Donkey Kong Land: The Official Story

Note: This is the official story derived from the Donkey Kong Land instruction manual

A Challenge for Donkey Kong!

Cranky Kong, aging video game pioneer and primate patriarch, swayed back and forth in his rocking chair as he harrassed his grandape, Donkey Kong, and his little buddy, Diddy Kong.

“Well, I’ve got to admit, your last adventure was a bit more successful than I ever thought it would be…” he jibed. “Course,
put a few fancy graphics and some modern music in a game, and kids’ll buy anything nowadays…”

Donkey and Diddy tried to discreetly cover their as they stared out into the jungle surrounding Cranky’s cabin. The old ape continued his taunting.

“Back in our days, understand, we had an extremely limited color palette to work with, and we still made great games… No way you could duplicate that feat today, Donkey my boy! No siree!”

Cranky had been going on and on like this for what seemed like hours, and Donkey Kong finally had had enough.

“People like Donkey Kong Country for more than just the ‘fancy graphics,’ you old coot!” he snapped. “The number of colors, the resolution, it doesn’t make a difference. It was just plain fun!”

“Yeah, and we worked hard fighting K. Rool and his goons!” Diddy chimed in. Both he and Donkey still had the bumps and bruises to prove it.

Cranky nodded his head knowingly. The two youngsters had predictably risen to the bait and swallowed it hook, line and sinker.

“So you’re saying that an adventure like your last one would be a success even on an 8-bit system, like… Game Boy, for example…” Cranky said slyly.

“That’s right!” DK exclaimed without hesitation. Diddy joined him in accepting the challenge.

“We’ll even let the Kremlings steal the banana horde again, and this time we’ll get it back on Game Boy!” Diddy boasted. Hey, a golden opportunity to get out of DK’s ridiculous guard duty training, he thought to himself.

“I’ll believe it when I see it!” Cranky scowled. “I’ll call old K. Rool and arrange everything. You’ll wake up tomorrow without your bananas.”

Donkey and Diddy looked at each other, realizing they had been set up.

“This time, the Kremlings will hide your bananas in all new places around the island.” Cranky continued gleefully. “I’ll tell the King to spare no expense and bring out some new tricks and foes for you, too. No more cushy adventuring for you two, no siree.”

Donkey could barely contain his anger. He was hoping he could just loaf around the tree house tomorrow, after all, the Banana Bowl was on, and… But he wasn’t about to let the old ape get
the best of him.

“Bring it on, old ape, bring it on…” was all he said as he stalked
off to the tree house. He was going to get some sleep for the adventure ahead.