Along the shoreline, resting gently in the bay was the Kremling pirate ship. Soft waves brushed the hull as it floated over the green water. The sky was a faint blue, fading into a grey as it reached the sea break.
    “ Alright... there it is...” Donkey whispered while the three monkeys huddled in the brush. “ I’m sure that the arcade games are in there somewhere!”
    “ So how do we get in there?” Diddy questioned.
    “ You two need to take some lessons from me! I could get in there and whip them up mighty well!” Cranky grinned.
    “ Be my guest...” Donkey said, motioning him to try.
    “ Oh yeah get the elderly man to fight YOUR battles!” Cranky replied.
    “ They’re your games!” Diddy barked.
    “ Don’t you talk back!” Cranky snarled, smacking Diddy with his cane.
    “ How are we getting in?!” Donkey grumbled, losing his patience.
    “ You two don’t know what your doing! You aren’t heros at all!” Cranky complained.
    With that, the plan was decided. Donkey and Diddy picked up the old ape and charged straight through the crowds of Kremlings with Cranky as a battering ram. When the vile creatures were gone, they set down the dizzy old gorilla.
    “ Why... you ungrateful...cretins! I... ought ta...” He sputtered, collapsing to the deck.
    “ Now... where are those arcade machines?” Diddy puzzled.
    “ Looking for these?” King K. Rool growled, standing on the two missing arcade machines.
    “ My classic games!” Cried Cranky.
    “ Give those back!” Shouted Diddy.
    “ Oh ho... Never! Now get off my boat!” King K. Rool replied, taking a deep, bellowing laugh.
    Donkey grumbled and walked over to the machines where K. Rool was standing.
    “ What are you doing?” K. Rool hissed.
    Donkey didn’t respond, but lifted one of the machines and carried it over to Diddy and Cranky. Cranky leaped onto it, wrapping it around his arms and hugging it affectionately.
    “ Oh my dearest! I’ll never let this happen again!”
    “ Hey!” K. Rool snarled.
    Donkey looked back at him and returned, picking up the other arcade, throwing King K. Rool from his perch and onto the wooden deck.
    “ Blast you! Blast you!” K. Rool moaned.
    Donkey took the other under his arm and the three of them walked all the way back home.
    “ Donkey...” Cranky whispered.
    “ Yeah?” Answered Donkey.
    “ I just wanted to say...” Cranky mumbled.
    “ Yes?” Donkey grinned.
    “ That even though those Kremlings had my masterpieces, I know you were the one who stole them!”