A/N: Okay! This is going smoothly. Oh, and I'm a dudette, by the way.

Kirby was right. Lucas, Ness, and him made an excellent team. Together, they were an unbearably cute trio that tortured people with farts and sneaky pranks. Kirby was always the distraction, or fart-guy. Ness and Lucas would always pull off the hilarious embarrassing part of the prank. Though it seemed unfair for Kirby, he was perfectly contented with being included, and didn't seem to notice the continuos times he was ditched while playing, sitting in the bathroom, and carrying large amounts of heavy groceries by himself. The planning for pranks got so simple, that there was no longer any need for distractions, and Kirby was left to sit and watch the prank in action. Ness grew closer to Lucas. After all, they were from the same series of games. Kirby's "alone time" grew longer, stretching from one, to six hours on end. He finally felt left out... Awhh...

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"It's okay man, I'm just gonna go bake some brownies." Kirby was talking to Ness, who was just about to go off with Lucas to an amusement park.

"You sure?" Despite the fact that Ness left Kirby out most of the time, he wasn't completely heartless. "I mean... 'cause we can postpone the trip. I forgot that Peach had asked you to make brownies to send back home to Daisy today... Why can't Peach do it herself anyways?" Ness questioned.

"You know I make the best brownies."

"But you're not that generous."

"I kinda owe her for some money she lent me."

"Oh, I thought she'd let it slide... Seeing as you're just a little puffball and all."

"It was a lot of money."

"How much?"

"Just go!" Kirby pushed Ness out of the door and slammed it behind him. He really just wanted to make brownies for himself. Kirby wanted to be included, but he wanted brownies more. Amusement parks kinda freaked him out anyways. "Awh yeah! Brownie time!" He twirled around cutely and clicked a button on the boom box next to him. The horrible sounds of some whiny teenager singing of his "horrible" life came flooding out.

"AND THEN YOU LEFT ME...ALOOOONE!" Kirby sang along with the song in his high pitched voice. "TO GO WITH YOUR OTHER FRIEND!" Kirby had began to make the brownies. Getting out all of his ingredients and supplies, he started mixing them together in a bowl. " I SAY I'M FINE BUT I'M NOT!" His voice cracked on the last note, but this was typical for him. But he couldn't help but make a connection between the song and his life. "Ohhhh! CAN'T YOU SEEE?! IT'S NOT OKAY WITH MEE!" Kirby pulled a tray to pour the brownie mix in. "LaalaaaLAAAA!" He opened the oven, popped the brownies in, and closed the door slowly. "Laala!" He set the timers, his usually quick small arms moving painfully slow. "Laa...Laa...la..." Kirby looked down, feeling just a tad depressed. "La..." He sighed. "I need to talk to someone! This problem is getting out of hand... I need to see..." He breathed in.

"Peach."

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"ARRG!" Kirby came barging into Marth's room, huffing and puffing out breaths of anger.

"Hey man." Marth was reading a magazine while seated in his beanie bag chair. He seemed unaffected by Kirby's surprising entry.

"Do you know where I came from?" Kirby glared at Marth, still out of breath.

"I'm guessing a female's womb. Or space. Possibly space."

"Very funny." He laughed sarcastically. "I just came from Peach's room!"

"Whoa, wouldn't that make your father Mario? Eurgh. I would kill myself if--"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"

"I do?"

"I went to see Peach, with brownies! I was seeking help for my 'friendship problem'."

"Yum, brownies." Marth's eyes remained fixed on the magazine.

"And she gave me milk! MILK!"

"What a bitch."

"Pfft, yeah!" Kirby's arms wiggled around. "Then she hugged me and comforted me!"

"Oh no she didn't." Despite his odd replies, Marth didn't seem to wrapped up in the conversation. His voice was far off, and just above a murmur.

"Oh yes, SHE DID! Then she gave me expert advice!"

"You should've smacked her."

"I should've! But I was too busy letting my feelings out!"

"Well, we're not all perfect." Marth glanced a Kirby for a second, but then returned to his magazine.

"Duhh. But then she told me that I should talk to Ness, and tell him how I feel."

"Pure garbage."

"I know I know! Good thing I learned never to take a woman's advice! So the opposite of talking to him and working out my issues like a civilized being would be..."

"Bloody revenge." Marth commented, now interested.

"Good! Marth, you're great help." Kirby hugged Marth, who quickly shoved him away.

"Right!" Kirby brushed himself off, slightly embarrassed. "Man hugs, not cool." Marth nodded, then returned to his fascinating magazine. "Bye dude..." He mumbled, but Kirby had already bolted out of the door, anxious to start his scheme.

A/N: Yeah, I didn't really like this chapter. I usually make fun of Marth, but I had this strange impulse to make him awesomely aloof. Forgive me for cutting the meeting with Peach out, the part with him singing strange emo music was painful enough.