CHAPTER 27: THE UNKNOWN

Dedede waked up at 4 A.M. in the morning and went to brush his teeth and shave. Magolor, Knuckle Joe, Taranza, and Tuff were doing their daily duties too.

"Whatever happened to Lololo and Lalala?" asked Taranza as he peeled potatoes.

"He was sent into the fray last night." Said Tuff slightly sadly, but not as sad as when hes sister died.

Taranza gasped and drooped his peeler. "What in tarnation!" said Knuckle Joe. "But they are jut kids! I thought only the adults were being sent off last night."

"Yeah, but that only applyes to the frontlines," said Tuff. "Lololo and Lalala were really reliable as massagers so they are going to be lick carrying pidgeons," said Tuff.

"What a harsh world we live in these days…" muttered Magolor as he washed his hands, contrary to his personalitiy, Magolor didn't like to get his hands dirty.

Dedede was shocked to hear this too, but he knew it was for the best.

"Who are the adults that got sent out?" asked Taranza.

"Some high quality meat for sure," snickered Magolor rudely.

"That isn't very nice, Magolor," said Taranza.

"Jokes on you, lamebrain! Your girlfriend was the highest quality!"

"Shut up! You know I'm sensitive about that!"

Magolor felt a bit bad about what he had just blurted out. "Sorry…"

Taranza shot his a dirty look and picked up his peeler. He resume the peeling.

Dedede finished up and went to school where he learnt archery all day. He worked with Gooey and Pitch and Spynum was their teacher. Dedede was pretty could with launching, but had a hard time knocking and positioning his arms.

It wasn't hard for everyone else so Deedede felt like a total failure.

"Don't feel bad, Dedede. You're hammer powers are amazing. Just ask anyone." Said Spynum to Dedede with assurance.

"Thank you for being friendly, but we all know here that I am a total loser at all the battle stuff…" Dedede sighed.

Magolor and the others watched from the bleachers and felt really bad for Dedede. "We need to boost his comfidence." Said Knuckle Joe, reading his study guide.

"He'll never learn unless he get his butt kicked," said Magolor. "That's how it was for me, that is how it will be for everyone else."

"Not everyone is you, Magolor," said Taranza. He was over their prior squabble.

Magolor leaned back and stretched. "You'll see I;m right went it's my turn, eight eyes."

Meanwhile, Meta Knight was in the infirmiry with Dr. Yabui. They were staring at Kirby in his bed, still out like a light. He had not woken since that fateful day six months ego. The only thing that happened with him was that he occasionally spouted a "poyo" from his mouth.

"He's still muttering something about carnage?" said Meta Knight.

"Yes, and according to the graph, it's the only thing his neural pasaages manage to stay focussed on." Dr. Yabui showed Meta Knight the graphs.

"Ah… Poor Kirby," said Meta Knight to the sleeping pink sphere. "He's our only hope. Not ony is he the strongest asset our side has, but he is also the only one who has any idea as to what exactly is going on out there."

"Meta Knight, what do you know from recon?" said Dr. Yabui.

Meta Knight shrugged sweatingly. "Not much. From what we hear, the enemy uses vast amounts of otherwordy legions. Waddle-Dee-like pawns and Scarfies with more ferocious tendencies are among some of the horrors awaiting us on the frontlines. I haven't a clue as to to how many other horors await us."

"It's like when you first meet Mr. Frosty…" said Sword. "First all of the enemies seem simple, and then there's a much bigger one in the same room with ya that turns out to be leagues more difficult."

"Exactly," nodded Blade.

"One thing is for sure," said Meta Knight. "Without Kirby, all of Popstar is doomed…"