The Chronicles of Srevermore Part Three Written By: Shayn Davis

“Hey!” a small faraway voice called. He had no idea where it was coming from, but he hoped close. The things were getting closer to him now, and he could see them looking down at him from the craggy slopes of the surrounding cliffs. He could smell them, like rot and grease, the smell turned his stomach almost as much as the fear did. The beating of their feet upon the mud echoed throughout the canyon and it was speeding up. Closer....closer

“WAKE UP!” Diddy screamed  to the sweating and screaming Donkey Kong.

“Ahhhhh! Whoa!” Donkey had abruptly stopped screaming in his sleep, mainly because he had just woke up.  “What happened?” he asked Diddy.

“How should I know? One second you were sleeping, the next you were screaming at the top of your lungs, that must of been some kind of nightmare...”

“Yeah... I guess so...” Donkey Kong said. He didn’t even remember it now, but he was glad he didn’t. The sun had probably been up for an hour or two now, and Donkey Kong needed to go about today’s business. That being eating bananas, relaxing, visiting Candy, and generally loafing around.

“So, what are you gonna’ do today, Diddy?” DK asked, eager to change the subject.

“Well, Cranky sent Squawks over here and said he needed to see us about something, that’s why I came over here...”

“I wonder what he wants...”

“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out...”

“Well, let’s go...” DK said as he stood up out of the hammock.

            Neither one of them really wanted to go to Cranky’s house, but, if he wanted to see them it was probably important. Diddy followed DK as he climbed down the ladder from the tree house in the large, open field. Not so far in the distance was the beach, where most of the Kongs lived, but, Cranky (who disliked most of them) chose to live fairly deep in the jungle.

“Do you have any idea what he wants?” DK asked Diddy

“No, Squawks just said he needed to see us...”

“That’s pretty weird.”

“Yeah, Squaks said he needed to get back to Cranky, and he just flew off before I could ask him anything else.”

“Huh...” Donkey Kong mumbled a little but the rest of the trip to the Jungle was spent in relative   silence. As the Jungle loomed in the distance, and the smell of the sea air slowly faded away the pair could hear a faint rumbling noise.

“Whats that?”  

“I’m not sure, but I don’t like the sound of it...” Diddy said

DK and Diddy looked at each other for a moment before trees in the distance could be heard crashing to the forest floor. A grey mass of something could be seen charging towards them with a huge cloud of dust billowing up behind it.

Is that...Hey it is! It’s Rambi!” DK exclaimed, but Rambi was still running and the gap between them would soon be closed.

“Hey! Stop!” Donkey Kong and Diddy shouted in unison, the cloud seemed shrank and Rambi slowed down just in time.

“Guys get on!” Rambi yelled.

“What’s the rush?” Diddy asked

“I’ll explain on the way, c’mon.”  

            In a few minutes they were on a rampage threw the Jungle towards Cranky’s.

“So whats the problem?” DK questioned Rambi

“He’s seen something threw his telescope and he needs you guys to come and help him or something.”

“What did he see?”

“He wouldn’t say...”

“Hmmm....”

About fifteen minutes later, Cranky’s house loomed in the distance and Rambi slowed down.

He came to a halt at the side of the house and they DK and Diddy thanked him, and went inside.       

“I thought you dumb monkey’s would never get here.” Cranky said “Now take a gander though this here telescope.” They did take a look and what they saw was a warship, with the unmistakable insignia of King K. Rool.

“Now get out there and see what them Kremlings are up too!” He shouted at DK and Diddy.

“Okay Cranky!” Diddy shouted and they were out the door.

            DK and Diddy set out, then through the jungle, seeing everything looked normal. They arrived at the shoreline, seeing the ship, getting closer, and fast. Then DK heard a shot ring out, just grazing his fur. Expecting there might be more coming, he grabbed Diddy and dove behind a rock. He was right about the shots, and one of them pierced through Diddy’s foot, hindering his movement. Donkey Kong examined the wound; it was turning an ugly black color, and spreading slowly through his flesh. The bullet itself was a neon purple, and glowed vibrantly, pulsing out in small, hot, bursts. DK brought his hand close, but when it entered the glow, a purple energy shot from the crystal and latched onto his hand. He reached forward quickly grabbed it, shooting pain up through his arm, and threw it away from him and Diddy.

            DK peaked over the rock, and saw the ship had landed and kremlings were starting to pour out, however he noticed the kremlings had strange weapons, which seemed to be comig out of their backs and arms. They were storming onto the beach, and he said to Diddy, "We have to get out of here"

"DK, I can’t walk, I can’t even feel my foot!" He half whimpered. DK glanced down to see Diddy’s foot had turned an even deeper shade of black, and some of the fur had begun to fall off.

"I can’t fight these guys alone...We’ll have to run for it..." He picked Diddy up, took a glance back at the beach, and ran back through the jungle.

            Donkey Kong leaped out behind from the rock, with Diddy under his shoulder, and ran as fast as he could. He was shot a few times in the back, but most of the bullets missed by several feet. He could feel himself succumbing to the pain in his back, but the Kremlings had seemed to back of for the time being. He tried to reassure Diddy he'd be alright, but he was no longer conscious. He knew if he could make it to Cranky's, they would be okay. As he ran through the jungle, leaping over streams, and swinging from vines, Cranky had tottered out of his lab, to greet them at the door.

“What in the name of bananas happened to Diddy!” he yelled

“We went to the beach to see the ship, and the Krems had some weird new weapons...”

“Well, come in I’ll fix you dumb apes up.” Cranky mumbled. He led them in, where he ran various tests on Diddy’s leg, he finally mixed together a salve of sea water, citric acids, some powder of Crystal Coconuts, and some other various chemicals Donkey Kong didn’t recognize. The concoction was applied to the wounds on Diddy’s leg, and after Cranky plucked the shards out of DK’s back, applied it to him too.

“I’ll radio Funky, and he’ll round up the rest of the Kongs, for the time being you fellas get some rest.” Cranky explained.

“Okay...” DK mumbled, and he fell asleep immediately, and Diddy already was. As the two dreamed violent, horrifying dreams, the Kong family filled into the small lab. About three hours later, Diddy came to from his sleep.

“Uhh, what’s happenin’...” he coughed.

“You crazy fools got shot up by some Kremlin’s.” Funky said. “Don’t worry though we got us a plan!”

“Okay...” Diddy said and he fell back to sleep.

“Alright Cranky, I think it’s time to get some’a those gadgets outta storage.” Funky said.

“I was hopin’ you’d say that.” Cranky said and they began to dig through the closet. Once again the napping Kongs came too, but this time they were up for a while.

“What’ all that junk?” Donkey Kong asked.

“This is what gonna help you beat those Kremlings” Cranky said.... The room was full of Crystal Coconuts, guns, ammo, and a variety of barrels. There was a knock at the door and Chunky, Kiddy, and a strange looking thing were at the door.

“This..is a friend we met...” Chunky said as they walked in.

“Who are you? You don’t look like no simian I ever seen...” Cranky said.

“My names Paula, and I’m here to help...”