"Left!" rasped a voice to his left.

"Right!" came back the immediate response from the other side.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the Klaptrap turning the wheel wasn't so sure. His little legs were getting tired, and those two incompetent fools didn't have a clue where they were going.

"Left!"

"Right!"

With a sudden sickening crunch of metal against rock, the King's pride and joy came to a shuddering halt, knocking all three off their feet. The tough Klaptrap was up first, dashing eagerly across the broken bridge window to see what those goons had hit.

"You two are going to be in trouble!" he barked gleefully.

But that pair weren't the only ones in trouble. Deep within the gloomy bowels of his latest creation a furious King K. Rool sat on his throne, glaring down at the quaking generals of his vast Kremling army.

"Well? I'm still waiting for an answer..."

His plan couldn't fail this time, or so he had thought. But like so many times in the past, he'd underestimated just how useless his scaly minions could be. It had taken years to build, but now his mighty island stronghold lay immobile off the coast of its first target-Kong Isle. Perhaps all was not lost, though...

"Power up the Blast-o-Matic. Target is Kong Isle. Fire when ready!"

Instead of a defending explosion, there came only a pathetic whimper.

"I'm so v-very sorry your m-majesty, but I'm afraid the Blast-o-Matic isn't quite w-working yet..."

K. Rool turned to face the white-coated technician responsible for the bad news. The King began to cry.

"It's just not fair..." he sobbed. "I really thought I was going to win this time."

Klump waddled over and put a consoling arm around his distraught leader.

"Don't get all upset now, your excellency. We'll go and capture those nasty Kongs for you. Then we'll steal their Golden Bananas as usual so that if any Kongs escape us, they'll be too busy looking for them to come and ruin your magnificent plans."

As King K. Rool watched his generals leave, he wiped away his crocodile tears and began to laugh. His little play acting had worked, and now those Kongs would soon be history. He glared down at his bemused technician.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get the Blast-o-Matic working. I've got an island to destory."