REWRITTEN:
It's probably a little late to say this, but I should just say it anyway:
You can see how I don't capitalise the starting letters of "waddle dee", don't you? Isn't that curious? ...Well, while it's very common for people to write it out as "Waddle Dee", no matter what the circumstances... here's just how I think:
"Waddle dee" is a species. "Giraffe" is also a species. But you don't go around capitalising giraffe, do you? (Well, I hope you don't.) Same thing for waddle dee; get what I'm saying? You can continue writing waddle dee however you like, but that's just my personal opinion of it all.
Also, there's a Kirby's Epic Yarn ref in there. If you catch it, good for you. If you don't, then good for you too.
3: The Meal
Any of the regular occasions in a day when a reasonably large amount of food is eaten.
The defence against Kirby was, as always, futile. The pink puffball rolled them all over, burnt them to crisp, electrocuted them, whacked them, ate them (basically brought them down to the deepest pits of hell and yet not killing them). Bandana Dee and his comrade managed to escape unscathed by camping out in the Minion Hallways—which existence was unknown to Kirby—and after that, they headed down to Comfortable Cabin (or some just called it Comfy Cabin), which was a small building built at the back of Castle Dedede, another part which Kirby didn't know about.
"Oooh!" Waddle Doo looked out of the frosted glass windows, face lighting up like how a child's would. "Snow! Ice! Skating!"
"You can't skate," Bandana Dee pointed out bluntly. He sipped on a cup of tea and glanced outside the window, too. Snow was pretty. Not good for minion jobs, though. What a pity.
…Bandana Dee blinked at his own unintentional rhyme.
"I was thinking… we need to find a new hiding spot!" Waddle Doo suddenly said, skipping back to the couch and slurping his own cup of hot chocolate. Bandana Dee winced at the dastardly noise. "The Minion Hallways is really safe and all, but it takes too long to reach there. And those times we don't make it fast enough down there? We get sooo many injuries! What is my mother going to say to that?"
"Your mother," Bandana Dee began, and whenever he used that tone, he was about to say something quite cutting, "could not care any less for you. That is exactly the reason why she sent you to this no-salary place which only allows you to go back to your homes for five hours before returning a year."
"You're so cruel, Bandana Dee," Waddle Doo sniffled.
"That's good to hear."
They eventually walked over to the kitchen and helped to prepare the pork stew. Lunch was over long ago, and it was nearly time for dinner. In fact, it was already six-thirty. The grumpy king liked to have his dinner at seven.
"I dunno which idiot would put me in the kitchen, though," Waddle Doo stated as he stared at the unevenly chopped pork blankly. "Must have a quarter of their brain to do that."
"Who cares? Food is food. Nobody cares if it's fanciful."
"The king does."
"Pft, he can do his own fanciful food if he wants to. I don't have enough time myself for that."
