Kirby's picnic
Chapter 11: The Laminator
"I've restored the invitations, Kirby," Rick said, "all we need to do now is laminate them."
Kirby picked up an invitation.
"Don't eat it…" Rick said, reaching for the invitations.
Like a Frisbee, Kirby threw the invitation into the laminating machine with absolute precision.
"Now you owe me a cake!" Kirby sneered.
"Since when did I owe you a cake?" Rick asked.
Kirby scribbled down the words "I O U CAKE" on a scrap of paper.
"Here!" Kirby said, showing it to Rick.
"That's not my handwriting!" Rick exclaimed.
"Oh, sure… Look at this!" Kirby said, showing another badly written note saying "THIS MY HANDWRITING."
"And I don't have bad grammar," Rick said, expectantly.
"Duh! That was good grammar anyway!" Kirby said, holding up a note saying "ME NO HAVE BAD GRAMMAR."
Rick picked up a rolling pin and started rolling over Kirby.
"Hey! Oomf! That hurts!" Kirby said, angrily.
Rick threw Kirby like a Frisbee into the laminating machine.
"MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Rick laughed evilly, as Kirby was squashed by the sheer force of technology.
Rick laminated the invitations.
"Hey, Kirby!" Rick said, picking Kirby up and smiling guiltily, "watch!"
Rick reached into Kirby's bag and started to eat his cookies.
Kirby broke out and ate a rock.
Silence.
Kirby turned into Rock Kirby.
"YAAAAAH!" Rick screamed, running outside.
Kirby followed, and then jumped on Rick.
"Oof… I think I prefer the ocean," he said.
After Kirby sent Rick through the laminating machine, they walked, er… happily toward the sea. Yeah. Happily.