A/N, i may not be getting reviews, but still, I like spilling my idea's on Fanfiction.

Dylan waddled over to the library, the smartest people he knew hung out there. "Tears of sadness as tears of joy? Why must Saylor read all those riddle books?" Dylan muttered to himself. He entered the library, and went over to the meeting room. On sundays was the puzzler meetings.

"And that's how the Popstar revolution occurred." A Bronto Burt said. Dylan then walked up. "Hi Dyl-Pickle, what's up?" He said.

"Bob, can you help me solve a riddle?" Dylan asked.

"Of course, lay it on me."Bob said, pulling out an audio recorder.

"Well, last night, this happened…" Dylan began to explain everything that happened yesterday in the best way he could. After a few nods from Bob, he and the rest of his friends began to decipher the riddle. Being experienced, it took them seconds.

"We have figured out that for you to achieve happiness, that the Kirby from the supermarket is the lock, and you're the key." A rocky said. Dylan began to chuckle. "NOTHING DIRTY! OKAY! THIS IS K+ FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

"So, that Kirby is, like my, soul mate?" Dylan questioned. Then, the door was kicked down, and a squad of Blade and Sword Knights came out.

"You are under arrest for an illegal and uncertified organization! The Sword Knight said.

"But we have papers!" Bob said.

"And where are they?" The Sword Knight said.

"At home?"

"That's it, take 'em away!" Then the Blade Knights dragged all of the puzzle solvers away.

"If You're family said remember, we will too!" A Chilly said.

"This must've been important, so pair up with the Kirby!" The Rocky said.

"For us, and your Family!" Bob said, as they were carried off. Dylan hardly could believe what he saw. All that remained was a half piece of paper and a worn pencil. He wrote down some notes.

"Perfect….." Marx said, slurping Bacon Tea.

"But master." The weaker voice said. "He's on to us."

"Relax, he's too dimwitted to find out it was us. Also, have you destroyed the other Lock?"

"Remove? I thought you simply said move, master."

"FOOL!" Marx slapped the servant across the face. "This will all fall apart!"

"But master, before the lock is opened, we can do something."

"If you're wrong, your life is on the line. Now I require more Bacon Tea!"

"Yes master."

"And make sure to include the chemical."