Tiny Kong was still walking. This time, she had the map in her hand to help her through her trails. Junior was still in her spaghetti strap top sitting comfortably and telling her K-Rool's evil plan. Tiny looked down at her map to see where she was. She was kinda lost because she couldn't read the map right. She kept twitching the map around to figure it out. Apparently, she was getting irritated.

Junior: Once his doomsday machine is activated by the power of the crystal coconut, it will start destroying everything on the island. Anything that gets in the way of the machine, turns evil.

Tiny: Evil? Is that what King K-Rool's planning to do with DK and the others?

Junior: Pretty much.

Tiny: Oh! I have to get there as soon as possible! They're counting on me!

Junior: Well, I figured that, but I must warn you. Walking to the Grey Mountains will take days if a monkey walks.

Tiny: Days? Oh no no. Days? By the time I get there, it'll already be too late. Kongo Bongo will fall under King K-Rool's leadership, and it will all be my fault.

Tiny Kong dropped her bag, and plopped her behind on the ground with her face planted into her hands.

Tiny: There's got to be a faster way to get there besides walking. I just have to think about it. What is the fastest way to travel.

Junior: What about vine-swinging? You monkeys go crazy for those kinds of things, don't ya?

Tiny: You expect me to swing on vines for days...nonstop? You're crazy. That will never work. I'll get too tired.

Junior: Or you can just run on all fours?

Tiny: I can't run on all fours. I don't even do that.

Junior: Why not? You're a chimpanzee.

Tiny: Look, let's not discuss that. I'm trying to find...

Junior: What?

Tiny: Funky's airplane.

Junior looked confused. He didn't understand what Tiny was trying to say.

Tiny: Oh, no...but his airplane...is broken...

Junior: Okay...can we both discuss what you are saying here?

Tiny: Just follow me, smarty pants.

Junior: Look who's talking...but in your case, you don't have any on anyway.

Tiny: Shut up, and come on.

Tiny Kong and Junior walked to Funky's place. Tiny walked over to his plane, and saw that the parts that fell off yesterday ended up being fixed. The plane looked brand new. Tiny Kong sighed a little.

Junior: We're going to ride this? King K-Rool's ship look better.

Tiny: This is all we got for now. Get in.

Junior: Sheesh. Who died, and made you boss?

Tiny Kong was getting agitated by Junior's smart remarks. She grabbed his tail, and threw him in the plane. Tiny Kong got in the pilot's seat, and cracked her knuckles. Tiny Kong was stuck with the buttons again. She couldn't remember which button was to turn the engine on. Tiny Kong scratched her head, and sat for a long time to think.

Junior: Um...what's the hold up?

Tiny: Um...I touched these buttons yesterday...I can't remember which one is the button I pressed to turn it on...unless it was this green button here.

Tiny Kong pushed the green button, and the plane started up. Tiny Kong smiled. The plane was a little shaky which caused Junior to hold on to his seat as tight as he could.

Junior: S-s-seems a l-l-little s-s-shaky...

Tiny: I-I-I know. Just hang on tight! We're about to take off!

Tiny Kong pushed the button to go. The plane's propellers rotated very fast, and the plane slowly moved down the runway. By the time the plane got to the runway, the plane's engine gave out.

Tiny: Uh-oh...

Back at the Kruiser, Krusha and the others were putting the Kongs in seperate cages so they won't work together to come up with a plan to stop King K-Rool. As each Kremlin take each Kong to a cage, Krusha checks off their names as if he's doing roll call. As they put the last Kong in, which was Bluster, they closed the door, and Krusha checked off his name. Something was wrong. Krusha looked at the list of names and saw the names have been checked, but not Tiny's name. He looked into the empty cage, and looked back down the list.

Krusha: Uh-oh.

Klump: Come on, Krusha. King K-Rool is waiting on the report with the Kongs.

Krusha: Uh...general? We're missing a monkey.

Klump: What? Missing a monkey? Impossible. We got all of them. You better check that list again, Krusha.

Krusha: But, I did.

Klump: Who are we missing?

Krusha: Tiny Kong...

Klump: Tiny Kong? She should be in there!

Krusha: I'm afraid...not.

Klump: Oh, no, Krusha. Do you realize what this means?

Krusha: Uhh...It means that we have to turn the ship around and go get her back.

Klump: No! Plus, we are halfway there to the Grey Mountains. It means that this will foil the King's plan. We can't let him find out about this.

K-Rool: Find out about what?

Klump: D'ah! King K-Rool, sir. My, your scales look fine today...I need to start...uh...complimenting you...

K-Rool: Find out about what? What's going on here? And you better tell me things are going well according to plan, Klump!

Klump: Wish I could, sir. But...uh...we have some bad news to tell you...it's not easy to say knowing that you might toss us off this ship. The thing is...is..uh...one of the...uh...

K-Rool: …. Well?

Krusha: Tiny Kong's missing.

K-Rool: ….What?

Klump: Yeah. That's what I was trying to tell you...

K-Rool: I thought I told you knuckle-headed crocs to get all of the Kongs! It helps me if you STOP SCREWING UP!

Klump: I thought we have! That big net should have scooped them all up!

K-Rool: That means that this monkey would make an attempt to save her friends, and destroy everything I worked hard on! That's why I wanted all the Kongs, you idiots! That way, I don't have to deal with them getting in the way!

Krusha: Sorry, sir.

K-Rool rushed to Kritter, who was working with the control panels.

K-Rool: Kritter! We have a little mishap!

Kritter: What is it, sir?

K-Rool: I want you to get everyone of the Kremling troops, and have them do everything they can to stop that monkey Tiny Kong!

King K-Rool pressed a blue button, and it brought Tiny's picture up.

K-Rool: I want you to use the cameras to locate that missing link, Tiny Kong. And once you do, send out the troops, and make sure they take their positions around the island. The key thing is do not let that monkey follow this ship! I want her...vanished! (maniacal laughter)

Dixie: (gasp)