Adventures. I hate them. From here to there, I'm being forced to climb, swim, and travel. Through snowy banks, hot factories, deep dark lakes, and then some. Crocodiles want me dead, fish want me dead, and, from what I've heard, a robot wants me dead. Plus, for some reason, Kiddy's crying again. Great. Is he hungry? Or did he crap himself. Of course. He crapped himself.
Rated: T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 17 - Words: 105,653 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 3/19/2014 - Published: 10/17/2013 - Dixie Kong, Kiddy Kong