Kirby's picnic
Chapter 5: Pink Don't Suit Nature
"Rick, we didn't eat anything at Gooey's house. I'm hungry," Kirby said in a whining voice.
"What did you bring anyway?" Rick said, fed up.
Rick reached into Kirby's bag, and took his hand out with bruises and cuts all over.
"Um… Wild Nruff, Nruff soup, Nruff flavoured ice-cream, Nruff spikes, and a Waddle-Dee," Kirby said.
Rick showed Kirby his hand.
"Heh, heh. Um… er…" Kirby said, walking into Wispy Woods.
Wispy yawned.
"Watch where you're going!" Kirby said, kicking Wispy.
Wispy lifted Kirby up by the stomach, and tightened his grip.
"Being kicked is not a very nice feeling. Would you like a sample?" Wispy said, yawning.
"Oof… of… what…?" Kirby asked, unable to talk because of the superior grip of Wispy.
In a baseball swinging action, Wispy hit Kirby with his branch over to the other side of the forest.
"I'm not exactly a fan of pink, Rick," Wispy said, yawning.
"Understandable," Rick said, looking at the spec on the horizon which was, of course, Kirby.
"Do you want to play tic-tac-toe?" Wispy asked.
"Okay!" Rick said.
Kirby stormed back, angrily.
"You want a fight, eh?" Kirby said in a boxing position.
"No, I'm more in the mood for tic-tac-toe," Wispy said, sighing and yawning.
Kirby kicked the tic-tac-toe board over.
"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed in an insane impersonation of Darth Vader.
Wispy reached down with his branch, and threw Kirby over to the entrance.
"Wispy, I need to go. Heh. See ya!" Rick said, hurriedly.
"You do that," Wispy sighed, then fell asleep.