Chapter 1

It was Saturday morning, and Kirby still couldn't believe it. Yesterday, after talking to Knuckle Joe, Kirby had run fast as he could to the battlefield. But when he had gotten there, a Nintendo representative had told him It was too late

"Sorry" He'd said, "Why don't you try out for an assist trophy?"

But Kirby didn't want to be downgraded to something as lowly as that, like his friend, Knuckle Joe.

Knuckle Joe had made it to the brawl tryouts in time, in fact, he was the first one there! But the Nintendo Rep told him he'd make a great assist trophy.

"Common Kirby!" said Knuckle Joe, "If you want to be in brawl, you have to do something, like make a petition!"

Kirby thought about what Knuckle Joe had said. If you want to be in brawl, you have to do something. But what Kirby had in mind was a little more drastic then a petition. He'd need help, people with long ranged attacks, so they wouldn't be detected. Kirby didn't want to get anyone in trouble. Knuckle Joe just wasn't right. A few names crossed Kirby's mind, though.

Pit, Mario, and Pikachu.

Those three would be perfect! Pit had arrows, Mario had fireballs, and Pikachu had thunder! Now all Kirby had to do was go ask them.

Kirby told Knuckle Joe he'd be back, and set out for Pikachu's room. When Kirby knocked, and Pikachu answered, Kirby told Pikachu about his situation. How they communicated, we'll never know, but in the end, Pikachu agreed.

Next came Pit. When Kirby asked Pit if he'd help, he said he'd be more than happy. Now there was one more, and that was Mario.

Kirby approached Mario's door, and nervously, he knocked. After about a minute, Mario appeared in the doorway. But Mario looked different, darker, somehow. Kirby decided it best not to ask him.

"So," said Mario, "What IS IT?"

Kirby stepped back, and nervously waved, which meant he'd just come to say hi. A shadow flickered across Mario's face, and for a second, Kirby thought Mario suspected something.

BANG! Mario slammed the door, and Kirby figured somehow, Mario could no longer be trusted.

Kirby walked back to his room. Everything had gone almost just as he had planned, except he hadn't counted on not having Mario. Oh well, he thought. They could do without him.

Kirby arrived in his room, and lay down on his bed. He set the alarm clock to midnight, as that was when the next part of the plan took place. Until then, Kirby was going to rest. He felt tomorrow was going to be a long day.