"Hey, Kirby!" shouted Dedede from atop his cannon turret. "Bet you thought you was da bomb, but it was actually me!"
Escargoon snickered. "Hit it, sire!"
With that, the greedy king dropped the barrel down to Kirby's plump pink cheeks and fired away. Kirby was blasted with a fiery explosion that nearly sent the mobile turret flying backwards in response.
"Did I get dat Kirby?" Dedede inquired happily. All of a sudden, the vehicle rumbled and shook. Moments later, it was rising off the ground. "Is dis levitting-ation?"
"My goodness! SIRE!" cried Escargoon.
"Pooooyooooo…" growled Kirby as he hauled Dedede's royal ride over his head with his impressive 10-meter thick biceps that seemed to have come out of literally nowhere.
"Holy cow!" gulped Dedede. "Dis here Kirby's got wings!"
AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!
With that, Kirby clutched the vehicle tightly in both hands, crumpled it into a ball effortlessly, and kicked it around with a hacky-sack. Both meddlesome riders were included all throughout the thoroughly jacked session.
Kirby ended his assault with a swift punt that launched the wad of jerks to the heavens.
Kirby growled a raspy "poyo" and beat his massive pink pectorals with his pulsating veiny fists of fury.
"Kirby is straight-up jacked, homedawg," said Meta Knight from a distance.
"Great going, Kirby!" cheered Tiff and Tuff. "You sure know how to put that lousy King Dedede in his place!"
The crunkled clunker landed in the ocean and sank to the seafloor. The two agents of mischief were able to wriggle out of the wreckage and swim to the surface.
"Dat Kirby think he has the pecky-abby goodness, but he ain't seen nothin' yet!" shouted Dedede.
"Sire, give it a rest. That last attack was downright insanity…" whined Escargoon.
Kine paddled over to Dedede and Escargoon excitedly. "Oh boy! You guys are here to be my new best friends forever!"
"Beat it, fish-lips!" grumbled Escargoon as he and Dedede made their way back to shore.
Kine wept.