GUESS WHO'S BACK?

...No, not Michael Jackson. He's dead.

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12: The Report

Give a spoken or written account of something that one has observed, heard, done, or investigated.


It was a normal day for Bandana Dee, Waddle Doo and Haddle—normal as in, running around crazily and doing work, while scolding people if they should feel necessary. They were running all over the place, hoping that this Meta Knight would not invade while their oh-so-stupid king was gone. If he took the throne, which was in the room past the arena, then Meta Knight would be deemed "king".

When Bandana Dee finally managed to slump in the cozy chairs of Comfortable Cabin, and took a sip of his tea, Haddle burst through the doors, spotted Bandana Dee, and dragged him out of Comfortable Cabin.

"NO! STOP IT! I'M NOT DONE WITH MY TEA!" Bandana Dee screamed as he flailed. But Haddle had an iron grip—there was no escaping him.

Bandana Dee was finally taken to the Communication Room, the room where they kept intact with their sent out troops. Bandana Dee sat on the floor, whining about his tea when he suddenly realized the change of environment. His head shot up as Waddle Doo stood there, looking rather impatient.

Knowing he was needed, Bandana Dee slunk into one of the chairs and pressed the button to activate the communicator. The screen immediately revealed a very angered Great King.

"Send the healing troops out. Immediately," he yelled as he raised his fist.

"But Great King! We—"

"Kirby has appeared, as he's beating almost everyone I have, and it will be a matter of time before he lands on the ship and attacks me," Dedede told them impatiently, "and I won't lose with a group of healers by my side."

"But, you see, Great King, you—"

"Do you want me to lose? I've been waiting for so long, and there is little strength left in my warriors! Kirby is beating them all without any problem whatsoever, and the only warriors I have left is Farlula and Rad Bonkers."

The mention of "Rad Bonkers" caused Bandana Dee to twitch in anger slightly. "But Great King," he hissed, making sure that his wonderful king had his attention.

Finally, Dedede huffed. "What—R. Bonkers, Farlula, you have to take that cursed pink lump together at the same time!—is it?" he said impatiently, while giving orders to his two remaining warriors.

"Great King, you see, the message I have been trying to relay to you for the longest time now..."

"...is that all our healing troops are gone."

"What?" Dedede screeched, staring in disbelief at Bandana Dee.

"You heard me. Our healing troops are gone. In fact, we never even had any healing troops. It was a section that you said you would train. Healer Dees, isn't that right? And they have white wings? Well, we never had any. At all. You just said that some of us 'might be trained'. But you see, you've been training to many to be soldiers, none of us are healers. This is your problem, and your problem only."

"Then do something! Send over soldiers, send in troops—"

"It seems that I will have to remind Great King that Healer Dees are the only army troop that can fly. Also, we have no boats, and you are in the middle of the sea. We have no ways of reaching you whatsoever." Bandana Dee felt sort of glad to say it.

Dedede stood and stared. "You must be kidding. Go—Go talk to that Waddle Doo friend of yours. I'm sure he knows how to train Healer Dees, I just told him how to. Before I left."

Waddle Doo stepped in front. "While that may be true, it is impossible to train a Healer Dee in such a short time. I'm afraid you'll have to lost this battle," Waddle Doo said as he deactivated the communicator.

Haddle had been watching in amazement, hearing everything about Healer Dees. After a bit of chokes and spits, he finally managed to splutter out some words.

"Waddle Doo, can you train me? As a Healer Dee?"

"Why?" Waddle Doo was slightly surprised. No one had ever asked him this question.

"I don't know, maybe just to make a small contribution to our great army."

There was silence for a while before Waddle Doo nodded. "Okay, then let's get you your wings first."