Chapter 1: A Dark and Stormy Morning
It was about 10:00 am when the king of Dreamland woke up from his deep slumber. He slowly sat up with a groan, walked over to the enormous window, and noticed that it was pouring rain.
"Ugh. It sure is nasty out," he grumbled. "I guess I'll have to cancel that town meeting. Good, I wasn't looking forward to it!"
He turned around and walked out of his bedroom door, walked down the hall a bit, then shouted, "ESCARGON!" He then continued to walk down the hall and entered the door to his left, which happened to be the dining room/kitchen.
"ESCARGON!" Dedede yelled.
"I'm right here!" the strange looking (and very annoyed) snail said.
"Do you have my breakfast ready yet?!" he asked.
"No, sire. You know I always make it when you wake up," Escargon truthfully replied.
"I'M HUNGRY! SO MY BREAKFAST SHOULD'VE BEEN MADE ALREADY!" the king screamed.
"I don't even know what you want!" the snail argued.
"I WANT A HEAP OF PANCAKES, BACON AND EGGS SUNNYSIDE UP! DUH!"
"Then why don't you make it yourself you big lazy-" Escargon grumbled.
"What did you say!?" Dedede interrogated.
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Escargon said with a sly smile. The infuriated ruler then started to ravage through the cabinets and the refrigerator, but found nothing.
"There's nothing good to eat!" he shouted.
"Well, that's your problem and not mine!" Escargon said.
"No! It IS your problem 'cause you are going out and getting some NOW!"
"But sire, it's pouring rain, not to mention the lightning!" he said. Then, a flash of light and a rumble of thunder appeared out of nowhere.
"See what I mean?" Escargon said.
"Great. Just GREAT!" the king complained. "Well, if you need me, I'll be watching Channel DDD and doing absolutely nothing…" he said as he plodded out of the kitchen.
That didn't even make sense… Escargon thought to himself.
Later that morning, Dedede was still sitting on his bed in a lazy position, staring at the television in front of him. It was still stormy outside; in fact, it was worse. His stomach growled loudly, causing him to sigh.
"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt your… doing whatever, but there's something at the front door," Escargon announced as he walked into the king's bedroom.
"What?! Who would deliver mail on a day like this?! Melman can't be that crazy!" Dedede said. "What is it?"
"It looks like some sort of a basket…" he said.
"Basket?! Maybe it's a picnic basket!" Dedede eagerly said as he rushed out of the door.
"I wouldn't count on it…" Escargon mumbled under his breath.
The greedy (and very hungry) king ran down the hall and into the main room where the doors were located. He then rushed over to the large set of doors, which blew open very quickly from the wind. King Dedede grabbed his hat to prevent it from flying away, closed his eyes tightly, and slowly trudged forward. Then, all of a sudden, a lightning bolt struck right in front of him and hit the basket in front of him.
"HOLY COW!" he shrieked. He looked down at the basket. Somehow, it seemed to be in perfect condition.
"What in the name of Dedede?!" He lifted up the blue fleece blanket that covered whatever the basket contained, and found an… interesting surprise.
"That's no picnic!" King Dedede exclaimed as he peered at the little pink puff ball that was soundly sleeping in the little basket.