For months, Meta Knight and Jecra have always been arguing over which one of them is stronger. The two argue about this subject every day. Kirby didn't mind the arguing much, but King Dedede couldn't stand any more of it. "All right," Dedede shouted. "How about you two tough guys have a thumb wrestle to figure who's the strongest? I'm tired of all this fighting! I just want to get it over with!" Meta Knight and Jecra looked at each other. "Deal…" they both said at once.

The two knights and the Dedede were at the castle. Dedede was going to spectate to make sure neither one was cheating. "Wait a second," started Jecra. "Before we begin, I think we should put something on the table." "You mean our hands?" Meta Knight said in confusion. "No, I mean a bet." "Oh, okay." Meta Knight started. "If I win, you have to wash my cape every day for a month and buy all of my mask shine." "Fine," replied Jecra. "If I win… you… Meta Knight… will have to… ummm… kiss Kirby!" "What!?!?" Meta Knight yelled in total shock. "Fine, it will give me more of a reason to win."

"Alrighty," said Dedede. "You have placed your bets, now let the match begin!" The two knights gripped each other's hands. "It's over!" shouted Dedede. Meta Knight could not believe it. In an instant, Jecra had won. "You know what that means," Jecra teased.

"No! I'm not doing it!" screamed the loser knight. "You have to. It was part of the bet." "That doesn't mean anything!" "He's right," interrupted Dedede. Jecra added, "and if you don't get it done in five days, I'll tell the pink puff that you once had a crush on Marx." "But that isn't even true!" "That's what makes it better!" Meta Knight became silent. He was using foul play now, but Meta Knight didn't have a choice. "Fine," Meta Knight replied. "I'll seduce Kirby. I'll lift him off of his feet. I'll make him love me!" "Good luck with that," Jecra said. "I'm keeping an eye on you so don't think you can get away not doing anything."

With this, Meta Knight left the castle. He had quite a challenge ahead of him.