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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 4

Doom! Doom! DOOM!: Part 2

“There is NO way that’s a healthy weight for Irkens!” shuddered Amy.

“I can’t claim to be the greatest authority on Irken physiognomy,” replied the Doctor, “but that’s just obese from what I could glean of their species.”

“This Irken doesn’t look like much of a threat,” remarked Lurra Rus. “Unless he took some cues from the Hutts.”

“He’s drooling, though,” observed Dib. “Is he in a coma?”

“It looks like it,” observed the Doctor. “…Gross though this is, I need to examine his PAK.”

“You’re not gonna climb all over him, are you?” asked Dib.

“Not the most pleasant of prospects, but necessary,” shuddered the Doctor. She then climbed up the 800-pound Irken all the way to a grey metal backpack with pink circular panels. She pointed her sonic screwdriver at it and the biggest panel slid open to reveal a status screen. “All right, let’s see if I can access the mnemonic archive.”

“The what?” asked Amy.

“Irken PAKs serve as a secondary brain, life support, and multitool,” explained the Doctor. “They’re cybernetically grafted onto an Irken’s spine when they’re hatched. Mnemonic archives hold all the Irken’s memories.”

“And you’re trying to access it,” realized Lurra Rus, “to figure out why he’s so big and in a coma.”

“Exactly,” confirmed the Doctor. The status screen then changed. “AHA! Here we are! …Okay, so he started as an Invader, accidentally invaded his homeworld of Irk, was reassigned to be a fast food drone on Foodcourtia, then…hang on, he ended his banishment himself? That’s the action of a defective, not an Invader. …Let’s see…oh my word. A Florpus hole?! And…oh my!” The Doctor switched the status screen off. “…He’s killed the Twin Tallest? …Then the Irken Empire is leaderless! …No wonder!” The Doctor jumped down from the massive Irken. “Dib, did he really move Earth like that?”

“Yeah, using my dad’s Membracelets!” replied Dib. The Doctor then approached Amy and Lurra Rus.

“A Florpus Hole,” she said, “is an artificial black hole that feasts on alternate timelines and realities. This Irken used the Membracelets to teleport Earth into the path of the Irken Armada during their flight path that formed the backbone of Operation Impending Doom II. The Irken here had one last call with his leaders, the Almighty Tallest, when they were puppets trapped in a dimension of fire after the Earth was restored to its proper place. Now, it seems, he realized he’s killed those he worshipped with such zealous fanaticism. Hence the food coma and obesity.”

“…Guilt!” realized Dib. “He’s wracked with guilt! No wonder he’s been so quiet!” Dib turned on the obese Irken. “So, your desire to please your leaders ended up with you killing them! Doesn’t rest well with your Squeedlyspooch, does it, Zim?!”

“Dib, there’s no reason to hang that over his head!” snapped the Doctor. “Even he deserves compa…wait, what did you say his name was?”

“What, Zim?” asked Dib. “Yeah, that’s his name.”

“…What year is this again?” asked the Doctor, worry furrowing her brow.

“Erm, 2025, why?” quizzed Dib.

“…Oh dear,” muttered the Doctor. “I need to check on the Irken Empire. Dib, have you entered the base proper?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s underground,” replied Dib. “Through the toilet in the kitchen.”

“…In the kit-?” The Doctor looked into the kitchen and, yes, there was a toilet in there on the far wall with a poster above it that said, “I eat food!” The Doctor blinked. “…Right then.” Dib showed the Doctor how the toilet was actually an elevator. The group then entered the lower levels. Unbeknownst to them, the security protocols were displaying the footage onto the TV Zim was currently opposite of.


The base proper consisted of the twisting, wire-laden technology that was a staple of the Irken Empire. The Doctor went to the main console and started fiddling with it. “Doctor, what are you doing?” asked Amy.

“Checking on a nasty theory,” replied the Doctor. “I’ll explain as it happens if it’s true. Aha, here we are! A direct line to Irk, the Irken homeworld!” She keyed in a command to call Irk. “Irken Base on Earth calling Irken Homeworld, requesting communication with the Control Brains, over.” An Irken then appeared on screen. This one had purple eyes, a cybernetic implant above her left eye, and curled antennae (the signature antennae of a female Irken). Dib gasped in horror.

“TAK!” he yelped. “But…but why the growth spurt?!”

“Ah, Dib, the human!” purred the Irken woman. She WAS taller than the average Irken. “A bit of reconstitution.”

“…I’m…flattered you remember me,” remarked Dib.

“I’ve heard of you,” muttered the Doctor. “Tallest Tak, the Terror of the Irken Empire. But I was trying to contact the Control Brains.”

“Who are you and how do you know about the Control Brains?” demanded Tak.

“I’m the Doctor, a Time Lord from the planet of Gallifrey in the Constellation of Kasterborous.”

“A Time Lord! I thought the Daleks rendered you extinct! No matter!” Tak smiled a wicked smile. “Tell me, are you aware of what happened to my predecessors?”

“I found out through his mnemonic archive that Zim opened a Florpus Hole and the Tallest were sent there.”

“Good. I can make the explanation shorter,” said Tak. “The sudden loss of our people’s figureheads caused the Control Brains to go into meltdown. Now they’re only useful for keeping the species going, not making decisions. As such, the Tallest have complete authority over the Empire, as they should!”

“So you took advantage of your growth spurt and became the new Tallest,” summed up the Doctor.

“The ALMIGHTY Tallest, thank you, Doctor!” corrected Tak.


Back in the living room, Zim watched the conversation go on. “Tak, I appreciate that you’re in a delicate position,” said the Doctor, “but Zim’s not dead. He’s simply in a coma and-!”

“Then he’s still on Earth?” asked Tak.

“Yes, but-!”

“Then he is no threat to me! My predecessors’ decision about that defective’s exile stands!”

“Tak, you don’t know the danger he’ll bring if-!”

“SILENCE!” shouted Tak. “Doctor, I will not obey the mad ramblings of the Last Time Lord! This discussion is at an end!” Tak switched the call off.

“Stupid woman!” snapped the Doctor. “If we don’t deal with Zim, then the greatest tragedy within the Irken Empire will take place!” As the Doctor ranted, Zim…snarled.

“…Computer…!” he weakly said. “Begin…cellular…reconstitution!”

“Yes, Master!” replied a voice.


“Greatest tragedy?” asked Dib.

“I’m afraid we’re taking part in historical events,” muttered the Doctor. “The Irken Civil War will begin if Zim leaves.”

“Doctor, what do you mean ‘Civil War’?” asked Lurra Rus.

“Without the Control Brains, the Irkens will devolve into factionalism and fight to recognize either Tak or Zim as the one true Almighty Tallest,” explained the Doctor. “Dib, I need you to monitor Zim! Tell me everything he does! He needs to remain in that coma!”

“Doctor, if it’s a historical event-!” argued Amy.

“It’s not supposed to happen until 2030!” replied the Doctor. “If he starts it now, there will be a temporal paradox to clean up!”

“I better head back up, then,” declared Dib. “Maybe I can trick GIR into helping out!”

“That’s the spirit! Off you go!” Dib returned to the elevator and went back up. The Doctor then started working the console.

“What are you doing?” asked Lurra Rus.

“I’m trying to add a subliminal message to Zim’s PAK,” explained the Doctor. “I need to tell him that he shouldn’t start claiming his Empire until 2030 as that’s when Earth will be at its weakest.”

“Will it?” asked Lurra Rus.

“No, no,” replied the Doctor. “But Zim won’t think about returning to his ‘secret mission’ until he’s secured himself as the Almighty Tallest.”


Dib returned to the kitchen and headed to the living room just in time to see the floor open beneath Zim! The couch Zim was using dropped down…then Zim got stuck! “Oh no!” gulped Dib. Zim heard him and moved his head as best he could.

“So, your Time Lord friend knows my future!” cackled the Irken. “It makes sense! The Tallest before me had sent me here…because they knew how much of a threat I was to their power! My genius would make the Irken Empire more powerful than ever before! I would create greater ships, even one more powerful than the Massive! I SHALL BE THE GREATEST TALLEST IN ALL THE EMPIRE!”

“None of that was predicted by the Doctor!” argued Dib. “And, right now, you’re the fattest!”

“That will change! GIR! MINIMOOSE! ASSIST ME!” GIR and a small, purple plush moose arrived and tried to shove Zim down!

“OH NO, YOU DON’T!” declared Dib as he leapt at Zim. Minimoose intercepted Dib and knocked him into a wall, then GIR brought out a comically large hammer.

“WAIT! GIR!” protested Zim. Too late. GIR smashed the hammer down on Zim and managed to get him into the chute beneath him!

“Cellular reconstruction will begin upon arrival,” droned the computer. “Estimated arrival time, 40 minutes. Estimated reconstruction time, 2 hours.”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 4

Doom! Doom! DOOM!: Part 1

The TARDIS drifted lazily through the Time Vortex. Amy and Lurra Rus had exhausted all the avenues inside the TARDIS that they could come up with and were making their way to the console room. They found the Doctor sitting on a couch and reading a book. “Ahem!” grunted Amy. The Doctor was too absorbed in her book.

“…Sheesh! Should have known they’d get it wrong about Alpha Centauri so early!” she muttered.

“Doctor!” hissed Lurra Rus.

“300 zarps, my right-hand heart!” scoffed the Doctor, still engrossed in her book. Amy stomped up to the Doctor and tore the book out of her hands! “OI!” protested the Doctor.

“We’ve been drifting in the Time Vortex for almost ten days now!” snapped Amy.

“Well, the old girl still needs to settle into the Vortex,” replied the Doctor. “After having hypnotic music forced into her speakers so soon after her reconstruction, the poor girl needs rest!”

“Doctor, surely we can at least be on the lookout for distress calls!” protested Lurra Rus.

“We ARE,” assured the Doctor. “The TARDIS’ emergency distress signal locators are online. One little beep and we’re on our way to save the day.” Then…a phone rang. “Huh?!” The Doctor looked to the door leading outside.

“…How-?” asked Amy.

“I made it wireless and able to pick up any call,” replied the Doctor. She headed to the box on the door containing the phone, swung the box so she could access the phone, and picked up. “Hello, you’ve reached the Doctor’s TARDIS. Do you have an appointment? …KATE! It’s been too long! …It never IS just a social call with you UNIT types, is it? What do you need? …Doomsville? That’s a thing? …As a matter of fact, I HAVE heard about them. …Uh huh. …Well, if one of their invaders is on Earth, their armada’s not far behind. …All right, I’ll be there shortly. The TARDIS is tracing the call right now. …Right then. Goodbye.” The Doctor hung up.

“Odd version of a distress call,” remarked Lurra Rus.

“It’s a potential distress call,” explained the Doctor. “The daughter of an old friend of mine wants my help in assessing an alien threat in an American city called Doomsville. Evidently, there’s an alien there that’s part of a rather belligerent species. The TARDIS should have…AHA! We have our heading!” The Doctor adjusted the settings so the TARDIS could make its way to the coordinates.


Doomsville, one of the dankest cities in America. And with a population of the stupidest and most emotionally stunted people. Nobody batted an eye when the TARDIS landed. The Doctor opened the door…and instantly regretted it! “URGH!” she gagged. Amy and Lurra Rus coughed once they left the TARDIS.

“Ugh! Doesn’t anyone know about public sanitation?!” gagged Amy.

“Are you sure we aren’t in Hutt Space, Doctor?” asked Lurra Rus. “This smells like the Hutt homeworld!”

“It’s a human city, Ma’am,” replied a voice muffled by a mask. A human woman with a blonde bob haircut arrived.

“Kate!” greeted the Doctor. “Everyone, meet Dr. Kate Stewart, commander-in-chief of UNIT, the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce! I used to work for her father as the scientific advisor during my exile in the 70’s.”

“You still are, Doctor,” remarked Kate. “You still haven’t officially retired. Perhaps we should talk somewhere that isn’t so smelly. We have a base set up nearby.”

“Thank you, Kate, that would be helpful,” said the Doctor. Everyone followed Kate to an abandoned restaurant with UNIT equipment set up. The air was SO much cleaner! Amy and Lurra Rus felt like they could breathe!

“What kind of health and safety record does this whole city have?!” asked Amy.

“Nothing considered good,” replied Kate. “Doctor, I know you’re a busy woman, but with what our witness described, I couldn’t risk it.”

“Believe it or not, I had nothing but free time,” assured the Doctor. “And Amy and Lurra Rus were getting bored anyways.”

“A pleasure to have this kind of distraction,” said Amy.

“What is this alien threat that has you lot concerned?” asked Lurra Rus.

“I think it best that the one that called us,” explained Kate, “should brief you. Lieutenant.”

“Ma’am!” replied a soldier.

“Bring our friend here,” ordered Kate.

“Yes, Ma’am!” confirmed the soldier. He marched off to the back room, then returned with a big-headed boy with glasses and a black coat.

“Doctor, meet the one that called us,” introduced Kate.

“Hello there, young man,” greeted the Doctor. “I’m the Doctor. These are my companions, Amy Rose and Lurra Rus.”

“Nice to meet you,” replied the kid. “I’m Dib Membrane.” The Doctor’s eyes widened.

“Dib Membrane?!” she asked. She then grinned. “I can’t say too much, but you have a great future ahead of you!”

“Really?” asked Dib. “That’s…nice of you to say.”

“Now, what’s this I heard about an Irken threat?” asked the Doctor. “One of their invaders is here?”

“Yeah! But we’ve been fighting for a while and I haven’t seen one Irken ship!” replied Dib. “I mean, aside from this one and another that briefly visited us.”

“Describe this Irken you usually fight.”

“Well, he’s about my height, has green skin, ruby compound eyes, wears a tunic colored like his eyes, and he’s got antennae on his head.”

“A ruby Irken?” mused the Doctor. “Numerically the most common Irken.”

“And this Irken’s REALLY into the whole conquering thing!” supplied Dib. “…Although, apparently his tech’s outdated, at least from what I saw.”

“An Irken Invader? With outdated technology? …What does that mean for their SIR unit?”

“A SIR unit, Doctor?” asked Kate.

“Standard-issue Information Retrieval Units,” explained the Doctor. “Robots that assist an Irken Invader in gathering information on a planet’s weaknesses so the Invader can destroy all defenses in time for the Irken Armada to conduct their Organic Sweep.”

“That implies…well, extermination,” remarked Amy.

“As it should. They’re quite Dalek-like in that regard.”

“But why give an Invader outdated technology?” asked Lurra Rus.

“A good question,” remarked the Doctor. “I think I’ll need to inspect their base of operations. Dib, do you happen to know where the Irken lives?”

“Yeah, and it’s just ‘normal’ enough to fool everyone else in Doomsville,” replied Dib.

“Right then! Lead the way! Oh, but first! Kate, could my companions and I borrow masks?”

“Of course, Doctor,” answered Kate.

“Come on!” protested Dib. “It’s not that bad!”

“Easy for you to say!” remarked Lurra Rus. “You live here!”

“I think all the fumes swelled your head,” said Amy. “That must be why it’s so big!”

“MY HEAD’S NOT BIG!” protested Dib.


Once they were masked, the Doctor and her friends followed a grumbling Dib, still sore about his head size. They made their way to a cul-de-sac with apartment buildings. “There it is!” called Dib as he pointed out the one house. It was a tall, green house with a purple roof and door (which appears to have come from a men’s bathroom). It had a satellite dish on one side of the roof, and the front yard was covered in lawn ornaments, including a flamingo, two puffer fish, a flag that said, “I heart Earth”, and four large robotic Lawn Gnomes flanking the main path to the door.

“…Erm…” The Doctor was struggling to find a word for the whole ensemble. “I know humans tend to just walk past the strange and unusual, but surely that set off alarm bells.”

“City Council never ordered it removed,” replied Dib.

“Do the gnomes do anything?” asked Amy.

“Well, they CAN shoot lasers from their eyes, but people can slip quietly in.”

“Hm, I wonder.” The Doctor pulled out her sonic screwdriver and switched it on. She then approached the house, but the gnomes didn’t fire on her. “Excellent!” She looked back. “It’s safe!” she called. “The gnomes think we’re Irken Inspectors, personally checking on our friend’s progress!” Her friends and Dib joined her as they approached the front door. The door opened and two robots that looked like cartoony depictions of parents of a Nuclear Family appeared.

“Welcome home, Son!” they said as they twitched and sparked, indicating their faulty status. The group entered the house and were greeted by darkness.

“…Did the Invader forget to pay their electric bill?” joked the Doctor. “In all seriousness, shouldn’t their SIR unit be here?”

“HALT, INTRUDERS!” came a robotic voice. The group turned to see glowing red eyes. They then heard a whine of weapons being primed.

“GIR, cut that out!” snapped Dib.

“…OKAY!” The eyes turned blue and the weapons powered down.

“That’s his SIR unit, GIR,” explained Dib. “He’s not that big of a threat.”

“…GIR?” asked the Doctor. She looked at GIR’s eyes. “What does the ‘G’ stand for?”

“I don’t know,” replied GIR. He then shrieked happily as he drummed on his head. The Doctor and her friends blinked.

“…You think the ‘G’ stands for ‘garbage’?” Lurra Rus asked Amy.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” replied Amy.

“GIR, I’ve got some cola for you if you can switch the lights on,” Dib offered GIR.

“Poop cola?!” asked GIR.

“Right here,” replied Dib as he pulled out a bottle of soda.

“OKAY!” GIR turned the lights on, then accepted the drink and walked off to do other things.

“There we go!” said the Doctor. “Now let’s-WHOA!” Her exclamation made everyone look at what she caught sight of, and they made similar exclamations! There, on the couch of the base’s living room was an 800-pound mound of green flesh with a barely visible head. The head had ruby compound eyes, antennae, and an open mouth with drool and foodstuff remains dripping out of it!

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 4

Tiki Time: Part 4

“Tiki Tong, open your head!” ordered King K. Rool. “It’s time to flatten the Kongs and the other mammals!”

“Yes, Master,” mumbled Tiki Tong as the crown on his head opened. The Kremlings then threw the bananas they gathered into him until he was full to the brim.

“Now, close your head! Regain your full power!” directed King K. Rool. Tiki Tong spun, then his commanders floated to him, grouping into two groups, one of three, the other of four. Tiki Tong then stopped spinning and spewed golden goop all over his commanders. They then formed into two balls, then the goop evaporated to reveal two floating hands! “Now, DESTROY DONKEY KONG AND HIS MEDDLESOME MORONIC MATES!” shouted King K. Rool. Tiki Tong roared and swung his new hands at Donkey Kong. Everyone rolled out of the way. Donkey Kong then saw a button on one of the hands.

“They’re still there!” he said. “Guys, there’s a big button on each hand and one in the middle of his crown! We gotta hit the buttons on his hands twice and the one on his head three times!”

“Seems rather convoluted, but all right!” replied the Doctor.

“I DON’T THINK SO!” shouted King K. Rool as he attacked Donkey Kong with his claws. “I won’t have you spoil this plan, you Feather-brained Fathead! I’ll destroy you, then I’ll set my sights on the Banandium Root!”

“Oh, for the love of-! What for?!” asked Donkey Kong. “You still wanna turn the world into overripe banana mush?!”

“That’s the only meal fit for a king!” retorted King K. Rool.

“Not happening!” snarled Donkey Kong. He and King K. Rool then began their fight.


Meanwhile, Diddy Kong dropped Amy onto one of Tiki Tong’s hands, giving her the opening she needed to slam her hammer down onto the button. The hand cracked and Tiki Tong felt that! “ARGH! YOU PINK AND BLACK MENACE!”

“A nice bit of variety,” replied Amy as she jumped off. “Usually I’m called a pink and red menace, among other colorful insults.” Tiki Tong raised his hands, ready to smash them onto her like one does with a fly. Amy leapt out of the way as Diddy Kong fired one of his peanut guns on the button Amy hit. The hand was reduced to splinters and Tiki Tong got madder! He tried slamming his fist on the ground, then his fist got stuck.

“Sheesh! Donkey Kong pulled less of a tantrum when he was a kid!” grumbled Cranky Kong as he whacked his cane against the button. The hand cracked.

“You know, considering how old I am,” snarled Tiki Tong, “I think a young’un like you needs to learn how to respect his elders!”

“Do something to deserve it first,” replied Lurra Rus as she jumped onto Tiki Tong’s hand and pressed the button. The hand exploded and Tiki Tong roared in fury! He started slamming himself onto the floor, chin first! That kind of mess was causing the Kremlings to be tossed around and making King K. Rool miss!

“STOP RAGING, YOU BLITHERING-!” Donkey Kong saw his chance! He slammed his fist right into King K. Rool’s head, sending him spinning and making him land on the button in the middle of Tiki Tong’s crown. Tiki Tong roared again and started spewing fireballs!

“Two more times, then I can really get started!” said the Doctor as she fiddled with the sonic screwdriver.

“Doctor, please tell me you’re being clever!” called Amy as she dodged a few fireballs.

“Trust me, I am!” replied the Doctor. She continued working on the screwdriver as Tiki Tong hovered over her. She saw the shadow and looked up. “Sweet Sash of Rassilon!” she yelped as she rolled out of the way just in time! Tiki Tong slammed the ground, then Diddy Kong picked up Cranky Kong and the two flew up into the air before Diddy Kong cut the power to his jetpack. The two Kongs fell onto the button on Tiki Tong’s head, then leapt off. Tiki Tong roared again and floated menacingly over the Kongs.

“Bah! Toothless and useless, that sad doltish piece of driftwood!” scoffed King K. Rool. He then swung a punch at Donkey Kong. Donkey Kong grabbed the Kremling King’s fist and jumped into the air, then threw King K. Rool onto the button so hard, it pressed and Tiki Tong roared as he exploded. The force of the explosion almost blew the Doctor out of the totem! Amy and Diddy Kong helped the Doctor back up as the Doctor finished with setting the sonic screwdriver. She then pointed it upwards and pressed the button while putting a hand on her head. She then concentrated as the sonic screwdriver played the Tiki Tak Tribe’s hypnosis music! As the Tiki Tak Commanders and Tiki Tong rebuilt themselves, their eyes swirled and they fell to the floor, asleep.

“There we go!” cheered the Doctor. “I’ve used their own music against them. They’ll be sleeping until they realize that what they did was wrong. Meanwhile, the Totem Tower will sink into the volcano and the Tiki Tak Tribe will never bother anyone again!”

“…So how do WE get out?!” asked Lurra Rus. The Doctor blinked…then realized she forgot the escape part of her plan!

“Oh dear!” she gulped. Donkey Kong then grabbed her and Amy!

“Cranky! Diddy! Get Lurra Rus!” called Donkey Kong.

“COME BACK HERE, YOU BRAINLESS BARBARIAN!” shouted King K. Rool. Donkey Kong threw Amy onto his back, then punched King K. Rool so hard, he sailed out of the tower and beyond the island’s shores. The Kongs then took their visitors and leapt out of the tower as it sank into the lava!


The Doctor and her friends landed at the base of the volcano and looked up to see the top of the totem tower sink below the volcano’s rim. The totem finally disappeared into the lava. The group watched for a bit, then looked around. Donkey Kong grinned, then pounded his chest and howled a victory howl. “And that, as they say, is that!” said the Doctor.

“What about King K. Rool?” asked Lurra Rus.

“Ah, that crazy croc’ll be licking his wounds now that his plan failed,” replied Cranky Kong.

“In the meantime, the bananas are safe again!” cheered Donkey Kong.

“It always comes down to bananas with you, doesn’t it?” grumbled Cranky Kong.


The gang returned to the TARDIS and the Doctor unlocked the door. “Well, this HAS been fun,” she said, “but we must dash.”

“Hey, before you go!” called Donkey Kong. He then brought three bunches of bananas to the TARDIS crew. “From my own stash!”

“Oh, thank you, Donkey Kong!” replied Amy. She hugged the big gorilla. Once she finished, Amy entered the TARDIS first with her bunch. “You two are in for a treat! I say this with no exaggeration that these bananas are the best in the universe!”

“Such ardor!” replied Lurra Rus as she and the Doctor followed Amy into the TARDIS. The doors shut and the TARDIS made its usual take-off noise as its lamp flashed and it vanished from sight while kicking up stray leaves.

“…Strange woman, that one,” remarked Cranky Kong. His stomach then growled. “Dang it, now I could use some bananas!”

“I thought you’d say that!” chuckled Donkey Kong. He pulled out three more bunches. “And I brought your chair and blanket.”

“Ah, so you’re FINALLY taking care of your elders, huh?” chuckled Cranky Kong as he was helped to his rocking chair. He spread the blanket over his legs and pulled a banana from his bunch. He then peeled his banana. Donkey and Diddy Kong did the same, then Donkey and Cranky saw how Diddy opened his.

“…What are you doing?” asked Donkey Kong.

“…I’m…peeling my banana,” replied a confused Diddy Kong.

“No, why did you open it like our less…talky cousins?” pressed Donkey Kong.

“Why does it matter how I open it?” asked Diddy Kong. “It tastes the same.”

“That may be, kiddo,” replied Cranky Kong, “but you’re starting with that little black piece!”

“Little black…oh!” realized Diddy Kong. “That’s just what’s left of the flower!”

“You know, given you and Dixie Kong’s frequent dates, I’m not entirely surprised,” remarked Cranky Kong.

“If it bothers you that much,” scoffed Diddy Kong, “how would you like me to eat my banana?”

“Any way but how you’re doing it would probably be okay with us,” replied Donkey Kong.

“Fine then!” Diddy Kong then turned his banana sideways and bit into it! Donkey and Cranky Kong blinked, then Donkey Kong rushed into his hut and picked up a banana-themed rotary phone. He dialed a number.

“Come on, Pauline, pick up!” he urged. The person on the other end picked up. “…Yeah, I know it’s early morning in New Donk City, but I need your help with Diddy! …Look, just send the New Donk National Guard to Kong Island, okay! This is a matter of international security! …I said what I said, Kiddo!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 4

Tiki Time: Part 3

Donkey Kong swung his massive fists at Amy, but Amy leapt out of the way. “DK, easy!” pleaded Amy. “It’s Amy Rose! You know, Sonic’s biggest fan!”

“Banjo Bottom ordered your destruction!” replied Donkey Kong. “I must obey!”

“But King K. Rool’s pulling the strings!” urged Amy.

“NO MORE LIES!” shouted Donkey Kong as he slammed the ground.


Diddy Kong fired on Lurra Rus. His guns fired oversized peanuts that exploded on contact. Lurra Rus managed to dodge. “Of all the times to wear a dress that restricts my running!” she grumbled.

“Stand still and let me shoot you!” insisted Diddy Kong.

“I’d rather not!” Lurra Rus continued dodging.


The Doctor had to wonder what kind of fighting style Cranky Kong was using, because he was keeping up with her Venusian Aikido! “You young whippersnapper!” taunted Cranky Kong. “Using a throw-centered fighting style on a primate! How stupid can you get?!”

“I assure you, there’s a method to my madness,” replied the Doctor. “Since I’m losing to you, might as well tell me how that hypnosis works. You know, tell me how your masters are controlling you.”

“The song’s carrying their psychic control into my mind!” answered Cranky Kong. “You can’t undo it without whacking my masters and I’m not gonna let you do that!”

“Well, it seems I have to treat a symptom before attacking the problem itself,” muttered the Doctor. She then pulled out a rod with a switch near the top. The top had a wide light lens and a few buttons on the handle. The handle looked like it had a copper wire curled around it. The Doctor flicked the switch and a strange buzzing noise filled the air. Cranky Kong clapped his hands over his ears, but the buzzing still entered his mind! “Cranky Kong, listen to me!” urged the Doctor. “I’m trying to disrupt the sonic control the Tiki Tak commanders have over your mind! You need to fight their psychic control! Their orders have no substance! No reason!” Cranky Kong strained as the Doctor’s device continued buzzing.

“ERGH! ARGH! G-GET…GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Cranky Kong shouted, then collapsed. Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong saw Cranky collapse.

“GRANDPA!” shouted Donkey Kong. He was about to land a haymaker on the Doctor, but she used her device to increase the buzzing’s volume. This time, Donkey and Diddy heard it and strained.

“Listen to me!” urged the Doctor. “The Tiki Tak Tribe’s hypnosis is dependent on music activating your brain’s pleasure centers! I’m blocking out the sound, but you must fight their psychic control! They’re weaker than you! Smaller than you! You can fight them! You can win against them!” The two Kongs held their heads, then shouted before collapsing.


All three Kongs groaned as they woke up. “Oog…my head!” grumbled Donkey Kong.

“How are you three feeling?” asked the Doctor. Diddy Kong blinked, then realized something.

“…It’s gone,” he said.

“What is?” asked Cranky Kong.

“The music. Can’t you hear it?” asked Diddy Kong. Cranky listened.

“…No, I can’t!” he said.

“Neither can I,” said Donkey Kong.

“Doctor, that device you had,” said Lurra Rus, “it’s some form of sonic device?”

“Did you make some sort of counter-frequency?” asked Amy.

“Yes to both questions,” replied the Doctor. “I built this during the rebuilding of Gallifrey. You know, when I thought the TARDIS was dead and I needed something to take my mind off it. In any event, the counter-frequency will block out the altered Tiki Tak music unless they use a new frequency.”

“Well, we better get to Tiki Tong’s base and teach him a thing or two!” declared Donkey Kong as he punched his hand.

“But King K. Rool’s sure to be there!” replied Diddy Kong. “What if he has the other Kongs under his control?!”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” answered the Doctor. “Right now, we have a volcano to climb.” Donkey Kong then spotted something. He then grinned.

“Why climb when we can fly?” he asked. He pointed at a barrel that had a rocket thruster, guidance fins around the bottom, and a small nosecone at the top.

“…What is that?” asked the Doctor, already guessing what it is and what it does.

“A rocket barrel?” quizzed Amy. “DK, we can’t all fit on that!”

“Actually, give me a sec!” replied Diddy Kong. “I can reinforce it and alter it so that we go straight to Tiki Tong’s base!

“Rocket barrels!” scoffed Cranky Kong. “In my day, we had to walk uphill both ways to get around the island!”

“We’re pressed for time, sir,” replied the Doctor. “Come on, Diddy Kong. Let’s get to it.”


The rocket barrel was modified, but Diddy Kong looked worried. “I dunno,” he said. “I know I said it could be done, but I wish we conducted some tests first.”

“There’s no time to do this by the book, I’m sorry to say,” replied the Doctor. “Right, all aboard!” Everyone hopped onto the rocket barrel.

“Priming ignition sequence,” said Diddy Kong. “Adjusting trajectory.”

“Sonic ignitor ready,” reported the Doctor. “Adjusting frequency on the Sonic.”

“…I feel like there’s a word missing from Sonic,” remarked Amy. “And I’m not talking about a certain blue hedgehog.”

“Yes, sonic what, Doctor?” asked Lurra Rus.

“It’s just sonic,” replied the Doctor, deliberately avoiding answering.

“Sonic what?” asked Cranky Kong.

“It’s just sonic! I’m all sonic’d up!” insisted the Doctor.

“Sonic what?!” asked Donkey Kong.

“SCREWDRIVER!” snapped the Doctor. That was when the rocket barrel fired and launched its passengers towards the volcano, screaming!


The rocket barrel flew into the giant tiki totem’s mouth and its passengers jumped off before it exploded. Inside, it was very dark. “…That…was hair-raising!” shuddered Amy.

“I don’t think I want to do…ANY of that again!” agreed Lurra Rus.

“Ah, you’re babies!” chuckled Donkey Kong.

“…Okay, I admit, you kids knew what you were doing when you made the rocket barrel,” said Cranky Kong. “But there IS one tool I need to complain about! A sonic screwdriver?!”

“I gotta agree with Cranky Kong on this one!” said Amy as she faced the Doctor. “Do you Time Lords just look at a screwdriver and think ‘This could be more sonic’?!”

“What, you’ve never been bored?!” argued the Doctor. “You never had to assemble a bunch of cabinets?! Besides, a sonic screwdriver is more than just a screwdriver! It’s a lockpick, a scanner, a remote control, it’s a Swiss Army Knife, just without the knife bit as knives are seriously uncool.”

“I beg to differ, Doctor!” called King K. Rool’s voice. The lights switched on to reveal King K. Rool and a massive floating tiki head with a crown and red dots for angry eyes.

“There they are!” snarled Donkey Kong. “King K. Rool and Tiki Tong!”

“So, you’re the main leader of the Tiki Tak Tribe?” the Doctor asked Tiki Tong.

“And you’re the Time Lord I heard about!” replied Tiki Tong. “Was that your TARDIS my troops knocked out of the sky?”

“Yes, and I’m rather annoyed at that. First you try to hypnotize me, then you attack my ship as if it were a UFO!”

“Considering how dangerous you are, I’m not too concerned!” dismissed Tiki Tong. “After all, you Time Lords destroyed our original homeworld!”

“I beg your pardon?” asked the Doctor.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Polymela.” The Doctor’s eyes widened as she recalled the mission. She wasn’t involved, but she DID try to warn the High Council.

“…Sir, the loss of your home is on Time Lord hands, there’s no denying it,” she said, “but enslaving an island won’t bring it back!”

“See, I’m actually FINE with the loss of Polymela,” said Tiki Tong. “Considering that if it were brought back, the Polymela Council would have executed me and my commanders for using our psychic and sonic abilities as we do! Who do you think told the Time Lords that the Daleks were building a weapons factory there?! It was the only way to destroy my rivals!”

“…What?!” By now, the Doctor’s blood boiled! “You…used us…to commit genocide!”

“Fascinating, I’m sure,” dismissed King K. Rool. “However, we have more important matters to attend to!”

“I know we agreed on revenge against the Kongs,” said Tiki Tong, “but silencing the Time Lord so she can’t do anything is more important.”

“My dear Tiki Tong, you speak as though you have a choice! Kremlings!” Various crocs like King K. Rool appeared with instruments modeled after the Tiki Tak Commanders.

“What is this?” scoffed Tiki Tong.

“Just take a listen,” replied King K. Rool. He then banged his belly like a drum to set the beat, then the Kremlings played their instruments, playing the hypnotic melody that the Tiki Tak Commanders make! The Doctor then noticed the helmets and gasped.

“Mind control helmets!” she said. “TIKI TONG, DON’T LISTEN TO-!” It was too late. The faces of the Tiki Tak Commanders and Tiki Tong went blank.

“…Welp, we now know who was gonna backstab who,” remarked Donkey Kong as he got ready to fight.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 4

Tiki Time: Part 2

“Doctor, the music!” yelped Amy as she and Lurra Rus covered their ears.

“I know! It’s the same as what we heard in the TARDIS!” The Doctor was trying to put up mental barriers.

“A fight, is it?” chuckled Krazy Kalimba. “I’m all too happy to oblige!” He amped up his music and caused greater strain to the Doctor.

“There…is no substance…to this melody!” strained the Doctor. “It’s an illusion! …It does not exist!”

“Listen to this melody, human,” replied Krazy Kalimba. “It is all you need to focus on. Let go of the stresses of free will.”

“I…am not…human!” snarled the Doctor.

“Your psychic abilities are impressive,” mused Krazy Kalimba. “I wonder which human taught you to…wait, what is that citadel?”

“My…my old home!” replied the Doctor. She then sent more images of Gallifrey, the Citadel, the TARDIS, all the images related to her heritage right into Krazy Kalimba’s mind.

“No!” insisted the wicked Tiki. “That…that is not true! …They’re dead! …GALLIFREY IS DEAD!”

“Not these days!” interjected Amy. “Lurra Rus and I helped the Doctor bring the Time Lords back!” Krazy Kalimba then screamed before falling to the ground unconscious.


Krazy Kalimba groaned as his eyes opened. He tried to rub his eyes…only he felt something restraining his arms. He then realized he was bound to a chair! “WH-WHAT IS THIS?!” he demanded.

“I’m asking the questions here!” replied the Doctor. “Why did Tiki Tong come back?”

“Lord Tiki Tong cannot be beaten by a mere moon being punched onto his base!” retorted Krazy Kalimba.

“From what I’ve heard and from what I’ve studied,” said the Doctor, “that should have been enough to reduce you to splinters.”

“Grill me all you want!” insisted Krazy Kalimba. “My wood is strong!”

“You know,” mused Cranky Kong as he stepped out of the shadows, “I COULD use some kindling.”

“HA! What are you gonna do?” laughed the wicked Tiki. “Scold me until I’m reduced to splinters?”

“No, but DK’s gonna punch you to splinters,” replied Cranky Kong. Donkey Kong cracked his knuckles.

“Still immune to your ugly music,” warned the gorilla.

“Y-YOU SICK LITTLE MONKEY!” yelped Krazy Kalimba, remembering his first meeting with Donkey Kong!

“So, unless you want a painful trip down memory lane,” growled Donkey Kong, “answer our questions! How did the Tiki Tak Tribe come back?!”

“IT WASN’T OUR CHOICE!” cried Krazy Kalimba. “WE WEREN’T READY TO RETURN! WE WERE HOPING TO WAIT UNTIL YOU PASSED AWAY!”

“A premature awakening?” asked the Doctor. “Who woke you up?”

“I dunno! Only Tiki Tong got his name! He never told the rest of us!”

“Did you see who did it?” asked Amy.

“Yeah, some fat croc in a red cape and crown and with a crazy eye!”

“Wait a minute, this guy?” asked Donkey Kong as he pulled out an old Smash Tourney dossier of the person.

“Yeah! That’s the one!” Donkey Kong growled at the confirmation.

“So, King K. Rool’s involved!” he snarled.

“Oh brother,” complained Amy. “That ham?”

“Who’s King K. Rool?” asked the Doctor.

“My arch nemesis,” answered Donkey Kong. “He’s got a hatred for…may-mels…people like us.”

“Mammals,” corrected the Doctor. “And this is just the Silurians and Sea Devils all over again!”

“…The what and the what?”

“Never mind that!” snapped Cranky Kong. He turned his attention to Krazy Kalimba. “Why did you try that hypnotizing trick again?!”

“The Croc promised that he’d upgrade our hypnosis powers so you Kongs can fall under our spell!” replied the imprisoned Tiki. “I don’t understand, though! Banjo Bottom got your smaller friend!”

“WHAT?!” shouted Donkey Kong. He grabbed Krazy Kalimba and brought him up close to the gorilla’s snarling face. “YOU BETTER NOT BE TALKING ABOUT DIDDY KONG!”

“Easy!” yelped Amy. “We still need him alive!”

“Where’s Diddy Kong and this…Banjo Bottom character?” asked the Doctor.

“Do answer quickly,” instructed Cranky Kong. “Diddy Kong’s a good friend of my grandson here.” Donkey Kong tightened his grip just a bit to prove Cranky’s point.

“TH-THE MINES!” yelped Krazy Kalimba. “THEY’RE AT THE MINES IN THE CAVE!”

“You’re coming with us!” snarled Donkey Kong. “If we find out you’re lying-!”

“I GET THE POINT, OKAY!” wailed Krazy Kalimba.

“So, which way?” asked the Doctor.


“I have to admit,” muttered the Doctor as she carried Cranky Kong, “I never thought I’d be carrying an elderly gorilla on my back.”

“Ah, quit your complaining, young lady!” replied Cranky. “You need the exercise anyways! You don’t hear Donkey Kong complaining!” He pointed his cane at Donkey Kong as he carried Lurra Rus on his back while Amy had Krazy Kalimba roped to her back.

“Lurra Rus is lighter than you, Sir,” retorted the Doctor. “And you, you’re what, 80? That’s pretty much a child on my home planet. I’m at least 3,000 years your senior!”

“Pull the other one!” scoffed Cranky Kong.

“She’s not lying, Cranky Kong,” replied Amy.

“The Doctor’s people have a tendency to cheat death,” explained Lurra Rus. “Although, that’s because they can rewrite their whole genetic code to become a new person.”

“Wait, you serious?” asked Cranky Kong.

“It’s true!” snapped Krazy Kalimba. “All Time Lords like her are cheaters like that!”

“Like you don’t fear death in some small measure!” scoffed the Doctor.

“And that’s another thing, Time Lords?” asked Cranky Kong. “What, are you guys time cops or something?”

“When the Web of Time is threatened, yes,” replied the Doctor. “But we’re mainly observers. So don’t go asking us to undo any major tragedies in your world, we can’t do that.”

“Fine by me,” remarked Cranky Kong. “That just sounds like too much of a quick fix! And a messy one at that! Let me tell you, a quick fix always results in a mess down the line! All these kids these days-!”

“Oh boy, here we go!” complained Donkey Kong.

“THAT’S MY POINT, YOU YOUNG WHIPPERSNAPPER!” shouted Cranky Kong. “IF YOU KIDS WOULD GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR BUTTS-!”

“Hold up!” called Amy. “There’s a cave ahead!”

“Aha! There’s our stop!” cheered Donkey Kong. He let Lurra Rus off his back as the Doctor and Amy set Cranky Kong and Krazy Kalimba on the ground.

“Krazy Kalimba, if you please…” purred Amy as she summoned her hammer and held it over Krazy Kalimba.

“…Um, Banjo Bottom!” he called into the cave. “I-I’m here! I got the Kongs!”

“You tried to hypnotize them without my beat, did you?” scoffed a voice from within the cave. Out stomped a fat humanoid crocodile with a huge, bloodshot left eye and a normal right eye. His tummy was golden and he wore a red cape and a crown. Accompanying him was a banjo tiki.

“KING K. ROOL!” roared Donkey Kong.

“And Banjo Bottom, I presume,” said the Doctor.

“WHERE’S DIDDY KONG?!”

“Oh, he’s right here,” replied King K. Rool. “Diddy Kong, come out!” Donkey and Cranky Kong looked behind King K. Rool to see a spider monkey Kong knuckling his way out of a cave. He wore a red baseball hat and a red shirt with a gold star design.

“DIDDY KONG!” called Donkey Kong happily. “Hey, little buddy!”

“Wait,” urged the Doctor. “Remember what Krazy Kalimba here said.”

“…No!” realized Donkey Kong. He looked closer at Diddy Kong’s face and saw that he was in a trance!

“I wasn’t exactly lying!” laughed Krazy Kalimba. “And now we have two more Kongs! Lizard King, the beat!”

“That’s King K. Rool, you stupid pile of splinters!” snarled King K. Rool. He still banged his tummy like it was a drum, setting a beat.

“And away we go!” called Banjo Bottom. He started strumming out the hypnotic melody as Krazy Kalimba joined. Donkey and Cranky Kong’s faces went blank!

“Oh no!” gulped the Doctor.

“They’re not-!” begged Amy.

“I rather think they ARE!” warned the Doctor.

“What are your orders, Masters?” asked Donkey Kong in a monotone.

“Krazy Kalimba, Banjo Bottom, why aren’t THEY hypnotized?” demanded King K. Rool as he pointed at the Doctor and her companions.

“The Time Lord is able to resist the psychic part of our melody,” replied Krazy Kalimba. “She must have passed on that resistance to her companions.”

“Time Lord?!” yelped Banjo Bottom. “You can’t be serious!”

“I’m afraid so,” answered Krazy Kalimba. “I saw images of Gallifrey! Of her previous incarnations! She calls herself the Doctor!”

“THE Doctor?! The Scourge of Skaro?!” Banjo Bottom glared at the Doctor.

“Well, he’s not wrong,” confirmed the Doctor in a roundabout way.

“Then I know exactly what the Kongs need to do!” hissed Banjo Bottom. He turned to the hypnotized Kongs. “Donkey, Diddy, and Cranky Kong, turn the Doctor and her companions into a red paste! DESTROY THEM!”

“As you command, Master Banjo Bottom!” replied the Kongs in monotonous unison. They bared their teeth at the Doctor and her friends, Donkey Kong pounded his chest and howled a gorilla’s challenge howl, Cranky Kong twirled his cane as if it were a bo staff, and Diddy Kong pulled out two wooden guns.

“Oh dear!” gulped the Doctor.

“Impromptu Smash round!” muttered Amy as she readied her hammer.

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Ssylphiel's Kingdom The Year of Ssylphiel

No Curses, Thank you!

Ssylphiel checked herself in the mirror. She had a Dark Day Celebration coming and she picked a witch outfit that would hopefully prove sexy enough. She made sure the bodice revealed her cleavage, but still obscured her nipples. She floofed the petticoats in her skirt and checked to make sure her midriff wasn’t obscured, then she checked her makeup. Perfectly spooky for the upcoming month and the party. Lord Dravis Goodblood and his wife were attending and she wanted them in her bedchambers. All that was left was her hat. It was a traditional witch hat. She tilted it so that her hair flower was still in view. “There we go,” she purred. She then heard a knock on her door. “Come in,” she said. Sanliel then came in. She was dressed as a sexy vampire with a skirt, hair rose, bodice, and cloak. “Ah, a Vampire Elf maiden, hm?” purred Ssylphiel with approval. “But why the worried face? Afraid I’ll hoard Dravis and his wife? They asked after you. I think they’d approve of an Elf maiden in our chambers.”

“Well, this costume was a gift from Lord and Lady Goodblood, and I’m glad to hear I’m invited for a little bedtime fun with them and you,” said Sanliel, “but that’s not why I’m worried.”

“Then what troubles your mind, my little Sanliel?” cooed Ssylphiel as she started coiling the Elf.

“It’s…well it’s not exactly a sexy matter,” replied Sanliel. She pulled out a rock. “I finally teased out why your blessing box had this. It’s from my cousin, Benvar.”

“The soldier boy? I remember him.”

“I’m sure you had fun with him, but this is gonna make you want to stay away from him. It’s a cursed rock and he wants you to bless it with a cage of iron.”

“Oh, he wants me to undo a curse? …Iron doesn’t exactly stop curses, but Ancestral Silver-”

“No, he wants you to enhance the curse’s potency.” Ssylphiel arched an eyebrow in confusion. She took the rock from Sanliel.

“I don’t normally do something like that,” she muttered as she coiled Sanliel up to her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. “Come to think of it, why would he want any Divine Being to enhance this thing’s curse?”

“Elven beliefs,” explained Sanliel, “say that if you can get someone to accept a cursed item as a gift, the curse will transfer to the person.”

“You know, I think I’ve seen that in action,” mused Ssylphiel. “But…what kind of curse could be on a rock?” Sanliel hesitated in answering.

“…That rock’s from the Battlefield of Eternal Tears,” she finally said. Ssylphiel threw the rock across the room and slithered at top speed to a corner the furthest away from the rock! That battlefield was the site of the bloodiest battle in the history of the world and was aptly named!

“Just why would your cousin want to pass that kind of hot karma on to someone else?!” she yelped. “A cursed rock from that place doesn’t NEED enhancing!” She heard gasping and realized she tightened her tail’s grip on Sanliel’s neck, cutting off her air! She relaxed her coils and Sanliel caught her breath.

“Benvar…” she gasped, “had a childhood buddy. …They turned on each other over a woman that turned them both down. They’re both active-duty military and his former friend’s unit is about to deploy.”

“…Have you summoned the Tree Guard?” asked Ssylphiel. “Because I’m NOT blessing this thing.”

“Did so the instant I got the details. Benvar’s been arrested for stealing from a historical site and the Tree Guard, last I heard, is about an hour away from our northern borders.”


The Tree Guard arrived at the palace gates in two hours. They were a combined Elf and Dryad unit dedicated to preserving historical sites. Ssylphiel slithered out of the palace and approached the Guard. “Who’s in charge?” she asked.

“We are,” called an Elf man as he and a Dryad arrived. “We were informed that a rock was taken from the Battlefield of Eternal Tears and, by our oath, we are here to retrieve-!” He didn’t finish his usual spiel as Ssylphiel practically shoved the rock into his hands.

“You know the reason behind the theft?” asked Ssylphiel.

“Y-Yes, we are,” replied the Dryad commander in confusion.

“I only have two requests for you,” said Ssylphiel. “One, tell Benvar ‘Blessing refused’. Two, get that rock out of my territory and put it back where it came from! No one wants it here!”

“…I don’t normally hear of you Divine Folk refusing to bless something,” remarked the Elf, “but I speak for the Tree Guard when I say we approve.” The Tree Guard then left in short order. Easiest job they’ve had.

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Calendar Ssylphiel's Kingdom

Coiling 101

Basic manners for Nagas say don’t coil your lovers while panicked. You’ll accidentally cut off their air.