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"Well, I can assure all of you that as soon as your friend regains consciousness, she'll absolutely love it," said one of the hotel receptionists. "I think somebody already took her up to her room, so everything's been taken care of."
"Thanks very much," Kirby replied jovially. "Seriously, thanks very much. You have no idea how much I needed this."
"Oh, really? Is she your girlfriend then?"
"HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA!" Adeleine exploded into laughter, her body shaking so much that she had to lean against King Dedede. "Kirby's girlfriend! That's the most hilarious thing I've ever heard!"
Everyone else (the receptionist included) started looking more than a little embarrassed as she continued to shriek with laughter. Waddle Dee started coughing loudly. Finally Dedede got so fed up that he smacked her for the second time that day, knocking her to the ground.
"Hey!" Adeleine snapped as she leapt back to her feet. "You can't hit a girl!"
Dedede rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, most boys are girlier than you."
"Um, if that will be all," the receptionist cut in, "I think you might be holding up the line." He pointed at the large conglomeration of people standing in line behind the four of them, all of whom were staring at Adeleine with some interest.
"Hey, I gave her money!" somebody piped up.
"Uh, okay, guys, you heard the man. Let's go," Kirby said, ushering his friends out while turning (if possible) a deeper shade of pink.
"Well, that's that," Waddle Dee said as soon as they were all outside. "Ribbon's gone for three days."
"Yep," Kirby agreed. "We get to do whatever we want while she gets her own comfy bed, three square meals a day, all-day pool access, cable, room service. . . ."
There was a very long silence.
"I wanna stay at the hotel too!" Adeleine wailed.
"So do I!" Kirby cried.
"Guys!" snapped Waddle Dee, who was generally the most rational of the four of them. "We can't all stay here! That's another twenty-eight hundred dollars!"
"Which should be nooooo problem," Kirby said, casting another sly grin at Adeleine.
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In the same place she had been before, Adeleine was standing with her art supplies out and her "PLEASE GIVE" sign, which now had "4X WHAT YOU NORMALLY WOULD" scrawled onto the bottom. The pile of money in front of her was even bigger, and Kirby, Waddle Dee, and King Dedede were doing an even worse job of not laughing.
"The LAST TIME!" Adeleine shouted at them.
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The hotel receptionist was filing papers and humming to himself when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there were people standing in front of the desk. He turned around and was very startled to recognize Kirby and the others.
"Uh. . . weren't you all just here?"
"We were dropping our friend off," said Kirby. "But now we're all staying here too."
"Oh." It would have been a lie to say that the receptionist looked pleased at this news. "Wait a minute. You're telling me that you guys came up with $2800?"
"Yep, right in here," said King Dedede, who was struggling to pull a very large sack of money along behind him. "We weren't exactly sure where to put this, since the postal service has a problem with it for some reason."
"It wouldn't fit in the mailbox," Kirby reminded him.
"Well, then, maybe they should make the freaking mailboxes bigger."
"Excuse me?" the receptionist cut in. "Is that three grand in loose change?"
"That okay?" Kirby asked.
"How did you get all that money?"
"We didn't steal it out of an ATM, if that's what you're suggesting," Adeleine said sharply. "That's what you're suggesting, isn't it? You think we're larcenists, don't you?"
"No, I didn't. . . ."
"Don't lie to me, man!" Adeleine stormed up to him and started jabbing a finger into his chest. "You think we're low-down thieving scumbags! Well let me tell you something, pal, you've got the wrong idea, and you'd better – hey! A butterfly!"
Instantly forgetting what she had been doing, Adeleine started running after the butterfly, positively squealing in delight, scampering all around the foyer until she finally crashed into a wall and collapsed onto the floor.
"Is she always like that?" the receptionist asked guardedly.
"Pretty much," said Waddle Dee.
"In that case, you might want to keep her away from the ice sculptures."
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In front of a very large pool, jam-packed with people swimming, playing, and splashing each other, Ribbon was sitting on a beach chair, hugging her arms to her chest, looking very unhappy.
"Something the matter?" asked a Bouncy who was sitting next to her.
"My friends basically tricked me into coming here," Ribbon said irritably. "I have a feeling they wanted to get rid of me,"
"Well, that was a pretty nice trick," said the Bouncy. "I mean, have you had a look around this place? It's fantastic! It's the fanciest hotel for miles!"
"I believe it," Ribbon acknowledged. "But fancy isn't really my thing."
"Aw, c'mon. You'll love it here, I guarantee it."
"Hmm. . . ." Ribbon sat gazing pensively out at the pool. "It is pretty nice here. And I guess it'll be pretty relaxing to get away from the guys for a little while. . . ."
"HI, RIBBON!" came an unnecessarily loud voice from across the pool deck. "IT'S US! WE'RE STAYING HERE TOO! DID YOU MISS US?"
"Oh, mercy. . . ." It was Adeleine, jumping up and down and waving her arms wildly. The other guys were with her as well, all waving and smiling amiably.
Ribbon sighed deeply and collapsed into her chair. "There goes my weekend."