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Donkey Kong Country Story

The Story: It was a dark and stormy night. . .
Storms lashed the rugged terrain of Donkey Kong Island, home of the famous video game ape and his family and friends. Near Donkey Kong's tree house, a small monkey named Diddy cowered in fear of the savage lightning which periodically illuminated the lush, dark jungle that covered most of the island. Donkey Kong had assigned Diddy to guard guard duty on this awful night, and he was not happy about his fate. Donkey Kong's earlier pep talk kept creeping back into Diddy's mind. "OK, little buddy," Donkey Kong said in a patronizing voice. "As part of your hero training, you've got to stand guard tonight over my bananas. . . I'll relive you at midnight, so try and stay awake until then!" Buddy? Yeah, right. Now he was alone. Alone unless you counted the unknown threats which lurked behind every tree that he glimpsed during the lightning flashes. The Kremlings were out there, that much was certain. They coveted Donkey Kong's banana stockpile, the largest on the island, and probably in the world. A treasure rich in potassium and Vitamin A. The prefect food. "Ahhh. . . the delicious bananas. . ." The thought of DK's golden horde almost made Diddy forget his uncomfortable situation. But a rustling in the undergrowth and the sound of several snapping twigs brought him out of his reverie. "W-w-who goes there?!" Diddy challenged the sounds in the darkened, dripping foliage. There was no answer but the flashing of claws and teeth, followed by a fleeting vision of many reptilian eyes and a crack of thunder. Diddy somersaulted into the fray with his signature cartwheel attack, but he was quickly overcome by the weight of many scaly assailants. The enormous bulk of Klump the Kremling landed on top of Diddy, knocking his senseless. His last memory was of a hissing voice. . . "It'ssss the sssmall one. . . Ssseal him inside this barrel and tosss it into the bussshesss. . . Donkey Kong'sss bananasss are oursss!" The barrel lid closed on Diddy, blotting out even the fleeting light of the storm. Seconds later, the barrel flew through the air, courtesy of Klump's army boot-assisted punt, and landed roughly in the jungle foliage. Diddy Kong knew no more. The entire Donkey Kong clan was oblivious as the Kremling's then loaded the banana hoard into their Kremling karts and wheeled them off through the jungle, leaving an obvious trail of dropped fruit from their overloaded conveyances. The next morning, Donkey Kong was awakened by frantic shouting of his name. "Keep it down!!" he growled. He suddenly realized what time it was. "Morning already. . . I slept through my watch!" Falling out of bed and through his tree house door, Donkey Kong slid down the treehouse ladder without using any of the rungs, and assumed his characteristic fighting pose, with sun-blinded, squinting eyes! One swift blow was all that was needed to leave him sprawled on the floor, face down! He groggily rolled over to see the familiar wrinkled, white-bearded, grouchy face of his old granddad "Cranky Kong" peering down at him. In his heyday, Cranky was the original Donkey Kong who battled Mario in several of his own games. "What 'cha do that for?!" Donkey Kong asked, knowing full well that Cranky was prone to cuffing him at every whim. "Take a look inside your banana cave. You're in for a big surprise!" Cranky cackled. Donkey's mind raced as he vaulted to the cave and peered inside. Instead of the dull golden glow of thousands of bananas, there were only a few discarded peels. These had been trampled into the dirt by hundreds of reptilian feet, judging from the many three-toed footprints that covered the damp cavern floor. But what about. . . "Diddy's done, too!" Cranky laughed. "that's what you get for shirking your responsibility, you good-for-nothing bum! In my days we would have been happy to stand guard in the rain, 'cause that might have meant an extra frame of animation! Of course, having rain would have been impossible, given our pitiful processing power, but. . . Donkey Kong stood there in stunned disbelief and hadn't heard most of what Cranky said. "Diddy. . . gone. . . My little buddy. . . " me murmured to himself. Donkey Kong was suddenly filled with conviction. "The Kremlings will pay!" re raged. "I'll hunt them down through every corner of my island, until I have every last banana from my horde back!!" "Find your little buddy and retrieve a bunch of bananas?!" Cranky snorted. "What kind of a game idea is that?! Where's the screaming damsel in distress?!" "Diddy's obsession with being like me has gone too far! He may be a long way from being a true video game hero, but he had the guts, the reflexes, the heart. . . " "If you ask me, neither of you are ready for prime time," Cranky interrupted. "You'll never be as popular a character as I was! Why' in my heyday, kids lined up to play my games! The quarters were stacked on the machine as they waited for their turn! If you go on this ridiculous adventure, you'll be lucky to sell ten copies!" Donkey Kong fumed. He usually let Cranky's rambling roll off his back, but this time it was different. "What do you know about adventuring, you flea-bitten old ape?" yelled Donkey Kong, edging closer and closer, braving Cranky's crane, until he was totally in his face. "I'm sick of hearing about your boring, single screened adventures! Diddy's in trouble, my banana horde is gone, and I'm going to get them all back!" Donkey Kong stormed off in search of his missing buddy, following the trail of bananas the Kremlings had dropped. "Well, it's not exactly rescuing a Princess, but it'll do in a pinch," Cranky snorted as DK disappeared into the lush jungle. After a moment's hesitation, Cranky followed him. "The lad may just need my help. . . " he mumbled to himself. "Kids today. . . they just don't have any respect for their elders. . . "
Donkey Kong Country 2 Story

Trouble in the Paradise
Donkey Kong gulped down the last of his banana milkshake and sighed happily, is old beach chair creaking as he wriggled his toes in the sand. "This is the life," he thought to himself. "The sun beating down on a clear blue sea, and no pesky banana-thieving Kremlings to worry about." Lazily he raised a hand to wave at Funky, who was showing off his surfing expertise out on the waves with the squawking seagulls. Donkey Kong settled back and closed his eyes, thinking he'd have a little doze, when he heard the sound of shuffling feet. Before he knew what was happening, Cranky Kong bopped him on the head with his cane. "Yowch!" he exclaimed, glaring at the snickering old ape standing in front of him. "Well, well. . ." said Cranky, "what do you think you're doing sitting around all day? They won't get much of a game out of this, will they? I thought you were supposed to be a big star!" "Even stars get time off," muttered Donkey Kong, rubbing his head. "I never did," said Cranky proudly. "Whisking off maidens and throwing barrels around the place seven days a week I was, I was. That's how I got to where I am today, you know. Hard work. None of this lazing around on the beach." "Why don't you go off and pester Diddy or something?" complained Donkey Kong. "Let me have a bit of peace for once!" Cranky snorted. "Hah! He's off somewhere with that girlfriend of his. But still, I can see when I'm not wanted. . . " Grumbling to himself, Cranky shambled off down the beach, leaving Donkey Kong to pull his hat over his eyes, sink down into his beach chair, and slowly drift to sleep. When night fell and their big buddy still hadn't returned, Diddy and Dixie Kong got worried and went to look for him. So they reached the beach, they saw hundreds of strange looking footprints that led from the sea to form a big circle around the spot where Donkey Kong's chair lay, smashed to pieces. "Kremlings!" Diddy gasped in horror. On top of the bits of chair they found a note: "To the yellow-bellied, land-lubbing Kong Family: Hah-arrrrh! We got the big monkey! If you want him back, you scurvy dogs, you'll have to hand over the banana hoard! Kaptain K. Rool" "I thought we'd seen the last of that old rascal for a while," sighed Wrinkly Kong, Cranky's good-natured, old wife, when the rest of family had read the ransom note. "well," grunted Cranky, "I suppose we'd better give him the bananas, hadn't we?" Diddy was shocked. "After all we did to get them back last time? Donkey Kong would go crazy if he lost his bananas again!" "Got any better ideas, you young whippersnapper?" demanded the old ape. "We've got to rescue him, of coarse!" said Diddy and Dixie together. But Cranky just laughed. "Oh really? And who exactly is 'we', hmmm?" "Count me out, dudes," said Funky quickly, backing away from the group. "I hate adventures." "I think I'm a bit old for that sort of thing," said Wrinkly apologetically. "And I'm sure as spit not gonna do it," snapped Cranky. "Not that I'm past my prime, mind you - I could still do a better job than the rest of you put together - but I wouldn't be seen dead in a game that scrolls and has bonus levels and end bosses!" "What about me?!" asked Diddy, stamping his foot. "I went with Donkey on his last adventure! Why can't I do it?!" "You?" laughed Cranky. "You've only been in one game, and you didn't even get your name in the title! You think that makes you a hero?" Diddy looked discouraged, but Dixie was quick to stand up for him. "Give him a chance - he could be a better hero than you ever were," she challenged. Cranky scowled. "You think so, do you? You think he can make his way through all those Kremlings and all those traps, all by himself?" "He won't be by himself," she replied. "I'm going with him!" Diddy stared at her and she stared defiantly back. "But it's dangerous!" he protested. "You're not scared, are you?" "Of course I'm not!" "Well, neither am I. Don't try to argue - if you're going, I'm going with you." Diddy sighed. He knew a hopeless argument when he saw one. But still, he was Donkey's only hope! Of course, if he managed to rescue his big buddy, he'd become a real video game hero, too! Could he ask for a better chance to prove himself? Cranky was looking over them shrewdly. "All right," he said. "If you somehow get back safely from this and bring that good-for-nothing Donkey with you, I'll admit that maybe you have what it takes after all. But if you don't, there will never be more than cheap cameo roles for you in the future, my boy." Diddy stood up strait and proud, ready for his new quest. "I'll bring him back, you'll see!" he declared. The others offered him their encouragement. Wrinkly gave him a warm smile, while Funky offered his hand for a high-five. "Go for it, little dude!? As soon as the sun rose again, the brave young pair set out.
Donkey Kong Country 3 Story

Trouble Again
Months after their victory against King K. Rool and his army of baddies, the Kongs were still celebrating. Soaking up the sun in their favorite glade on DK Island, Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong often slung up on hammocks, hit the music and spent the day chilling out on banana milkshakes. If she couldn't think of anything to do , Dixie Kong sometimes joined them. This morning, though, Dixie was surprised to find Diddy's room deserted. Up and about so early? That wasn't like him. It was only as she turned to leave that she spotted the scribbled note on the table. "Gone exploring the islands with DK," it read. "Back tomorrow!" Dixie could remember the last three times that they'd already tried this plan. Each time, they'd never made it further than the beach. That's where she first went looking for them. She realized well before she got to the beach that it was far too quiet for Donkey and Diddy to be anywhere near. Surely they hadn't followed one of their hare-brained schemes all the way through for once? The sun moved slowly across the sky and melted on the western horizon. Dixie hoped that her friends were having fun, wherever they were, as she settled into bed with a yawn. When morning came again, another brief swing through the branches confirmed that Diddy was still off on his little expedition. Dixie found herself starting to worry. She could only imagine what kind of trouble Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong were into. As the day crawled on and the night fell in the jungle, neither of the primates showed up. Again, Dixie could do nothing but head home to bed and hope that they'd be back by dawn. The next day came, but neither Donkey nor Diddy returned. Dixie had to find out what those two primates were doing! She made her way to the southern part of DK Island and swam to the nearest mainland. When she got there, she happened upon Wrinkly Kong's home. Wrinkly Kong told Dixie that the boys had passed by, but they hadn't said where they were going. She suggested that maybe the boys visited Funky Kong at his beach shop. As Dixie was leaving, Wrinkly asked if she'd look for the mysterious Banana Birds. The birds have been seen in the cave across from Funky's Rentals, but no one seems to know how to get them out. Dixie agreed and thanked Wrinkly for her help. She set out to see Funky at his shop. Funky Kong was busy working on one of his inventions, and his shop was full of unusual items. He can find a use for anything that he gets his hands on. Funky told Dixie that the only visitor he'd had all work was Kiddy Kong. Funky pointed across the room to the cuddly toddler who was chewing on an old spare tire. Funky asked Dixie if she wanted to take Kiddy with her. He's strong and can take good care of himself. Dixie agreed and the two were off. Before they left, Funky told them to keep their eyes peeled for some cool junk! He also told them to visit his friendly pals, the Brothers Bear, for help. Once on their travels, Dixie and Kiddy discover a whole new collection of Kremlings who seem to have a new Master named KAOS.

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