Chapter 2:
The Training
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By the way, I don't own Kirby or any other Kirby related things involving Kirby or other pink puffballs. I wish I did, though.
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The next morning, Kirby slipped out of his bed and took a package of microwaveable spaghetti for breakfast and went to the fridge to get out a carton of milk.
"Aw, crud!" yelled Kirby as he opened the fridge. "I'm out of milk!"
Kirby got into his 2006 red and silver Mustang and drove to the local Food-o-mart© to buy some milk. He parked his car as he mumbled to himself, "Stupid milk. Why can't it just buy itself?" he murmured as he walked into the grocery store.
As he walked down the "Milk, Eggs, Poultry and Toiletries" Isle, he heard a call for him.
"Kirby! Over here!"
"Over where?" asked a confused Kirby.
"In here!"
"In where?"
"HERE!"
Kirby was extremely confused. He looked over here, in here, under there, then, a package of Charmin toilet paper fell off the shelf. He looked where it fell to find a very crammed Metaknight.
"Oh, hey Metaknight!" said Kirby happily. "I'm sorry I couldn't come to your tea party or whatever yesterday. I had to go to my… err… Uncle's funeral! Yeah, that's it. Poor Uncle uh… Mcgovern… (sniff)"
After a long, disturbing pause, Metaknight continued.
"That's quite alright, Kirby. By the way, I heard you need some help training for your battle against those knights."
"Yeah, I do! But, how did you find-"
"Well," Metaknight interrupted. "I can help you. After you get your…
Metaknight examined the shopping cart to find at least 27 ½ tubes of Colgate whitening toothpaste and a gallon of milk. Kirby had eaten half of the last one.
"…Groceries… I could help you train."
"Really?" shouted Kirby over excitedly.
"That would be GREAT!"
"Yes…" Metaknight continued. "It would."
Metaknight spun around and disappeared behind a row of mechanical toothbrushes.
A slip of paper floated to the ground that read, "5 o'clock tonight at Mystery Cliff."
Kirby shrugged and said, "Works for me!" as he sucked on the half-remaining tube of toothpaste.
He slept till about 4:30 after eating his spaghetti.
He met Metaknight at the Cliff at exactly five o'clock. "I am glad you came." said Metaknight.
"No, thank you! I need this training more than anything!" Kirby thanked Metaknight.
"My pleasure."
The Knight and Puffball trained till nightfall. Metaknight told Kirby everything about swordsmanship as he knew. He taught him The Triple Slash, The Diving Eagle, The Spinning Torpedo, and even The Golden Cheese Grater.
"Wow, Metaknight! These are amazing moves!" Kirby complimented. "Those knights won't stand a chance against these superior moves, and I'll win back George… Even if he is annoying!"
"Yes, but there is one more extremely powerful attack I must teach you."
"What is it?"
Metaknight pulled a small chest from his robe, opened it, and there sat…
TO BE CONTINUED