Heyy, this is my first fanfiction! I think it's going pretty good so far, but if you don't think so or have a comment, be sure to review. I can accept constructive critisism, suggestions, thoughts, and glazed donuts, but I can't stand flamers. So, if we're all ready, I guess we can start this!

Chapter 1:

Pink is so incredibly macho, and everyone knows it

"Kirby?"

"Snorrrre…"

"Kirby?"

"Snort-gargle… Zzzzz…"

"Buffalo cookies…"

"KIRBY!"

Suddenly, Kirby was awoken by a hard knock to the head-with a jukebox. It was his roommate, George.

"What the shit did you do that for?" cursed Kirby with extreme anger.

"Kirby, we have to go!" answered George.

"What, to another one of your counseling sessions? Your mom hates you, so just stop trying."

"Arrgh! No! … And no, she's just hard to get along with." George mumbled. "Riiiight…" Kirby said as he rolled his eyes. "We were called to the meeting at Metaknight's castle! He wants our help!"

After explaining to Kirby, the waddle-dee waddled out the door, tripped down the stairs, into the lobby, was bit by a dog, and ran outside and revved up his car and drove away-all in 10.5 seconds! Woooooo!

"Well," said Kirby to himself, "I should probably follow him, but… Yawn… He could (zzz) wait five more (snort) minutes…"

And Kirby fell asleep, but not for five minutes.

10 minutes passed, 20 minutes passed, 30 minutes passed. Kirby was too busy having a dream about levitating purple kittens to pay attention to the men marching up the stairs.

They came closer,

Closer,

CLOSER,

WHAM Ow!

Too close…

All of a sudden, Kirby's door flew open and flew off the hinges. In the doorway stood 5 extremely tall and muscular men (pretend they could all fit) all armed with swords! Kirby woke up with a start.

One man, draped in a purple cloak and a pink sword came closer. He was much smaller than the other men, about Kirby's height.

There was a pin on his shirt that read, "Hello, my name is Geraldo, Head knight of-" before Kirby could finish reading, Geraldo drew his pretty-pink sword and pointed it towards his face. Actually, it was more like a rubbery, floundering piece of plastic with pink paint. But that's not really important. It's shaped like a sword, anyway.

"Listen, Kirby," Geraldo growled in a menacing tone, "We have your little friend George, and if you ever want to see him again, you'll meet us at the city limits at exactly 12 o'clock tomorrow night. Be there if you ever want to see him again."

"Hey, how'd you kidnap him, anyway?" asked Kirby

"Erm… We… Found him… In the… Duh… Laundromat… Yeah… The Laundromat, right guys?"

The answered were varied, but were all said in threatening Italian mobster-like tones.

"Yeah, see?"

"Indeed we did, boss."

"Whatever you say, boss."

"No we didn't! I mean, yeah we did, see?"

"Err… thought we'se founds him in…"

"ANYWAYS..." Geraldo continued.

"Be there!"

A few seconds passed and the knights were still standing in the same position.

"So… What now?" Kirby asked. "Uhh, I dunno." Geraldo sputtered. "We're supposed to disappear in an ominous cloud of smoke, but I guess that's not happening. Just… Just close your eyes." Kirby played along and closed his eyes. One of the large knights made a "Phoosh!" noise and was punched. "Stop it you idiot!" "But it's fer effect, boss!" "Shut up!"

"Freaks…" Kirby yawned. "I guess I should go prepare."

Kirby got up from his bed, stretched, and fell straight back down on his mattress.

"George isn't worth the trouble of working…" Kirby whispered to himself.

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It's a good start for my story, I guess. Reviewand tell me what you think! KAWAII!!!