A/N: Woo! Cliffie wasn't very good, eh?So sorry for the OOC Lucas.This chapter is crammed full of info.
"CAPTAIN FALCON?!" Kirby was stunned to find the middle-aged racer step up and take the blame.
"Yup..." The man sniffed and wiped his nose triumphantly. "I admit it." A grin slid across his face. " I ADMIT TO BEING TOTALLY AWESOME!" He stuck both his thumbs up, freezing his face in an exaggerated state of joy and glee. If this was anime, everyone would have a sweat drop moment.
"Someone please shut him up!" An angry smasher called out. Peach responded by chucking a koopa shell in Captain Falcon's direction. "Whoa!" He quickly dodged it. "Hehe, sorry, couldn't help myself." Scratching the back of his head, Captain Falcon sunk back into the crowd to avoid being pummeled by flying objects. Master Hand ignored the annoying interruption and turned back to Kirby. "So... You were saying?"
He knew this was it. "I did--"
"WAIT!"
"UGH! " Kirby turned to the source of the disturbance. "What the hell people? I'm TRYING to have a noble moment here!"
He was surprised to find that Ness was the one responsible for breaking him off.
"This isn't Mister Fudge."
DUNDUNDUN
"What? It's my cat, I know it's my cat!"
"Well, unless your cat is a robotic bomb, I think it's safe to say that the actual Mister Fudge is alive somewhere."
"Robotic... BOMB?! WHAT?"
Master Hand plopped himself down on the grass. "This is more than the 'murder' of Mister Fudge, this is an attempt to MURDER another smasher!" Everyone gasped in unison, Kirby's was faked though, he didn't know about the bomb part, but he had tried to kill Lucas in a fit of madness.
"Now," Master hand began. "it may take a while to force the truth out of the killer so--"
"It was me."
"Friggin... What is UP with all of these confessions?!"
Lucas stepped forward. (Everyone saw that coming. :D) "I made the robotic cat to take down Kirby."
Ness was in shock. "Why?" He trembled. "Pranking is one thing... but..."
"Dude, it's your fault." Lucas pointed to Ness.
The crowd gasped.
"MY fault? I have NO idea what you're talking about!"
The crowd gasped again.
"Kirby Kirby Kirby. He was all you talked about." Lucas made his voice higher. "Ohh, Kirby is SO good at pranks! Ohh, maybe we should go get him to hang with us? Ohh, dude, I remember this one time when Kirby..." He returned his voice to normal."I tried canceling him out by using up your time with him... but it didn't work... So..." He paused. "Enough said. I was sick of it, so I went to Peach for advice. Of course, it was crap advice. So I went to Marth, who gave me the idea of bloody revenge."
Marth stood up stuck his hand in the air. "Right on."
"I can't believe it..." Kirby was frozen. "I can't believe you, of all people, would come up with SUCH a lame plan to whack someone!"
Lucas shrugged. "Wasn't my idea... I was gonna use a bowling ball and..."
"But..." Kirby began. "Who's idea was it?"
It wasn't long until his question was answered. The "oh-so-clever" person who had devised the plan for Lucas was up in the trees, waiting for the right moment to appear.
DunDundUUUUUUN
A/N: Couldn't help myself. I had to have another cliffie. Less obvious this time? I hope? Fanfic is almost over...