CHAPTER 3: THE VISITATION
When Dedede got home, he quickly did his homework (horribly and lazily as usual) and then went to eating dinner at the royal table. Escargoon sat at the other end sipping fruity beverages.
"well, sire, did you learn how to be an adult today?" Escargoon teased. "Because I'm guessing not since you're still pretty short and stupid!" Escargoon laughed and Dedede began to cry.
"You know how mean you are, Escargoon?" fumbled Dedede between sobs. "You should stop being so unsupportive of me!"
"Oh, sorry sire, it's just so fun!" Escargoon said as he picked up a piece of paper with words on it. "You see this? This is our current charter and it says that all rulers must be over 25 years of age in order to be in the throne."
Dedede was scared at Escargoon's words.
"So that means I'm going to be the next king unless you can somehow age back to normal by the end of the school year!" Escargoon laughed again and tucked the charter back in his shell pocket.
Dedede seathed like a steamed carrot and cried. "I'm gonna be a critical thinker when I'm though with this year! I'll do science experiments and get my body back before you have the chance to steal my throne, you slimmy snake!"
"Don't bet on it, kid!" Escargoon taunted as he loaded the finished dishes into the dishwasher and laughed some more.
Dedede went to his room that night and cried into his pillow. He hated how Escargoon was so pushy and rude. Now he could potentially lose it all just because of some freak accident.
It was then that the curtains in his window flying open and revealed a sneaky figure!
Dedede saw him and gasped and fell on the Floor. "Who are you and why have you invaded my castle?" he said.
"It won't be your castle for long, Dedede!" said the figure.
"You know about the charter?" said Deddde stunned.
"Yes, my name is Marx. I'm just your average every day dogooder and I want to help you get your life back, okay?"
Dedede was hesatent at first, but then shook his hand with Marx's hat. "Okay, I'll trust you, but only if you tell me what you could possibly want in return."
Marx smiled a sneaky grin. "Oh, I don't want much. Just let me be your guide to all things high school. I'm one year ahead of you so I'll just be your big brother type."
Dedede smiled. "That sound's good. I won't cry as much due to the troubling qualities. You can help me that way."
Marx left the castle and then Dedede went to sleep with happy thoughts and an idea to get his life back.