It had been six months since the disappearance of King Kong. Little Kong liked to think that he was doing a good job of being Skull Island's ruler. But some of the residents were getting riled up. They did not think the same as he did. They figured that, since the king was gone, there was a need for change. They just couldn't see that a Kong was supposed to be king.

It was just another day on Skull Island. Back when King Kong had first turned up missing, everything had been different. It was still different today but Little Kong had learned to live with it. There wasn't much he could do, not unless his father returned. All he could do was keep Skull Island safe and rule over the residents.

Even if the residents hated him.

Feeling sad, Little Kong sighed. King Kong had taught him what he needed to know about ruling a kingdom. But it was much more difficult than he imagined. The young king didn't feel ready to be king. He felt like he needed to learn more. He needed more lessons on how to be king. Most of all, he needed his father. King Kong would know what to do here.

Little Kong was thinking about all of this as he laid on his back on top of the tallest mountain Skull Island had to offer. He had finished his morning kingly duties and decided to take a break before he got back to work. To pass the time away, he went cloud watching. The fluffy white clouds slowly drifted along the sky's blue canvas. The sun played hide and seek with them, ducking out of sight every now and then before popping back out. Everything was quiet and peaceful.

Then came the screams.

Hearing the screams, Little Kong leaped up to his paws. That sounded like the native humans of Skull Island. But strangely not. Either way, whoever was screaming was clearly in trouble. They needed help. And they were going to get some. Letting out a bellowing roar that echoed throughout the area, Little Kong ran towards the source of the screaming, kicking up dirt as he ran. He was determined to save whoever was in danger, no matter what it cost...