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.