Funky Kong's antsy antics

Funky's antsy antics Pt 2

NEXT DAY...

The early morning light peeked through the wooden support beams holding up his hammock, gently nudging Funky Kong from his slumber. He stretched and yawned, his thoughts immediately drifting to the tension at the baseball game. Despite his usual carefree attitude, he still knew he had hurt Daisy's feelings, and the weight of his actions were still settled heavily in her stomach.

He nearly fell out of his hammock and let out a scream as he looked down at the running river below him.

Funky: Oh shit, almost fell off...ughhhh...

He quickly grabbed his shades and put them back on to cover his sleepy eyes. He walked over to the balcony again, and climbed over it back into the DK house and searched for a pair of Spare ripped Blue jeans he had lying around so he can get to his garage and start sketching out his upcoming contraption. He had in mind a way to help DK Island feel more secure and intact as he didn't want to have another instance of King K Rool invading.

The smell of coffee filled the air, and he followed it downstairs to the kitchen. Dixie was already up, brewing a pot of the strong, dark liquid. She looked over at him with a knowing smile.

Dixie: Rough night?

Funky: Nah, just had a bit much fun at the game yesterday.

Dixie: That's not what I heard.

Funky's cheeks flushed a little, and he shuffled his feet awkwardly.

Funky: I, uh, I might've been a bit too much.

Dixie: A bit? You practically started a food fight with the snacks.

Funky chuckled nervously.

Funky: Oh, you heard about that, huh?

Dixie: It's all anyone's talked about since the game.

He took a seat at the counter, his mind racing with thoughts of Daisy. But back with the contraption. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, his thoughts swirling as he began to sketch out his grand design.

The contraption was a mix between a giant robot and a fortress, complete with laser cannons and a sound system that could blast music so loud, it would scare off any invaders. It was going to be the ultimate defense mechanism for DK Island.

As he sketched, his mind wandered to the look on Daisy's face when she had screamed at him.

He stared at the sheet of paper as he recollected the image of Daisy, distressed, nearly breaking her vocal cords from screaming at him. He was completely spaced out until Dixie noticed.

Dixie: What's up, Funky? You okay?

Funky: Yeah, just thinking about something...

Dixie: It's not about what happened at the game, is it?

Funky looked up from his sketches, his expression serious.

Funky: Yeah, it is. I just...don't know what's wrong with that Daisy girl man...I don't know what it is...she's just always so...ugh, so sensitive.

Dixie placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Dixie: Sometimes, people just need a little space, Funky. Maybe you should go talk to her, apologize for what happened.

Funky's eyes widened, his head slamming on the table.

Dixie looked at him with a confused look as she backed up a bit.