then."

"...You really think so?" Diddy asked, excitedly.

"I know so," Wrinkly said as she finished her knitting. "Not only have you changed since your adventure with DK, but you've also grown more social since Dixie moved here. From the looks of it, you'll become a great king in no time."

Finally, Wrinkly handed the shirt over to Diddy. The young monkey looked it over before putting it on. The shirt was a little big, but he didn't mind at all. In fact, he thought the stars on his shirt suited him.

"So...how long do you think it'll take for Cranky to come back?" Diddy asked.

"It shouldn't take too long," Wrinkly replied. "For all I know, he's probably found DK by now."

Meanwhile, Cranky was searching through beach. DK's chair was still here, but that was all that he could find. At this point, he was tempted to check the treehouse to see if DK was there. While Cranky searched, a green parrot landed onto his head.

"What are you up to, Cranky?" asked the parrot, Squawks. Cranky grumbled as he scratched his head, "I'm trying to look for DK. Apparently, nobody's seen him since yesterday."

"Well that's unfortunate," Squawks replied. "But, um...have you noticed the footprints heading towards the ocean?"

"What about 'em?"

"Well, don't you find that a little fishy?"

Cranky frowned, he began to stroke his beard. "Now that you mention it..."

"Ahoy there!"

Squawks rapidly flapped his wings as another parrot flew down and landed on the beach chair. It was a fat parrot with brown feathers. If one didn't know any better, they would say he resembled a vulture. He had a letter tucked under his claws.

"What do you want!?" Cranky yelled. "Can't you see we're busy here?"

"Oh, I'm sure you're VERY busy," the parrot replied. "In fact, I'd imagine you're too busy looking for your grandson."

"I've got no time for-" Cranky stopped himself, he looked down at the parrot. "What did you just say?"

"I thought that might catch your attention," The parrot replied, smirking. "I COULD tell you where he is, but King K. Rool...or rather, Kaptain K. Rool wouldn't want me meddling with you flea bags."

Cranky growled in frustration as he grabbed the bird's neck. "Listen here, you pathetic turkey! You'd better tell me where DK is or I'll feed you to the Tikis!"

"Well aren't YOU impatient?" the parrot said while lifting one of his claws. "Here's your letter, it should tell you where he is!"

Cranky took the letter as he let the parrot fly off, he began to read through it.

To those flea-bitten primates.

I have kidnapped that lumbering fool DK, and unless you surrender your island to me, you will never see him again!

And if you refuse to cooperate, then we'll have no choice to execute him. Not only that, we'll come over and execute that pipsqueak as well!

So what will it be, Kongs? Your island? Or your ruler? Either way, I'll be waiting.

- Kaptain Keith Rool.

Cranky felt his heart sink, he couldn't believe what he was reading. Just yesterday, he told DK about the Kremlings. He made it look as if he didn't care if his grandson got attacked by Kremlings, and now those same Kremlings are holding him hostage.

"W-what have I done?"

"Hey, are you OK?"

Cranky looked up at the parrot on his head, he spoke in a quiet, yet worried tone. "Squawks, I need you to gather every Kong you can find and bring them here."

Squawks tilted his head. He could tell the situation was serious, but he knew it was best not to question it for now. He flew off of Cranky's head and started flying towards Dixie's shack. While Squawks was gone, Cranky sat down on the beach chair. He hadn't felt these types of feelings since he lost his son and granddaughter. And with DK and Diddy's lives at stake, he just didn't know what to do.

Within an hour, the beach was full of Kongs. Dixie's family sat up front, along with Funky, Diddy, and Wrinkly. Many of the other Kongs sat along the beach, most of them were asking each other what was going on. Finally, Cranky sat up from his spot and hit his cane against the chair. He gained everyone's attention.

"Listen up, everyone!" Cranky said, "There's something important I need to tell you all."

"S-so were you able to find DK?" Diddy asked. Cranky gave him a stern yet concerned look, causing the monkey to back away.

"Now then," Cranky continued. "From what Diddy has told me, he hasn't seen DK since yesterday. He's checked the beach, but there was no sign of him. That's where I came in. I looked around the beach myself, and...well...To put a long story short, K. Rool's parrot handed me this letter, which means that DK's been taken hostage on Crocodile Isle. So unless we give up our island, K. Rool will kill him for sure!"

Diddy turned pale as the Kongs behind him started to talk. Many of them looked hopeless, it was as if they had no choice but to comply to K. Rool's wishes. And of course, he couldn't exactly blame them. Still, he couldn't help but ask.

"Why can't we all go rescue him?"

"Because K. Rool would kill you too if we headed over there!" Cranky replied. Diddy scowled, his tail moved like an angry cat's tail. "So if you're not gonna go rescue him, then I'll do it myself!"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" Cranky yelled, "DO YOU WANT TO END UP LIKE YOUR PARENTS!?"

Diddy replied with a shrug. "If those Kremlings are gonna kill me anyway, then the least I can do is try."

"You don't understand, dude!" Funky said in an unusually stern voice. "Crocodile Isle is NOTHING like our island, everything could kill you if you're not careful...and I mean EVERYTHING!"

"And I'd hate to imagine what K. Rool would do to you over there," Wrinkly added. "He makes even the toughest Kremlings look harmless."

Diddy began to look discouraged. He wanted to save DK, he really did. But from the looks of it, saving him would be impossible.

"Wait, isn't Diddy supposed to be the king right now?" asked Dixie as she stepped in. Cranky glared at the young ape in front of him. "And what would an outsider like YOU know what a king is?"

"Well...if anything were to happen to DK, then that would make Diddy the king of this island...right?"

Cranky grumbled as he looked away from Dixie. "I know he's supposed to be the king...But even then, I'm not going to let him endanger himself out there...Especially not all by himself!"

"But what if he's not," Dixie asked, smiling mischievously. Most of the Kongs stared at her like she was crazy, Diddy walked over to her with a frightened look on his face. "Don't tell me that you're plannin' on coming with me!"

"Why? Are you scared?" Dixie teased, causing Diddy to blush. "N-no, but-"

"Then don't argue! If you're going out there, I'm coming with you!"

Diddy went silent as the other Kongs began to speak. Most of them sounded concerned over whether or not it would be a good idea to send Diddy over to Crocodile Isle. In fact, many of them sounded just as hopeless as they did beforehand. But if these Kongs wanted to continue to live on the island, then they had no other choice.

"Fine then!" Cranky said, bitterly. "Wrinkly and I will meet you on Crocodile Isle island first-thing tomorrow. So if there's anything that you need to do for whatever reason, do it now!"

"Don't worry, Cranky...I won't let you down!" Diddy said proudly.

He wasn't sure why, but he was more excited to go on this adventure then he was scared. If anything, he saw it as a way to prove to the other Kongs how strong he could be. And with Dixie around to help, he was going to save DK no matter what.

...So a couple of things I should mention.

1. I know that Diddy's sprite didn't change much after DKC. But even then, I figured I'd mention how he got the shirt in the first place.

2. Some time after K. Rool got confirmed for Smash, I believe Gregg Mayles (one of the Rare employees) mentioned how the "K" doesn't really stand for anything. I went with Keith here...But for all I know, the "K" could just stand for Potassium. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯