Guess Who
Well... Today so far was a little weird.
It seemed like the perfect setting for something interesting to happen, and indeed LOTS of interesting things happened. It all began before I woke up in the morning.
I had been dreaming, obviously, but it wasn't at all a pleasant dream. I felt like I had to run for my life the entire time – and I was indeed running for my life. It wasn't the typical monster-is-trying-to-get-me nightmare. No; this was much different. All I knew is that someone powerful and almighty wanted something from me, something important. A notion at the back of my head told me that it could mean ultimate devastation if the dude got it – and there was no way I was gonna let him have whatever I have. So I was running through the entire dream, past explosions across a blue scene, with tentacles waving into the air from the ground. It had been hard to breathe there, and I felt lightheaded; but I kept on running. An explosion behind me, and I toppled over. In the dream, I heard Kirby cry out,
"Keep running, Pikachu! Just go!" I didn't answer, but I kept running on and on. I had heard myself panting heavily and a beeping noise steadily increasing its frequency. On and on I scurried, trying to distance myself from the world's danger as far as possible, when I suddenly ran into darkness. Time slowed down, and I was suddenly drifting through nothingness. Before I woke up, cold sweat moistening my fur, I heard a low, rumbling, menacing voice whisper,
"You can't run away forever... You're mine."
So, that was the first thing that happened. The second thing came around shortly after breakfast. I was helping to put away dishes with Kirby when the kitchen phone rang. Samus, who was nearby eating her simple breakfast of toast and jam, used her adult privileges to answer it. Normal stuff, honestly – we continued to stack the dishes into the cabinet. I was about to put the last dish in the cabinet when I heard Samus fall behind us, phone clattering on the tiled floor. Quickly turning around, I saw that she was knocked out cold, her skin pale. Right away, I could see something wrong. One, Samus is a very strong person, so it takes a whole heck load of beating to bring her down – even a Falcon Punch can't leave her trembling on the ground. Samus wasn't just trembling on the ground – she was KO'ed. Setting the plate down, I jumped from the counter top and onto the floor. Hurriedly, I walked over to Samus, and waved my hand over her face. Nothing. I poked her cheek and she still didn't respond. Jee, something really got her this time.
"Hello?" I heard a voice come from the fallen phone. Tentatively I picked up, hoping that I wasn't going to be knocked cold, too. Whatever the other person had at the other end of the speaker, that was some potent stuff.
"Yes?" I finally answered, holding the phone slightly away from me.
"Samus?" The voice sounded like a computer, a machine humming, except it had fluctuations in tone. By the sound of it, the speaker was a guy, and he sounded concerned. There is number two – the mysterious caller.
"No," I replied slowly and carefully. There was a sigh from the other end.
"Is she there?" the voice asked me. I heard machinery and gears whirring in the background. Where in the world did this guy call from. My fingers nervously tapped the phone.
"Ah," I began uncomfortably, wondering how to explain Samus's current condition to this mystery man, "she's a little... Distraught. She can't really talk right know, sorry." Another metallic sigh.
"Is she all right?" I glanced down at Samus's face, and then to Kirby, who made a slight shrugging gesture.
"I guess so," I rubbed the back of my neck, thinking, "Would you like me to leave a message for her?" Machines continued to whir in the background.
"Yes, that would be favorable," the voice answered, "Tell her that Ghor said hello, and that we are all okay."
"Okay," I said, nodding. I was about to hang up when the voice spoke up again.
"Don't forget to say 'we'," and then the mysterious caller hung up, a long, drawn out beep replacing the background sound of machinery. Dumbfounded, I returned the phone to its cradle, as Kirby shifted uneasily behind me.
"What was that all about?" my pink friend asked me. I only shrugged.
"No clue, Kirby," was my response, before looking down to Samus, "it's just I wonder how come she was so stunned when the dude called her." Kirby merely shook his head, and together we went to get some help from Cap'n Falcon.
That was the second thing. Third thing is that Spinni actually wasn't uptight about my interrogation after I told him that all I wanted from him were answers. He seemed to be very fond of Doc, who took care of Spinni when he was younger. Like myself, Spinni had been dumped from his family, but in this case it was because he remained blind long after his siblings had gained their vision. He told me that his parents were tired of taking care of him, so they left him on the streets to fend for himself. His father was a sharpshooter himself, and his mother a sculptor, and both were heavily disappointed that he couldn't see. Especially his father, who wanted a boy to grow up with the same talents.
"I sure did, all right," Spinni sighed bitterly, folding his arms, "Just a little too late." I frowned at him, feeling sorrow well up inside me.
"Why don't you go back?" At that point, Spinni raised his head in the direction of my voice, almost as if he was looking directly at me, seeing.
"Do you really think I can go back now, with a criminal record like mine?"
At lunch, there was a fourth, strange happening.
"There was a call for you this morning, Samus," I said to the distraught woman. Samus tilted her head up just slightly, staring at a space just beyond her sandwich. She gave a short nod for me to continue. In my head, I was wondering if I shouldn't say anything at all, considering the fact that Samus went flat out unconscious earlier. I gave in – the man on the other end of the conversation sounded like he really wanted to talk to Samus, or at least know that he said, "hi". I honored his wish.
"In that call, there was a guy called Ghor. He said, 'hello'," I started watching Samus carefully. The bounty hunter trembled in her seat at the table, and fingered her uneaten sandwich, and shook her head, as if doubting something, deciding something was impossible. I waited for a few more seconds before continuing.
"And he said to tell you that, 'we' are okay." I emphasized the "we", just how the mystery man wanted me to. Just then, Samus looked up, her intense, blue eyes gazing directly at me. I have never seen an adult look as helpless in the presence of a child, let alone a rat.
"We?" The bounty hunter's voice was soft.
"That's what the guy said," I confirmed. Who was "we"? But Samus seemed to know. She muffled a cry with her two hands, and squeezed her eyes shut, rocking back and forth. From the corners of her eyelids, tears began to fall down the contours of her slim face. Now, that was strange. I've already told you that Samus is strong. She is also emotionally strong, but now I bear witness to her tears. Kirby and I glanced at each other.
"How is that possible?" She cried into her hands, "How?" But, as quickly as her time of weakness came, it went. Samus stopped shuddering, remaining perfectly poised, and removed the last trickles of tears from her eyes with a firm brush of her hand. She stood up, leaving her sandwich sitting forlornly on its little, white plate.
"Thank you, Pikachu," she said, nodding. Then, briskly, she turned and walked out of the dining room off to another part of the house, calling for her husband.
"Jay? Jay!"
"Sammy?"
"Can you tell Ness that I am sorry I cannot take him to his friend's house today?" There was a pause.
"Wait, Sammy – you're leaving so soon?" Another pause.
"Jay," Samus said to her husband before moving out of hearing range, "they are waiting for me – could this really be a miracle?"
"Who?" There was silence to me, but farther away in a hall, Samus answered.
"They are? How can that be? I thought they were..." Captain Falcon's voice trailed off as the two moved away from hearing range. So, the captain now knows too.
I was greeted into Kirby's secret room with a dart whizzing at my head. In the nick of time, I had ducked and the projectile made a satisfactory "thunk!" into the bulls-eye right behind me. Scowling at the yellow rat, I yelled to him,
"Hey, watch where you're throwing those things, next time!" Spinni stuck out his tongue at me and grinned.
"You should watch where you're going," I brought in his lunch – a grilled cheese sandwich that Captain Falcon had left for Ness. I felt a little bad for the kid, but I could easily say that Yoshi ate it, because he usually did when morsels were left laying on the kitchen counter. I opened the cage, and delivered Spinni his sandwich. I watched him wolf it down, frowning.
"Am I starving you?" Spinni brushed some crumbs from his muzzle.
"No," he said, his mouth half-full, "but I am still growing, aren't I?" Spinni finished off the last bit with a snap of his jaw, much more like a crocodile than a mouse.
"Besides," the ninja continued, "I never tasted anything this good in a while." I raised my eyebrows.
"They're just grilled-cheese sandwiches," I said, appalled. I mean, cheese is great and all, but it's not the greatest – at least in my opinion. Spinni had other ideas about food.
"Well," Spinni leaned back in his wheel, fingering another dart, "we never really had a good cook, so I would sometimes 'go out' for dinner," We, as in the Squeak Squad. I nodded, but knew he couldn't see me. Yet another question plagued me, and now there wasn't anything to stop it. I deemed it a simple, friendly question.
"What's life like?" I asked him. Spinni faced towards the sound of my voice, suddenly alert. He gave me a frown, his eyebrows furrowing. Sitting up straight, he tilted his head to the side and asked,
"What do you mean, 'life'?" He sounded slightly offended by my question. I winced, noticing my mistake a little late. I mean, what kind of life was a thief's? He must have lived on the run, hated and despised. And he's only a kid.
"I mean," I said, trying to rephrase my question, "How's..." I tried thinking of a different question.
"How's Daroach?" I quickly recovered my stance, "What's he like?" Spinni frowned at me, and raised an eyebrow.
"What does that have to do with my life?" he asked, giving his ear a small scratch with a mere paw. The ninja's voice seemed a little taut, so I merely shrugged. There was silence – oh wait, he can't see me.
"I dunno," I sighed lamely, "Just thought." Spinni gave me a suspicious look, frowning before he answered,
"I rarely hear from Daroach in person – he's real quiet. I usually get his orders from Doc. I think Doc speaks to Daroach the most, unless Storo is somehow talking to Daroach more than I think he does." Spinni then scratched his chin, thinking more before continuing, "There was this one time when I talked to him, though. It was about his family – and that was just all." My ears pricked up to this new information; ever since I saw Daroach's picture, I wanted to know what his family was like. Ah, Spinni would say I'm really nosy, but who cares? I sure don't (obviously).
"What did he say?" I leaned closer, to better hear what the yellow ninja had to say. Spinni simply readjusted his shades, and frowned. We sat in silence for a long time, him pondering carefully, and me listening anxiously. I gave the stool a few impatient taps with my fingers.
"Well?"
"That's really personal info, Pikachu," Spinni sniffed, tilting his nose into the air, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
"If he ever comes," I muttered under my breath. Of course, with his super-sharp hearing sensory, Spinni heard me. He gave a small sigh, and kicked aside a fold of blankets in his wheel.
"I hope he does," the ninja admitted softly, "or at least someone." I raised my eyebrows, surprised to hear this response from him. But then again, thinking through my own experiences, I could understand. The two of us were abandoned by our families to fend for ourselves in this world, with no one really loving us. Sometimes, sitting in that rat cage, I felt as though that if I disappeared from the world, no one would ever care or even know that I no longer existed. Well, maybe the shopkeeper because he would have to carry out my body or worry about someone thieving me, but that's not the point. In Spinni's perspective, maybe he hoped that someone would notice that he was actually gone – someone that actually would care. The world's a lonely place when no one knows you're alive. I gave Spinni a small smile that he hopefully felt.
"What's so bad about us?" I asked him, "I mean, Kirby is not beating you up or anything, is he?"
"No," he laughed, and then continued, his voice trailing, "it's just that for a while I wished I was... Well, I kinda wished I had friends." Inside me, I felt offended. I frowned and gave a snort.
"What's wrong with us?" I snapped. Spinni only grinned back, apologetically.
"There's the small bit of history between Kirby and me, and Yoshi is... Well..." Spinni looked for a word to describe my dinosaur friend nicely. But how can I blame him? Upstairs, Yoshi was perhaps spinning around on the ceiling fan, judging by Kirby's distant scoldings for him to get down.
"Weird?" I suggested.
"Yeah, weird," Spinni agreed. I realized that he had made excuses for all but one person.
"What about me?" I demanded, with a slight attitude. Instead of getting nasty like he usually did, the ninja adjusted his shades and merely grinned back, shrugging.
"You're okay, I guess," he said, "Super nosy, but okay. It's just..." Spinni trailed off again.
"What?"
"You're keeping me locked in a cage," the yellow rat finally stated blatantly, "It makes me feel like I'm in juvy or something." Now I could understand that – I never liked the shopkeeper back from my pet store days for locking me in a cage. Looking at Spinni, I realized that he had no where to go, really. He's just looking for a friend, even if it got him into one of the most notorious bands of thieves in the galaxy. So, I crossed over to the door of the cage, and with my electrical powers, I remove the lock and chains. Spinni's ears pricked up as he heard the metallic pieces fall to the ground with a ringing serenade.
"There," I said, putting my hands to my hips, "happy now?" Shocked, the yellow ninja sat numbly in his wheel.
"You can go," I told him, standing aside. Cautiously, the rat sniffed, slowly approaching the door out of the cage. He faced my direction, his shades glinting.
"That's it?" he asked, almost timidly.
"Yeah, I had my song and dance," I answered nonchalantly, nodding. He raised an eyebrow.
"No more questions?"
"No more questions," And Spinni, giving me one last glance, followed my scent trail up the stairs and out the door. When I reached Kirby's room, he wasn't anywhere to be seen, and my pink friend had a questioning look on his face.
"Seriously Pikachu?" he said to me, "You let him go, like that?" I didn't really know what to think about it. I was just drifting indifferently, and somewhat emptier – or fuller. Spinni was an okay guest, and my head filled with questions, wondering if he actually made it back to the Squeak Squad safely. So, I merely shrugged, not knowing how to answer. There's the fifth thing – I let Spinni free.
Yoshi indulged us with a tea party in Kirby's museum of dead things – a formal tea party complete with several stuffed animals dressed in gaudy pink garments. Being one who liked to dress up, Kirby took about three hours to finally arrive. By then, the tea was cold. I, for one, was grouchy because Yoshi insisted waiting for the puffball.
"Hey guys," Kirby greeted us, tipping his tall hat before taking a seat next to a teddy bear, "sorry to keep you waiting," I gave a sharp laugh and crossed my arms.
"What were you doing?" I snorted, "I swear to you you're worse than a preppy high schooler when it comes to outfits."
"Well, I had to pick a spray paint for skin color, first," Kirby stated matter-of-factly, "That took up a bit of time,"
"Obviously," I interrupted, muttering under my breath. Kirby stuck out his tongue at me and continued.
"And then I had to pick out a hat – that took a while, too."
"As it always does," I muttered, and drank my cold tea, "It's gotta be dinner time around now." Kirby inhaled a cookie, not minding to my comments. For a while, we sat in silence, munching on cookies, when Kirby broke the silence.
"Why did you let Spinni go, anyways?" Again, I didn't know what I should say.
"I guess I felt kind of guilty," I answered him finally, shrugging, "Besides, it's almost school time again." Recently, I had rediscovered time, and according to the calendar, there was only one and a half weeks left of school. It made me sad, but what have I really done? Not much, so I guess it wasn't much of a grievance. Just then, my ears pricked up to the sound of the doors opening. Looking over, I saw Ness floating over, light as paper, holding a phone in one hand. Landing neatly next to a stuffed pony, he held out the phone to me.
"It's for you, Pikachu," he said, and drifted away, using his magical prowess. Wondering who would be calling me in the first place, I hesitantly answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"It's me," said a somewhat familiar voice on the other end of the line. It was restrained and hushed – in the background, I heard other people talking. I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing.
"Spinni?" I asked.
"Shh!" the ninja hushed me, "People can hear you – they don't know I'm a criminal, yet." I was shocked. Where was he? How did he call us? And how is he using a public phone without attracting the police?
"Wha-where are you?" I asked, lowering my voice to an urgent whisper. There was a pause.
"That's my question," Spinni finally answered. I expected that someone was giving him a funny look – hopefully, no one noticed his signature shades.
"Hey," Spinni's voice came through the phone again, "Is... Well..."
"What?"
"Can I come back?" I flipped head over heels in my mind. What was this guy thinking – I mean, he was complaining about being captive several hours earlier, wasn't he?
"Already?" Was all I could say. There was a small sigh.
"Please?" His voice sounded anxious, "I don't know where else to go – the only place I know around here is yours."
"Wait a minute," I said, switching the phone to my other hand, "how did you get here in the first place?"
"Where?"
"Here, as in my house. How did you get here from wherever you came from?" Silence answered.
"Please?" came the desperation again.
After that conversation, I found out that Spinni only made it as far as downtown before he was finding himself in hot water. When he arrived back outside Kirby's bedroom window, he was covered in black soot, with scraps of potato sacks around his body. But his questioning sight didn't change anything about the event.
Sixth thing - Spinni came back.
***
I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go on a walkabout. Outside was cool and clear, and the stars shone bright over head, casting a bluish tone all over the field. Grass and leaves crackled and crunched under my feet as I walked through the night. Inside me, I felt a huge conflict going on.
"I hate being normal," I said aloud, to no one in particular. Around me, crickets chirped and the wind blew, causing the forest's canopy to rustle together. Emptiness. What was I going to do for the rest of my life? This? I wanted to capture the Squeak Squad because I wanted a challenge, so I wouldn't be bored. Who knows how many summers will pass on by like this one, with me doing nothing.
But I guess I'm wrong. I met an intergalactic criminal, Spinni, and befriended him. Most people don't even get to do that in their entire lifetimes. Even better, I captured an intergalactic criminal notorious for escaping every crime scene clean. No one has ever caught a Squeak.
"Well, I guess I did something, then." I wandered on, pausing to look at the dark shadows that lay lurking under the eaves of the trees. All was quiet and peaceful – I felt calm now. Back to bed for me.
"Where can dat Spinni be?" a sudden voice came from the dark. Fear shot up my spine, and I crouched low in the long grass, hoping that I was unseen. In my gut, I had a feeling that this voice could belong to the police, or a Squeak. The police I can deal with easily – a fib on the top of my head would suffice – but a Squeak? Or even worse the rest of the Squeak Squad? There would be a band of fighters versus just one me. That, my friends, is not a good thing.
Crunches of leaves drew closer to my hiding spot. I shifted slightly and as quietly as I could. I tried my best to peer through the blades, but all I could see was the deep, dark forest. Shuddering, my breath grew quick.
"Storo, be sensible," there was a voice that sounded like it was spoken through an intercom, "he's inside the house." My fears have been confirmed. Great, how am I supposed to stand up to a guy probably five or six times my height, and twenty times heavier than I was? Storo could sit on me, for all I care. I shifted in the grass again, and saw glowing orbs of light, illuminating a UFO shape. If the neighbors looked out of their windows at this moment, they would be able to claim they have seen a UFO. However, it wasn't piloted by an alien – I had a good feeling that the dude speaking to Storo was his comrade Doc (because Storo definitely has alien homies).
"Quiet," a new voice hushed. It was a tone of solemnity, one of high order. Darn it – not only I have to go against a UFO pilot and a sumo wrestler by myself, there was the magician. I had a good feeling Daroach had come as well. Spinni got his wish – his buddies had come for him.
"Do ya tink that they gots him?" Storo asked dumbly again. I snickered to myself – I guess he was mainly composed of muscle, then.
"What was that?"
Oh snap, Daroach heard me. I shook like jello – what now? Silently, he was floating over to my patch of grass, larger than life. The light from the stars caught the smooth surface of the gem on the end of his scepter, causing it to gleam maliciously. With him and the other two, I would be creamed.
Damn it, I'm the one who stood up to a killer general and raging bear! There is no reason I should be afraid of these guys!
Just then, cold metal prodded my crouched position, prompting me to stand up. Dignified, I stood up, glaring at Daroach full in the eye, not willing to let his height overcome me. His golden eyes flashed, almost like a brand of fire being stoked.
"Boss," Storo stumbled over to look at me, "it's-a little muncher, ain't it cute?" He had a sneer in his voice that I didn't like.
"Now that it's seen us," Doc hovered over, his strobe light landing on me, "we have to do something about it." Daroach raised his head, keeping his eyes on me. All of them loomed down on me, giving me the royal glare-down-the-nose.
"What is it, Doc?" Storo asked his counterpart.
It?
IT?!
"I am a she," I shouted at the three, feeling fury erupting from me like a volcano, "and my name is Pikachu!" Before the even had the chance to laugh, my electricity vamped up to high frequency, and I used it to grab Doc's metallic ship. I spun around, thrusting my arm out, sending the UFO spinning into a tree. It crashed, toppling over to the side. I breathed, and looked back up to the other two.
"You guys better get it damn straight," I warned them, clenching my fists, "Or else you'll think twice about messing with me again." Daroach's eyes narrowed, and a fire was brandished from within them.
"Do you even know who you are talking to, little girl?" he hissed, gripping his scepter.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" I snapped back, stomping the ground. I didn't give a crap, not a notion concerning his super magical abilities. There was no way this guy was going to treat me as an inferior. With that said, I lunged for him.
But when I was just about to sink my claws into that smug face of his, Daroach smirked and vanished. From behind me, Storo slammed my body into the ground with his huge fist.
"Not so high and mighty now, huh?" the fat, blue rat jeered. I groaned, removing myself from the dirt. Before me, I only saw another bus bully from school. My blood pounded from inside me, and electricity swarmed around my fist. I ran up to that fatso and threw him a pay-off, sending him flying up into the air. Jumping up, I spun around, my tail hitting him full in the stomach. It was a much more powerful impact than I expected, because Storo flew far, collapsing on top of Doc's wreck fifty yards away. Landing neatly on my feet, using my arms to steady myself, I then glanced up at Daroach. He faced me now, the wind causing his cape to billow around him.
"There," I spat, "I took them out in two hits – what are you going to do now?" The leader's eyes glinted from the darkness under his hat, and he smirked.
"You fool," he said quietly. The rodent turned slightly to the side, and produced a hammer from nowhere, spinning it in his paw. Three stars wheeled chaotically round the head, flashing brightly. He thrusted his weapon at me, and a star hurtled my way. I leaped to the side, and the star collided into the earth. Dirt flew up into the air as the star retreated back to its minions, orbiting the hammer. Again, the leader swung his hammer, and a star flew at me. This time, I felt something strike me in the gut, and I was flung back. Before me, Daroach disappeared, and I felt yet another strike hit me on the back of my head. I flew in a different direction, and again I was struck. I was being tossed about like a rag doll by the leader.
"HEY!" I fell to the ground as Daroach's attention was caught by someone knew. I saw his paw clench tight around his hammer.
"Remember me?" It was Kirby, with his fighter band wrapped around his head. How did he know I was in trouble? From beside me, Daroach hissed,
"Do I need to?" Kirby adjusted his band and glared with his starry, blue eyes.
"You better," and the puffball lunged into action. He ran towards Daroach before the rodent could react and threw three punches. Quickly spinning in the air, Kirby delivered three kicks, and a slash downwards. He touched the ground before going airborne again, performing an uppercut, planting it firmly under Daroach's jaw. Just then, the rodent lashed out, this time using his scepter, and flung Kirby to the side. The pink puffball landed in the grass with two feet, but Daroach was already on to me. I was ready for him, and Kirby was going to help me.
"I've got cho back, Boss!" Storo yelled to his leader. Kirby spun to face him.
Okay, maybe he wasn't going to help me.
Daroach spun his scepter casually in his paws, seemingly unconcerned with Kirby's attack. I watched his ruby-tipped cane spin round and round.
"What is this, a show?" I jeered at the leader. Daraoch gave me a smug grin.
"Might as well be one," he answered lightly, and then pointed the ruby end of his scepter directly at me. A cold wind rushed towards me, and rolled to the side just as a beam of icy particles rocketed over. On the ground, Daroach rushed in, swinging his hammer, landing blows that cuffed the sides of my head. Now that he was in close range, I let loose my energy. Electricity exploded from my epicenter, and Daroach was flung down to the ground. I stood up straight, eying Daroach as he raised his body into the air again.
"Fool," he spoke to me in his quiet, deathly voice, "don't you know it takes much more than a few blows to strike us down?"
"Me too," I answered him coolly, and I charged at him again. This time, Daroach used neither scepter or hammer – he slashed at me with his sickled paws, scarring my side. I sliced him with my tail, and he jabbed at my stomach. His claws slashed across my face, freshly opened scars burning. Just scratches, I told myself. Now, I'll give him something that really hurts; jumping clear out of the range of his sabers, I dug my claws into the fine tissues of his ear. Suddenly, Daroach yelped and used both of his paws to rip me from my hold and throw me into a tree, a paw still tight on my neck. With his other paw, Daroach brandished his hammer. Eyes shining with embers sparking from deep within, he grinned.
"In the end," he reduced his voice to whisper, as he leaned in, his hat hanging menacingly over his eyes, "you lose." He raised his hammer for the KO.
FWING! Something speedy and metallic spun through the air behind Daroach, and its momentum slammed into the rodent's hammer, tipping the starry cane out of his paws. As it clattered onto the dirt, Daroach turned around.
Spinni held a shuriken between the digits of his paws.
"It's Spinni, Boss!" Storo called out, seeing the yellow ninja. Stunned, Daroach let go of me, and I fell to the ground. My neck regained feeling.
"Spinni," his leader was at loss for words, "why?" Spinni adjusted his shades with a paw and sniffed.
"They mean no harm," the yellow rodent answered, "I'm still here, and not in prison. Trust me, Boss." The gray leader's face became contorted, trying to register what his minion was saying.
"With him?" he cried, pointing his scepter towards Kirby. Spinni shrugged.
"I'm still not in prison," he replied simply. Daroach's grip on his scepter became tight – I can tell that this guy was getting really mad. So was Storo – he loaded a punch to throw at unsuspecting Kirby, one I swear could knock the poor puffball to the moon.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Before any of us could react, a green blur charged by from the house and slammed headlong into Storo's side. The fatso was propelled into the trees, knocking down even the tall and sturdy. Standing in his place was a stiffly grinning dinosaur. Dumbly, Daroach stared at Yoshi. Then he turned to Spinni.
"You betrayed us?" Spinni looked taken aback.
"No!" he cried in defiance, but how was Daroach was supposed to believe that? Instead of venting his fury towards the yellow ninja, the gray leader rounded on me. Malignantly, he pointed his scepter at me, and said,
"You'll regret this," The ruby began to glow a bright cyan color as ice dust swirled around it's end. In a few moments, I will become a Popsicle. What is Kirby doing? What is Spinni doing? Are they going to help me?
Suddenly, I had a rather remote idea.
"Ring ring, Yoshi!" I called out to my dinosaur friend, "the phone's for Daroach!" Catching on, Kirby tossed his phone to me, already calling to Yoshi's iLuigi. Just as I caught it, Daroach fired a concentrated, powerful beam towards me. I held out the iLuigi, it's LED screen opened to my offender, and squeezed my eyes shut.
At that moment, Yoshi held his phone to Daroach so the gray leader could receive it, LED screen open to the rodent.
BAM! The beam was sucked into Kirby's iLuigi and shot out of Yoshi's, right into Daroach's back. He fell forward, collapsed on the ground.
Trembling, I glanced up to see Spinni. The yellow ninja, seeming to meet my gaze, looked away, and shook his head.
Three intergalactic criminals out cold on the forest floor. What to do with them now?
It gets worse every chapter, huh? Nowadays, I don't have much time to write my chapters (in fact, I stayed up til three in the morning to finish this one), so bear with me. Those who still stayed with the KPY through all of these long periods of silence, I want to thank you. I most seriously appreciate your support. Thank you.