"Where is it? Don't tell me you lost it again!" a deep voice echoed through empty hallways.
"I'm sorry master…It fell out of my pack…" a childish voice whimpered at the mercy of its master.
"I can never send you to do anything, can I?" the voice sighed.
"It won't happen again, master…" the small voice whimpered.
"It better not. Now go find it! It is the key to the universe…" the deep voice said, younger voice hurried out of the temple, the plan unfolding in its mind…
"Kirby!" Fumu yelled as she ran down the street. "Ugh, where could he have run off too?"
"Maybe he's at Kawasaki's." Bun said, licking his Popsicle.
"Maybe…" Fumu said, sighing. "No, we've already been there. Twice!" she said.
"Well, where could he be? It's been a whole week." Bun said.
"Ugh! Let's ask Meta Knight…" Fumu mumbled.
"You only want to go see him because you love him~!" Bun teased.
"Bun!" Fumu shrieked and swatted Bun with a magazine she had picked up off the street.
"What's this magazine about anyway…?" she mumbled, unrolling the magazine.
"Fabulous Living?" Fumu mumbled quizzically. The magazine was printed in a different language, with the exception of the title. She thumbed through the magazine, looking at the glossy pictures of people dressed in fancy dresses and stylish tuxedos. There were giant mansions, fountains with angels spouting water, and jewelry with giant emeralds and pearls.
"Wow…" Fumu breathed. Her eyes fell on a picture of a tall girl with yellowish skin and long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing an attractive green and pink dress, and some makeup. Fumu's eyes strayed to the caption underneath the picture.
"Fumu! The Star Of Fashion!" the caption announced. Fumu caught her breath and sat on the dusty road. She stayed there all day until Bun came up to her and tugged on her arm.
"Huh?" she mumbled absentmindedly.
"Where have you been?" Bun asked, "It's time for dinner."
"Okay…" she mumbled. She grasped the spine of the magazine and walked away with Bun. She didn't notice the sheet fall away from the magazine, or the shadowy gloved hand pick it up. The figure watched the twosome walk down the street, and grinned to itself. Things were working out perfectly… just perfectly...