Disclaimer: I only own story idea, if there is something like this, it is mere coincedence.

"All we need, is the key." A voice said.

"What is this key?" Another voice questioned.

"You shall learn that later, now go off, fetch me some Bacon Tea!"

"Yes master!"

"Ugh." A Waddle Dee says, waking up. He had woken up just before the crack of dawn, it was an amazing sight to see. Every morning, a Knuckle Joe jumped up, and kicked the sky, creating a hole, which opened to 6:00 am. "Unpleasing memories." He murmured, closing the window.

He then scrambled over to the bathroom, then washed his face in the sink. "Okay Dylan, self, me, or whatever you call yourself, time for work." He then told himself. He waddled out of the apartment building towards the Bacon Tea factory. After 8 hours of crushing dead pigs into crumbs, then sprinkling them into a beverage, he realized his hunger, proceeding towards a grocery store. Dylan selected Cappy approved grade A bread, then walked towards the register.

He looked towards the cashier, a pink ball with red feet. "Ha, looks like one of those-" he was cut off of his trail of thought as the pink puffball turn around, revealing itself as a kirby. Dylan screeched, dropping his bread. He then attempted to hide himself while he bawled his eyes out.

"Are you okay?" The kirby asked as Dylan made a salty puddle.

"Here, master, your Bacon Tea." A voice said.

"Yes, now, onto the plan." The other voice replied.

"Yes master." A picture of the current happenings with Dylan popped up on a screen.