Set 6 months after Kirby, Meta Knight, and King Dedede. Every universe has been merged and Kirby has bought a house. However, he doesn't want to pay the monthly rent. So, well just read this...
Kirby Hoops 3 on 3
Ch 1: The Mario Hoops 3 on 3 Basketball tornament
Kirby, mass murderer extraordinaire, and his partners in crime, Meta Knight and King Dedede, were watching T.V. when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Kirby said as he stood up. The puff-ball walked over to the door and grabbed Excalibur. He opened it and saw that it was the real-estate agent. "We're gonna have to kick you out of your house unless you pay up right now." He warned. "Uh, NO!" Kirby shouted swinging the blade and chopping the guy's head off. The murderer then dragged the body back into the house. "I just killed another one." "Just put him with the other 6000." Meta Knight replied sipping his cup of coffee. (DON'T ASK CRITIC 3. I DON'T CARE! THIS IS NO PLOT-HOLE. THIS FUCKING BOOK HAS NO PLOT ANYWAY!)
"We really need to dump them bodies off. It's staring to smell." Dedede complained. "QUIT YOU'RE YAPPING YOU FAT SACK OF CRAP!" Kirby snapped angriliy. ""Kirby, I think Dedede is right on this one. We also can't fit anymore in that locker. Some people are starting to notice." Kirby groaned. "Fine, I'll dump them in a lake tonight. Happy?" "Very..." Kirby plopped down on the couch and turned the T.V. off when Pokemon came on." "Hey, I was gonna watch that." Dedede complained. "I can't. It brings back bad memories for me." "Oh Kirby, stop being a baby. 3 Pokemon are all we delt with." Meta Knight said. Kirby picked off his healing skin from his scars and chucked it at Meta Knight's head.
WAIT! SCARS! OH RIGHT! HERE'S HOW KIRBY GOT HIS SCARS!
(Flashback, right before Quod-force's effect took place) "Why do we have to live here?" Dedede complained. "Dude, shut up! All you've done is bitch. Shut up." Meta Knight snapped. "Here's the key, Mr. Kirby." The seller said. "Thank you very much. DIE!" Kirby replied murdering him. The three made their way into the house. "Hey Kirby, did I ever play for you, the great music I downloaded on my new Ipod?" "How much did this cost?" The puff-ball asked. Dedede ignored the question. "You're going to just adore it." The music began to play.
"I know you love me. I know you care. Just shout whenever, and I'll be there." The Ipod blared. Kirby's face fell and Meta Knight quickly ran to the bathroom. "I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me now, flew me to places I've never been." Kirby ran to the kitchen and grabbed the longest knife he could find. "I'm gonna pop some tags, only got 20 dollars in my pocket. I-I-I'm huntin, lookin for a come up. This is fuckin awesome." Kirby jabbed the knife by his left eye and made 3 brutal cuts next to it. "Hey! I just met you, and this is crazy! But heres my number, so call me maybe."
Kirby jabbed the blade by his right eye and cut around it leaving a cut bordering his right eye. "We don't even have to try. Its always a good time!" Kirby jabbed the knife into the top of his head and cut down. The cut was near his right eye and extended down to his feet. "Oh I just wanna take you anyway that you like. We can go out any day any night." Kirby put the knife on top of the first cut and sliced all the way across his body just below his mouth. Dedede danced to these tunes as Kirby cut himself. "Wow, Kirby. You look like crap. How'd that happen?" Kirby looked at Dedede and the knife. "Wanna find out?" He asked.
(End) "That was real mature Kirby. I don't want your rotting flesh on my mask" "Its healing actually."Whatever. I just want to watch some T.V." The knight flicked the T.V. back on. "Why is all T.V. these days garbage?" Dedede asked. "I don't know. Kirby, I'm getting really concerned with our rent, though. We really have to pay it. Those annoying assholes are working for the landlords and-" "I know. I know." "How could we pay it?"
Just then, a commercial flashed on the T.V. "Mario Hoops 3 on 3 basketball tournament. Its here and it has no sexual orientation. Get used to it. It is a chance to win 1 billion dollars. Win the tournament and you win the money. Its that simple. I bet that'll be enough to pay off your rent cost." "My God, Its like its speaking to us." Meta Knight said. "Who gives a damn about this crap!" Dedede shouted. "Get back to the television!" Kirby cried. "You two are dumber then Crack Jack!" Meta Knight yelled. "Whose that?" Dedede asked. "Its some guy named Jack who smokes crack, Crack Jack." Kirby and Dedede looked at each other. "Was that a joke?" Kirby asked.
"You idiots, this is it! This is the chance we need to pay off our rent! No longer shall we murder the rent collecting douchebags that keep trespassing on our property." "You didn't answer my question." "Why the hell do you care so much, Kirby?" "FUCK YOU! THAT'S WHY!" "Can we go to the tournament?" "What're you high? Why don't we just rob the bank?" "Because all the banks are now hidden from you. We can't detect them." Meta Knight said looking at the Critic Three. "Oh how interesting." Kirby said also looking at him. "Can we at least go to the registration?" "FINE... You're lucky I'm nice to you."
Critic Three, before you post anything, read this: "An internet troll is a person who uses anonymity to cause frustration, anger, impatience or to generally be disruptive for no seemingly good reason EXCEPT to be that nuisance."
