Chapter 2: He's Not My Problem!
King Dedede immediately picked up the basket and slowly marched into the castle. He then tried to close the doors with as much force as possible; but (no matter how much he didn't want help,) he called Escargon to help shove one of them closed. When they were successful, they both slid to the floor, their backs to the door, and sat down, out of breath.
"Ugh… no wonder… the weatherman… said no to… go outside today…" Escargon panted.
"Yeah… But I still think… you could've… managed to… get my… breakfast…" Dedede replied, thus causing the snail to look at him with surprise.
"What's in the basket, anyway? Is it your long awaited breakfast?" Escargon said.
"I really don't know. All I know is that that's no breakfast, lunch, snack, or dinner!" King Dedede replied.
"You forgot dessert," Escargoon mumbled.
"Will you stop with the remarks already and just-" the king started to say before he was interrupted by a very tired squeak. They both turned around and looked at the basket.
"What in the world?" Escargon said as they both walked over to the basket and found the little puff still sleeping.
"Sire! It's a kid!" Esgargon exclaimed as they both jumped in surprise.
"I wonder where his mother is," King Dedede said as took Escargon took a folded up paper out of the child's hands.
"Maybe this will explain, sire…" Escargon said in a nervous tone, for he now knew what was going on.
The king unfolded the paper and said, "It seems to be a note of some sort."
"And it's addressed to you sire…"
"Let's see… it says:
'Dear King Dedede,
I need you to take care of my son Kirby for me.'"
"WHAT?!" they both hollered.
"Who in their right mind would leave their kid in your care?!" Escargon asked. Dedede then took his mallet and whacked him on the head, making the snail fall over.
"WHAT DOES THIS PERSON THINK THIS IS, AN ORPHANAGE!?" the king boomed (making Kirby wake up from his nap.) "I'M NOT TAKING CARE OF NO KID! NO WAY AND NO HOW!"
"Well, Sire…" Escargon said after recovering from the slam, "they must've given him to you for a reason. You know?"
"I DON'T CARE! HE'S YOUR PROBLEM, NOW!"
"My problem?! Sire, the letter said King Dedede, not Escargon!"
"I DON'T CARE! NOW GET HIM OUTTA HERE BEFORE HE CAUSES ANY TROUBLE!"
"Yes, Sire…" Escargon said as he slithered over to the basket. "Um, King? He's missing…"
"WHAT?!" he screamed. Then a bang of a kettle could be heard from a distance.
"Uh, oh…" they both said as they dashed to the kitchen. The door was already opened, and when they just made it to the entrance, they stopped in their tracks as their jaws dropped. Food was spread all over the floor, cabinets and shelves were broken, the fridge was wide open; and the child was sitting on the floor eating.
"NO NO NO!" Dededed screamed as he jumped up and down in a rage. "I WON'T let this happen!"
"Maybe you should keep him somewhere where he won't cause any harm," Escargon suggested.
"But where can we find a place like that? All of the rooms are already being used!"
"Not all of them! There's that one playroom that the Waddle Dees used to hang out in!"
"Hey! That's a perfect idea!"
"We should probably put him in a playpen as well…"
"But where are we gonna get that?"
"Hmm…" they both said.
"ALRIGHT YOU GUYS! START BUILDIN'!" the king ordered as the Waddle Dees started to gather things and assemble a place where Kirby could both play in and stay out of the king's way at the same time. In no time, it was ready. The room looked very simple now – a playpen in the middle, a television in front of it, and a few kid sized tables and chairs. Escargon then came down the stairs with Kirby happily squirming in his arms, and placed him in his newly built playpen.
"Poyo?" Kirby said.
"Don't worry! It'll be fine!" Escargon assured.
"Poyo!"
"Now, let's turn on your little TV here and prepare to be entertained!" the king said as he pressed the on button on the remote. "Now let's change it to something decant like… Channel DDD!"
"No, Sire! That's not what little children like him watch!" the snail argued.
"Then what do they watch, mister smarty pants?"
"Give me that!" Escargon said as he snatched the remote out of his hands. "Little kids watch this stuff!" he said as he turned on Dora the Explorer.
"Not that stuff! BLEGH!" Dedede yelled.
"Sadly, it's true… Besides, he seems to like it!" Escargon said as he directed the king's attention to Kirby, who was completely memorized by, "Vamanos! Let's go!"
"Well, have fun watching him!" Dedede said as he started to walk up the stairs.
"What do you mean?! You're the one who should be watching him!"
"Well, since you seem to know so much more than me, you should be the one watching him! Besides, I have a life to attend to! My favorite show is about to come on, and I can't miss it!" he said as he ran up the stairs.
"You've got to be kidding me…!" Escargon said as he turned around.
"Where do we go next?" Dora asked.
"POYO!" Kirby eagerly replied.