Episode III: Twinkle, Twinkle Little Yoshi
So many stars lightened the dark seas of the limitless nighttime sky. The silvery full moon shined like a light bulb in a dark room, lending its light to each and every corner in order to brighten this room known as Earth. But it seemed that the moon was focusing its light on a lone island in the middle of the ocean, favoring that particular area over the rest of the world. The wind moaned; it was almost as if Earth itself was moaning from jealously because of the moon's "favoritism".
Nature was a good magician that night, especially when it came to flashy acts like this. Ah, what luck it would be if someone were watching this…
…Lo and behold; a lucky someone was indeed watching this! He had the best seat in the house too; inside the island…Yoshi's Island…
A figure stood on the beach of isle, admiring what he's observing and experiencing for the first time in his life. The moonbeams shined on his green body, lightening the tone of his color as a result. He started to sniff with his big round nose—which occupied most of his face—wondering if these beams had a special fragrance of some sort. It was an idiotic thought, but creatures of his kind had a big imagination.
"It smells like a flower!" He yelled with a childish soft voice as he started to wave his four-fingered paws around him, feeling the energy of the aura surrounding him. The magic stopped unexpectedly; the light shifted its focus to another place, a very far place, in just a matter of moments. The main event of the night had come to an end. The green creature stomped his brown boots on the sandy ground rapidly and angrily, but somehow he seemed angry in a playful way.
"Aww…where did the beautiful light go?" He said sadly, sitting down on the sand next to the shore. He sat in a strange manner; outstretching its booted legs in the sand and outstretching his hands in order to touch the tips of his boots. Gazing at the glowing midnight sky, he wished upon a random star.
I wish to have many good friends and watermelons, he thought quietly. Scratch that; watermelons first, friends later.
He noticed something strange though; the star he wished upon started to move. It was getting closer and closer, and then he finally realized that the star was-
"It's heading this way!"
He stood up, dashed towards the nearest bush beyond the beach area and hid behind it. Moving in light's speed, the star was but a few meters away from hitting the shore. The green creature covered its ears, expecting a big boom, but it was nothing like that…
The star surprisingly landed as soundless as a feather. Ever-so-curiously, the green creature slowly uncovered his ears and took a peek from behind the bush, fixating his gaze upon 'the impact site'. There it was up-close; the glowing five-handed star, half-buried in the sand. But what's this? Our green friend had noticed something else lying next to it; a pink blob or something like that. Taking precautions, he tiptoed towards the impact site slowly. Ignoring the star, he stopped next to the blob and circled around it like a lion getting ready to pounce, poking it a couple of times in the process.
It feels just like jelly, he thought as he poked it again and again. Soon after that last poke, two very small arms without hands popped out of each side of the blob, and it started rolling like a pinball until it finally showed its sand-covered face; the green creature was able to make out the blob's two closed eyes and very wide mouth.
"It's alive!" He exclaimed in surprise. "Seems like it's hurt though. Better take it to the others." He decided as he lifted up the pink puffball and placed it on his saddle...
...But just when he had taken once step forward, a metal wall no more than twice his size suddenly landed in front of him. Scared and confused, he took take a step back but yet another wall of metal came bolting down behind him. Shocked by the sound of metal crashing onto the sand, he jolted forward in frenzy. There was no hope for the creature to escape, for every time he found an opening to get through a wall comes down out of nowhere and blocks it. In time, the raining walls entrapped them in a form of a hexagonal box. There was nowhere to run…
"I got that Yoshi right where I want him!" echoed a rasping voice.
Two shadowy figures walked towards the metal box. Their identity became clearer and clearer as they walked out of the shadowy shore, yet they still couldn't be described completely. All that could be seen was a plump figure and a very thin one. The thin one grabbed the glowing star lying next to the metal box and admired it for a bit, the light emitting from the glowing star revealing his twisted grin. He had a neat pointy mustache, a huge pointy nose, black eyes with velvety sacs underneath them, and bony cheeks. The purple baseball-like cap he wore was inscribed with an inverted "L" in the center.
The thin figure continued to admire the star, brushing the sand off it. All of a sudden, he laughed out joyfully. The fat figure bashed his acquaintance on the head, and in that moment the fat figure's gloved hand entered the light's radius to be revealed. His glove was white with the letter 'W' engraved on it.
"Hey! What was that for?" The thin figure yelled in his husky voice.
"Shh! Do you want to wake up the other Yoshis, you dimwit?" The fat figure scolded in an even huskier voice.
"Will you relax? I bet we're miles away from their hideout, and besides, they sleep like pigs," the thin one answered. "So, how much do you think this shiny thing will cost?" the thin one continued to speak, showing his fat partner the glowing star.
"I don't know, but I bet it costs a fortune. Doesn't matter though, we'll get a louder ka-ching when we deliver this pee-brained creature safely. With that goody-two-shoes plumber out of town, no one will come to save it! Wa-ha-ha-ha!" The fat one laughed in a strange manner.
"What does that hand want with a creature like this anyhow?" The thin one asked.
"It mentioned something about a tournament. Says it'll be a strong competitor. What a bunch of rotten ravioli if you ask me!" The fat one made a throwing gesture with his gloved hand as he said the last couple of words.
"Okay, but what's our next target on the chart?"
"Will you shut your blabbering motor for crying out loud? Do something good for a change and call the troops to come carry the box!" The fat one scolded him again, banging him on the head harder this time. The thin one walked back to shore, holding his head in pain. A ship could be seen from his view from a short distance. He waved his lanky arms...the ship was sailing nearer to the island...