Crikey, where could those interviewers be?

It’s been a good while since we’ve came out here and I’m starting to think bringing a cranky croc out in the open with me was an ill advised decision.

I do have ears, you know?

Right you do, I’m sorry, you beautiful croc.

Don’t you try to flatter me.

They’ve arrived.

‘Ey Irwin!

Crikey, you look even better in person, mate.

Is this supposed to be some form of imitation?

I’ve been trying to work on my Australian accent, and it hasn’t worked out very well, I see.

Regardless, nice to meet you!

Yes, nice to meet you both.

If you don’t mind me starting questions, how did you two meet?

I imagine something interesting must’ve happened for you two to cross paths.

I had heard DK left Kongo Bongo to become king for a day, what an air-headed fool.

He was already being handed king of Kongo Bongo on a silver platter.

Anyways. I was tired of dealing with the other incompetent imbeciles back home, so I set off on my own endeavors!

Unfortunately for me, my ship could not withstand the tides of the ocean and I got washed away to shore not long after.

Once I was on shore, I encountered DK once again!

The stupid simian knocked me out cold and next thing I knew I woke up in the Australia Zoo.

Yeah, I saw this bloke passed out on the shoreline during a vacation of mine.

Looked nothing like any animal I’d ever seen before, completely foreign to me.

I decided to bring him back to the zoo, since I’d wager that’s preferable to leaving him knocked out on the shoreline.

On a related note, I know you’ve worked in wildlife conservation for a long time.

Do you still plan on working on wildlife conservation during the tournament?

It’s been a little rough, I’ve not been able to help as much as I used to, but I still help out as much as I can.

I’ve been helping sea life along the shoreline of the beaches a fair amount, while my good croc buddy over here scours through coconut trees for some reason.

I think he said something about a crystal coconut, and crikey, does that sound cool.

YOU NUMBSKULL!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GIVING AWAY MY SCHEMES LIKE THAT!

ARE YOU TRYING TO FOIL ME!?

No, not at all, calm down there fella.

We gotta work on your temper there, big guy.

Apologies, that was most crude of me.

A crystal coconut?

That sounds like a technological breakthrough!

...though if you’d rather not talk about it, I would rather not get on your bad side.

What a smart penguin you are.

I don’t understand what you guys are talking about, but I’ll move on.

How far do you two expect to go in the tournament?

Well, we’re going for the crown, of course!

I couldn’t become the heir to the throne of Kongo Bongo, so I suppose this will have to suffice.

I don’t mind how far we go, as long as I get a good look at the fascinating specimen around this island.

Even now I’m having a conversation with a talking crocodile and a talking penguin.

I’ve heard our opponent in the first round is a sentient tennis ball, all of this just purely fascinating to me.

What do you mean you don’t care how far we go, you blundering buffoon?

You don’t care about going for the crown?

What’s the point then?

Well first off, still gotta work on your temper, mate.

Second, there’s so many fascinating creatures here.

All these specimens at my fingertips is an absolute dream for a conservationist like myself, win or lose.

I suppose so, but what fits my interests is the crown!

I’ll blow through any schmucks in our way to get it.

Steve, you mentioned being fascinated by Tennis Ball?

He is indeed your round one opponent, what do you think of him?

Crikey, I could just never imagine something like that being possible.

How does a sentient tennis ball even work?

That little fella is a true marvel of nature.

I personally am going to have a ball!

I plan on bringing my trusty blunderbuss with me and shooting that tennis ball far, far away.

A blunderbuss, eh?

You think I could fix that thing up for you?

I’m sure I could spruce it up with some parts I have lying around.

You know, maybe you aren’t half bad.

Well, that sounds dangerous for Tennis Ball.

Good thing the King installed that recovery center.

Oh, so he can recover scott free from harm?

Oh goodie, I’ll be sure to have extra fun with my blunderbuss.

You know, I think an angry croc with a cannon is still less dangerous than most people I’ve met.

Really now?

Well, I desperately need to up my game then.

Well… you have fun, I guess.

Come on, Gary, we need to leave now.

Alright, goodbye you two!

I’ll come back to revamp your blunderbuss later!

Oh, do I look forward to that.

See you fellas around!