Chapter 3: No place like home, or no place at all.
"Well that sure was quite and adventure," said Dedede, who has curently become friends with Kirby, after their long bout with Dark Matter to recover the crystal shards. "Yes I know," replies Kirby, "but I can't wait to get home to Popstar. I have dreams every night about the wonderful landscape, the beaches, and the mountains. I'm taking a long vacation that's starts when we get back. You wanna come?" "I'd love too," said Dedede, "but me and the gang were thinkin of exploring the galaxy a little further while we're way out here. Who knows, we might discover a new star and become famous!" Kirby, although disapointed, wishes them luck then jumps on his warp star and begins the long journey home.
Kirby, being so eccited about the vacation, never even stoped to eat or go to the bathroom the whole way home! His mind was filled with thoughts of prety beaches and breath-taking mountain ranges. He could see Popstar coming into view, and decided he would make a landing at the capital where he could surprise everyoe with his return and be greeted joyfully.
Joy would be about the furthest word from what he accualy found. The blue skies were now a dark grey and the landscape had been charred by fire. The once happy inhabitance were all in shaccles and were working as slaves. He was overcome with sorrow with all that he saw, and didn't understand what was going on. He waddled over to his favorite juice bar, hoping there would be the same old owner there to great him, but the new owner was a snidely little fellow who seemed to be out to rip everyone off. He backed up against the wall, taking it all in, and felt something brush against his back. He turned around and saw a giant poster with his picture on it!. "At least these people like me too, maby I can convince them to release everybody cause it was all a big mistake!" Then Kirby saw a word in big bold letters that proved he was wrong yet again, WANTED! "Now, not only do I have no where to go," Kirby thought, "but I'm also a fugitiive!"
"Well that sure was quite and adventure," said Dedede, who has curently become friends with Kirby, after their long bout with Dark Matter to recover the crystal shards. "Yes I know," replies Kirby, "but I can't wait to get home to Popstar. I have dreams every night about the wonderful landscape, the beaches, and the mountains. I'm taking a long vacation that's starts when we get back. You wanna come?" "I'd love too," said Dedede, "but me and the gang were thinkin of exploring the galaxy a little further while we're way out here. Who knows, we might discover a new star and become famous!" Kirby, although disapointed, wishes them luck then jumps on his warp star and begins the long journey home.
Kirby, being so eccited about the vacation, never even stoped to eat or go to the bathroom the whole way home! His mind was filled with thoughts of prety beaches and breath-taking mountain ranges. He could see Popstar coming into view, and decided he would make a landing at the capital where he could surprise everyoe with his return and be greeted joyfully.
Joy would be about the furthest word from what he accualy found. The blue skies were now a dark grey and the landscape had been charred by fire. The once happy inhabitance were all in shaccles and were working as slaves. He was overcome with sorrow with all that he saw, and didn't understand what was going on. He waddled over to his favorite juice bar, hoping there would be the same old owner there to great him, but the new owner was a snidely little fellow who seemed to be out to rip everyone off. He backed up against the wall, taking it all in, and felt something brush against his back. He turned around and saw a giant poster with his picture on it!. "At least these people like me too, maby I can convince them to release everybody cause it was all a big mistake!" Then Kirby saw a word in big bold letters that proved he was wrong yet again, WANTED! "Now, not only do I have no where to go," Kirby thought, "but I'm also a fugitiive!"