Prolog

Kirby woke up on Friday morning. Looking at the clock, he was shocked to see that it was already nine o'clock! Kirby was going to be late!

Quickly, Kirby jumped out of bed and sprinted down the hall. On the way, he passed Mario's room, links room, Pikachu's room, and many more. But all of them where empty. They where all already there.

Kirby took a sharp left at a corner, and continued his sprint. He couldn't be late, he couldn't! His fans where counting on it

Eventually Kirby came to two large doors. He pushed them open and slid inside.

Inside the doors was a scene anyone else would have stopped to gaze at. The doors led to the world of smash, to New Pork City, specifically. But Kirby had no time to stop! He had to get to battlefield, and if he hurried, he just might make it.

Suddenly, Kirby saw something that made him stop. It was his friend, Knuckle Joe. But what was he doing here? He should be at battlefield, with all the others. So Kirby slowed down to ask him.

"Hey Kirby," Knuckle Joe had said. "What're you doing here?"

Kirby answered in a language that is hard for humans to understand. What Kirby said, translated to English, was, "I could ask you the same question."

Knuckle Joe looked at Kirby for a second, then said, "Wait, you did get to the battlefield, right?"

Slowly, Kirby shook his head. Knuckle Joe frowned, and said, "Surely they couldn't. . .you where one of the original twelve. . ."

But Kirby knew what Nintendo was like. Kirby knew everyone had had to be at the battlefield at 9:00 sharp. And Kirby knew the consequences for if you didn't get there on time. . .

Kirby had missed the brawl tryouts. And now he was going to be cut.