Tiny Kong farted a stinky array of huge bassy farts as she stretched her long arms, being in her current, matured state as she glanced at the back of her blue pants, patting her gassy big butt as she farted another brassy deep pitched tuba toot, standing on the stinking sandy shore of DK Island as her flatulence echoed through the salty sea air with the chirps of the seagulls. "Hmmm... somethings never change... I wonder if I remember the time that Cranky tried to help me, but failed..." She then tried remembering her past as much as possible, thinking just as she was farting while exercising, managing to proof that her name may be tiny, but her body wasn't.

"...well? Come on, man!" Tiny Kong asked impatiently as she folded her arms while letting out a big fart, with the scene being back in the past, Tiny in her original, much younger look, but still as gassy as she stunk up her fart filled overalls with more flatulent gas. "Will you help me or not?"

"Give me time to think." Cranky Kong stated as he was going through his various piles of junk that populated his lab. "It takes time to come up with something good."

Tiny sighed as she placed her hands on her face, letting out a cute little poot as she shook her head. "The more I wait, the more... useless I feel." She said in defeat, deciding to shrink herself to suit her mood, even though her farts remained as loud as ever.

"Get used to it, kid. I had to wait well over 25 years to finally be playable in something." Cranky remarked with the shake of his old cane as he sorted through a brown cardboard box, with Tiny continuing to fart.