That Day When Donkey Kong Did Come To Life

That Day When The Donkey Cong Come To Life

Once upon a time in a huge metroppolice called Danville, Va. there lived a 10 year-old boy named D. C.. His parents called him that when he was born since they both had such high-hopes that he would some day end up living in The White House. Actually, he got that nickname because that was his favorite video game, and he played it so frequently he was really hard to beet. The other reason was from his parents because they told him if he didn't stop playing that silly game so much he'd turn into a donkey who was nothing but a beast-of-burden and he'd have to work extremely hard throughout the rest of his time on this planet. Of course, D. K. laughed when he heard those words, but after he had left the room, his inner voice told him that was no laughing matter. Yet he kept hearing those words running through his head. Soon it began to bug him, although that bug was impossible to swat or spray. After completing his homework, he went to play them again. His favorite was the old Donkey Kong game. Although his daddy said, "If you don't stop playing that game so much, you'll turn into a donkey! Your life will be nothing but work forever!"

That made D. K. laugh, but as he left his daddy who was shaking his head, something told him there might be some truth to what he'd said, but he didn't know how much. Yet his desire to be the world champion Donkey Cong player.

Every night after his mom tucked him in, he'd wait to hear her door close. Then he'd go back to playing it.

Then one night while playing it, he heard a scratch on his window. When he looked out he saw a tiny pixie beckoning for him to open it, which he did. She flew in and lit on his bedpost then said, "Thank you for letting me in, D. C.. Some people would do that!"

D. C. asked, "How do you know my name? What things do you want with me? My mamma said there's no such things as pixies, so state your business!"

"I've come to help you," replied the tiny winged creature, "I want you to come back with me to my place. You'll love it there. We only accept the best Donkey Cong players on this planet, and you're one of them! Congratulations!"

It took D. C. a few seconds to register what the tiny pixie had just said to him, but when it did, he said, "I'd love to come back with you! Where are you from anyway?"

"I'm glad you asked!" said the pixie, who by then was really lighting up brightly. "Now, you're coming to the only place in the entire solar-system where playing video games is a way of life! The name is called Planet V. Play!"

"Say no more!" said D. C. with his hands up in the air, "I'll go! That's my kind of place! Let's leave, like yesterday!"

The pixie laughed. Then she sprinkled him with some magic pixie-dust. The next thing D. C. was aware of, he was on another far-away place. Everybody who saw him smiled big and said, "Welcome, D. C.! We've been waiting for you! It's really great you have come to play our game! Yet I challenge you to play a good one of Kong now! Show me what you've got kid, unless you're chicken! Make any, 'foul' moves and you'll be disqualified! The rules are that there aren't any rules! Just get your highest score! This game will decide if you're a, 'turkey' or just a, 'chicken!' "

"Nobody's ever called me a chicken and lived to tell the tale!" said D. C. with an evil grin across his face, "If that's what you think about me, you're really a, 'turkey!' "

That's when he sent D. C. to a huge life-sized Donkey Kong game. He put him at the starting box and said, "You're so smart! You know how this game goes! Give it your best shot, sucker!" then he put him on the board. When he hard footsteps behind him, he whirled around to see a giant gorilla coming after him. When he saw the startled expression from D. K., he roared and beet his chest. With a shriek of terror, he turned and ran to get away from the fierce-looking primate, but he chased after him. Sprinting towards the opening in the big trees he heard the sound of the huge gorilla chasing after him. D. C. heard those huge animal footsteps which were really close. The monster running behind him continued grunting closer with each foot step. D. C. was sertain his time on this planet was about to be over with forever.

All of a sudden 2 gorillas, each 8 feet-tall, jumped down out of a tree and stood in front of D. C.. They also roared and beet their chests. That meant D. C. had to try a different path through the jungle. As he ran, the sound of the footsteps slowly began getting fainter until he couldn't hear them any more.

That was when he came to a river which had some pretty wild rapids going through it. Since he had worked up a thirst from all the running he had been doing through the jungle and was needing a drink badly, he got some. Also his body was giving off an odor that wasn't very pleasant to his nose. He thought to himself, "My, 'nose knows' a clean cent when it smells one!" Then he pulled off some sweet-smelling leaves from the plants that were emitting a really pleasant aroma and scrubbed his entire body with them. To say it felt great was an understatement

Yet when he got out and had dried his body with the sweet-smelling leaves, he saw his clothes were gone. Then he saw some of the monkeys were wearing them but they had their hands in the pant legs and their legs in the shirts.

"Hay! Those are my clothes! I'll make you some that actually fit you! Just give me those you're wearing now! Come on! Ta-ta to me, please! Those are the only ones,"

Yet he couldn't finish his sentence. By then they'd put them on and were marching all through the jungle wearing them. Another one would whop him on the back of his head which was the sign to let him try them on. Then a bigger gorilla did the same until finally they had each been stretched beyond repair, which totally ruined the clothes.

Luckily, there were some big enough leaves to cover his body so he kind of called them, "clothes." It was all he had.

Even though he was really embraced to be seen, "in the raw," if you please, there was no way he could stay in the place where he was, so he sneaked around the jungle while peeping around every tree to see if there was anybody around who might see him in his birthday-suit. Every now and then he'd pass a laughing hyena who'd go into hysterics when it saw the poor, naked guy creeping through the jungle and trying not to be seen by anybody.

By the time he made it to a woman which made cloths, he was absolutely fit to be tied, like literally speaking because he's been, "fitted" for some big leaves and he had, "tied" them around his body for a make-shift version of what he considered, "clothes." He also had no money which meant he pretended like he was applying for a job there. Needless to say, when the boss saw how he was dressed, he glanced at the man's application then said, "We'll call you when an opening comes available, but don't call us, please. Next?" calling for the next person in line.

By that time D. C. was already sick of playing that stupid version of Donkey Cong. He wished there was some way to get out of the huge mess he was in, although he didn't have a clue how that would happen. Yet still, he enjoyed playing game, although this one was not like any he had ever played or heard of, but he had to finish it, and win. Donkey Kong was one of his all-time favorite video games so he played it constantly, and had actually gotten to be quite an expert at it. In fact, nobody could beet him. Although he was the official Donkey Kong champion in his hood, he was always wanting to receive a plaque or a trophy with the picture of a donkey on it, being attacked by one of the mightiest kings in history. Of course that was King Kong. He'd seen the original movie with Fay Ray and had bought the d. v. d. and the video of the greatest monster movie of all-time. He'd even recorded King Kong Lives which was where the King meets up with Queen Kong who gives birth to a Prince Kong. In fact, those had just become some of his all-time favorite movies to watch.

His parents, who wanted him to be in the White House so they could say that their son, D. C. really did live in the White House up in Washington D. C. since that would make them both be prouder than any peacock has ever been in the history of the world because their son would make them both beam with pride, which means people could say to them, "How is your, 'son-beam?' " and really mean it. The problem was all D. C. wanted to do was play that silly game. He literally had no other interests.

Then one day while he was playing it after his parents had gone to bed for the night, he was amazed when the donkey jumped out of the screen into his living room. That surprised D. C. so he let out a week yelp, but since the donkey was already in his living room, he had no other options but to try and be friends with him. The smile on his face made him want to go pet him, which he did. Then it beckoned him to follow, which he did, but when the donkey had reached the t v, he jumped into it, taking D. C..

Suddenly a giant gorilla jumped in front of him holding a barrel. D. C. knew he had ill-intentions on his mind, yet having no defense, running was a good option which he did, but that gorilla hurled the barrel at him. He ducked so it crashed over his head. He said, "That's a bad money! We don't throw," but by then another gorilla had appeared with a barrel and hurled it at him. That one nicked his arm which hurt. Then both gorillas laughed hysterically. D. C. knew he had to get by those mean gorillas, who by then had climbed up a trees carrying barrels in each hand while laughing and daring him to try going by them again. When they saw that they had made him stop, they slapped each other high-5s and screamed with delight as they swung.

It was obvious D. C. couldn't get by that way, so he ran through the jungle a different rout, but that's when he was met by another gorilla holding a barrel in each hand while laughing hysterically like he'd told the funniest joke in history, but as he tried a different path, a bigger gorilla jumped down from a tree right in front of him. He beet his hairy chest and roared which D. C. knew meant business, probably, "monkey business" he had been paid for. As he tried to squeeze between 2 trees that he knew were too narrow for the monsters to follow him, he heard the sound of a river ahead, so he didn't think gorillas were known for their swimming ability, and so he dove into the water and swam across to the other side. When he got there, he looked back and yelled, "This proves people are smarter then apes! Now, why don't you go find your mate? I mean a, 'pri-mate!' May somebody make a person out of you!"

Yet before he could stop jeering, he heard the sound of a tremendous monster come crashing through the woods behind him. When he whirled around, there was the biggest gorilla he'd ever seen in his life. He was much bigger then any the men dealt with in the jungle on t v. That one also bit his hairy chest like he was trying to get his heart started after ir had stopped, but D. C. knew he couldn't be that lucky. Thoughts ran through his brain, trying to think of an idea as of how to outsmart the giant monster. Finally one hit him, an idea, not the gorilla. He would play dead and hoped the monster would get bored and leave, so he actually hammed it up. He grabbed his chest like he was having a heart attack, and fell to the ground making little squeaky sounds like it were his last sound ever, because he knew if that idea didn't work that's exactly what it would be. While laying there, he silently prayed for Jahova Neasy, which means protector, to keep him safe from any harm. The huge monster sniffed him, then turned him over on his back. Suddenly to his utter surprise, the giant primate knelt over him and commenced to doing c. p. r. on him. Not knowing what else to do, he coughed and sat up like he'd been given new life by the miniature sized King-Kong standing over him, smiling. Then he put out his hand for him to take. When he did so, he helped him stand to his feet. Then he smiled a huge smile and hugged him. That behavior surprised D. C. so much he just put his hands out in front of him. Then the miniature King-Kong took his right hand in his, and let go. D. C. was glad to see there were gorillas who were friendly.

He walked through the jungle with nice thoughts about how the gorilla had spared his life when suddenly another huge gorilla jumped down from a tree limb in front of him while roaring so loudly he had to put his hands on his ears to keep from going deaf. Before he had time to think, the gigantic monster grabbed him and commenced to beating him unmercifully on the ground. It treated him like he was a stuffed animal to play with. D. C. saw the Bright Light people see when they're having a near-death experience. He didn't even have time to think.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a familiar roar come from behind the huge monster who was beeting him. When he opened his eyes, he saw it was the last gorilla he had been friends with. The monster jumped on him and they commenced to fighting. Even though D. C. was injured by the last gorilla's beating, he managed to role out of the way from the 2 who were fighting there in front of him. They pummeled each other, slamming first one ape into a large brick wall, then the other did the same back to him. That's when D. C. realized he had his gun with the tranquilizer cartridges in his pocket. He pulled it out and shot the bad monster who was the aggressive one, who fell down on the ground. While D. C. was feeling good about the bad monster who had been defeated, he turned around and saw the one who had just saved his life lying on the ground, not moving. He ran to him and tried to revive his hero, but it was no use. His mouth was way too big for him to try c. p. r. on him. Besides, there was no heartbeat in him anyway so it would have been a wasted effort. He laid over the monstrous hero who had just sacrificed his life to save him, weeping bitterly. "Oh, God!" he cried, "Father, lease save this animal's life! He deserves to live! He saved my life! Please save his! I thank You that it's done in Jesus's mighty Name! Hallelujah Lord!"

As he continued weeping like a little baby with his hands rapped around the hero's little finger, he fancied it moved a tiny bit. He stopped crying and patted it, like he was trying to bring it back to life, although he knew that couldn't do anything to revive him, but as he kept it up, his third finger also moved a tiny bit. That's when D. C. jumped to his feet and commenced to cheering his hero on yelling, "Come on, baby! Live! Please don't die on me! Now show me you've still got some life left in you, buddy!"

That's when he heard the most beautiful music of his entire life, the tune was a moan from the monster. That's when he jumped on his nose and tried to make his eyes open. When they did, he let out a joubelant yell of ecsasy. He was alive! While he lifted his head, D. C. stoked him with both hands. Then he cried again, only that time it was with tears of joy. The giant monster would live.

D. C. introduced all of his friends and family who had come on the trip to him. As it turned out, the giant hero helped them out by lifting them up to get fruit off of the high lims and they helped him by making him the most delicious banana-splits ever made by any human. And so, like the best-loved children's stories of all-time will officially finish up with,

"THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!"

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The end. By, Cuz Roye.