We rejoin Groose and his trusty Loftwing in the vast skies of... well, the sky. The course wind blew against his face, but fortunately he never forgets his anti-wind pompadour hairgel. He was being chased by the Pipit squadron, who intended to detain him for his assistance in Link's escape.
WEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOO
As they shouted their self-made sirens, Groose had an idea. With the "police" gaining on him, he steered his Loftwing into... AN ASTEROID BELT! Well, not like the real ones where there's a 1/1,000,000 chance you'll even hit anything, it actually was more like a cluster of islands that were a little TOO close together.
Then again, I guess it wasn't really an asteroid belt after all...
With excellent skill and composure, Groose finessed between the islands. The Pipits however, weren't capable of such clean maneuvers and in their blind rushing, crashed into the large structures and... exploded.
After losing the Pipits, Groose was back into the open sky. All of them were gone except the original, who was the only one smart enough to fly over the island cluster.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Pipit should over the loudspeaker. "WE ARE THE LAW!"
Groose ignored him though, looking for a place to stay hidden.
"FIRST WARNING!" Pipit again shouted.
Groose then found it. A small island, not far from Skyloft, called Pumpkin Landing. It was his best chance to avoid the lunatic chasing after him.
Groose abandoned his Loftwing and dove for the small patch of solid ground. Like before, he required no parachute and landed with a sick action roll. Pipit, on the other hand...
Pipit dove his Loftwing straight towards Groose.
"SECOND WARNING" he shouted.
Groose dodged Pipit at the last second, sending Pipit crashing into the Lumpy Pumpkin, destroying the bar.
"Well, I hope the insurance company covers reckless DIVERS!" Groose said raising his hand for a high five.
The survivors ran out to deliver that well earned high five. Some were missing their arms, so they made do with any other remaining appendages they had. The owner, however, was pretty angry.
"DAMN IT, DAMN IT ALL! WHO DID THIS! WHO THE HELL DID THIS! MY BAR!"
While Groose was still occupied by the line of high fivers, Fi approached the disgruntled bartender to explain.
"We apologize, sir. We were pursued at high speed by one who calls himself Pipit." Fi said.
The bartender immediately calmed down, as if something like this had happened before.
"I see... well at least he didn't break my new chandelier, it was more expensive than any other part of my bar combined. I still have 40 payments left to go..."
After Groose had finished, he pulled out his whistle to summon his Loftwing again.
"Hold it right there." The bartender shouted. "Since you had a part in this, I'd like you to do something for me... can you take the survivors to the hospital?"
Groose looked around, even though all of the Lumpy Pumpkin's patrons had gotten up to congratulate him for his excellently delivered pun, they were all in pretty bad shape, most of them were by then dead.
"I suppose..." Groose said reluctantly, while he was annoyed that yet another distraction had occurred, he knew his heroic duties had to come first.
So one by one, Groose flew all of the injured patrons to the nearest facility of medical assistance; an ordeal that could have been avoided if any of the 20 people present had remembered to bring their phone. Once everyone was gone, Pipit rose from the rubble.
"THAT'S IT, I'M COMING TO GET YOU NOW, BUSTER!"
FARON WOODS
Strich and Cawlin were unaware that Groose and Fi had to temporarily abandon them in the forest, causing the two to take a wrong turn when they heard sounds of life in the distance. Strich had regained his bearings during this time, but he stll felt as if there was something he had forgotten completely...
The two wandered though the forest until they came across something odd: a tribe of little wood people that resembled small birds. They appeared to be uncivilized; they had no visible structures that could withstand a small rainstorm, and all seemed to wander around aimlessly, as if waiting to be colonized.
Cawlin and Strich made their presence known.
"Attention! You all live on ground that now belongs to Emperor Groose!"
Every creature present suddenly turned to face their two visitors. Most of them stared in confusion for a moment until one spoke out.
"We Kikwi do not adhere to the politics of man."
Cawlin and Strich then drew their swords, which they found off some dead guys earlier.
"Then prepare to be ruled by force!"
GHIRAHIM'S SECRET LAIR
Link followed Ghirahim into a cave, fearing what may be shown to him. He felt a combination of claustrophobia and discomfort from the dark, narrow passages and from the fact the Ghirahim was dancing the whole way.
"We found Zelda on the ground in the Faron Woods and brought her here." Ghirahim said.
"Was um... was she okay...?"
"Well, she was alive, but not what I would call okay. I don't know why, but my master wanted me to bring her to his chambers; he always leaves me in the dark..." The demon said in a quandary.
Getting the idea that Ghirahim wouldn't really care what he did, Link decided to just get to the point.
"Are you going to let her go? Please don't, she'll testify against me!"
"Probably not." Ghirahim stated. "I don't see her waking up anytime soon, and my master doesn't usually let people out once they are captured."
Relieved, Link decided to just get out of there. Who cares what happens to Zelda? as long as she's not around anymore, he was cool with it.
"So, now that I umm... know she's okay, I think I'll be heading off then."
"Not just yet," Ghirahim interrupted. "I have an offer you may be interested in."
BACK TO GROOSE
After finishing the emergency transport, Groose and Fi were finally able to return to Groose's dorm and get the Goddess Sword back. Pipit was nowhere to be seen, so it seemed that it was finally time to get on with the mission already. But then...
"Well, I'd say it's been a day, how's about we turn in for the night?"
"Very well, master. Let us hope there will be no further delays tomorrow."
Just then, Headmaster Kaepora himself showed up.
"Link!" He called out. "You, Groose, Cawlin, and Strich were absent today."
"We were searching for Zelda." Groose explained.
"Who?"
"Umm... nevermind..." Groose remembered that Kaepora had gone senile long ago.
"Anyway, do you know why I am here?"
"No." Groose said, not really wanting to know.
"You, Link, Strich, and Groose were absent yesterday." Kaepora said, not remembering saying it the first time.
Groose then got an idea to get the old man off his back.
"No we weren't, we were there."
"Were you?" Kaepora asked, halfway convinced already.
"Yeah, check the attendance records, Hector, Francesco, Tony, Nikolai, we were all there."
Kaepora took a look at the list and...
"Ah, I see. Your names are right here. Sorry to have bothered you." Said Kaepora as he walked away, probably not knowing where where he was going.
Groose sighed in relief; he knew it would someday prove fortuitous to actually remember the names of his classmates!
As Groose finally went to bed, Fi and asked him. "Master, while you sleep. Perhaps I could spend the time searching for your allies and ensure they are not in trouble?"
"Yeah sure." Groose said dismissively; people interrupting his mission was one thing but his beauty sleep! That was plain rude!
"Very well. Goodnight." Said Fi as she left his room.
Fi floated out of the academy, thinking out loud.
"Hmm, the last time I saw Master's friends was in the Faron Woods, perhaps I can use dousing to track them."
But little did she know that someone was following her.
It was Pipit.
"Yes... Show me the way, little girl!" Giggled Pipit.
THE NEXT MORNING - KIKWI WOODS
All through the night Cawlin and Strich fought hard and strong, slaying many Kikwi, but without their leader, they did not prevail.
The two were tied to the trees, awaiting judgement. The Kikwi's big fat I'm-not-a-deku-tree-ripoff patriarch finally waddled towards them. His name was Bucha.
"You!" he demanded. "How dare you violate our sacred land."
Cawlin and Strich were not intimidated, they stood their ground.
"We will take your Forest in the name of Groose. Harm us, and you answer to him!" Cawlin stated defiantly.
Bucha was unmoved, but slightly unnerved at the sound of such an awesome name. But if this Groose was a real threat, he would not have sent his two lackeys to do his dirty work for him, would he?
"Bring me the Execution Sword." Bucha demanded.
"It's right in front of you." His second in command Machi reminded.
"Uhh... can you hand it to me?" Bucha asked, being too fat and lazy to bend over and get it.
"He comes..." Strich ominously said.
"Who comes? your master?"
"More like, YOUR emperor!" Called a confident voice.
The Kikwi all turned around to see Groose standing over a rock. With the the morning sun shining right behind him, the wind blowing against his side burns, but his pompadour standing strong against it, he was a sight to behold. Midna even came along today to blow the trumpet since Fi was absent.
"Are you the one called Groose? The fool who intends to take our holy forest?" Bucha demanded.
"Yes." Groose said as he raised the Goddess Sword.
"You can't be that foolish! Even with a sword, you are still one against many! You can never overtake us!"
"That's where you're wrong... I AM that foolish!" Groose declared as he dashed into battle, intending to take them all at once.
"Seize him!" Bucha shouted, again to fat and lazy to do it himself.
All the Kikwi responded and joined together to form... KIKWITRON! With Machi at the top, he steered the Kiwi robot towards Groose and Midna, intending to crush them.
"Well, I suppose you can handle this without me, so I' just be going. Hee hee hee, see you later!" Midna said, abandoning Groose.
"That I can surely do!" Groose said proudly.
Groose threw the extra weight (the Goddess Sword) away, and continued towards the fight, intending take down Kikwitron with his bare hands.