Glue Fest

By: JadeDragonKnight

Part 2

The sun slowly rose higher in the sky. Metal and Meta Knight enter the courtyard in the center of the castle. Metal puts his hands behind his head and says, "You know, I think I know how to get it off."

"Which one, the glue or the stench of humiliation," Meta Knight asked miserably.

Metal looked sympathetically at him and replied, "Hopefully both." He began to run in the other direction and called back, "Hold tight. Be right back!"

Meta Knight gave a sigh of relief to finally be away from his counterpart.

"Hey, Meta Knight."

Just then, Sword and Blade walk up to him.

"Can you show us that hard move again?" Sword asked.

"We've been working on it all morning," Blade added.

Meta Knight's eyes shot wide open.

"I can't really show you right this minute," he stammered, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.

The two knights glanced at each other then they both asked, "Why?"

"For, uh, certain reasons…"

"Hey, Meta Knight!"

Sword and Blade looked past Meta Knight to find Metal standing at the other side of the courtyard holding a bucket of water.

"Maybe if I dump this water on you the glue will melt off!"

Meta Knight slowly turned towards him and glared at him.

"What?"

Suddenly, the two knights broke out laughing.

"You're glued to your cape," they called out between laughs.

Meta Knight looked back at his subordinates as Metal walked up to his side, still holding the bucket.

"You make my life miserable," he said.

"It's not that bad," Metal replied, "your misery makes other people smile."

He continued to stare at the knights who were rolling on the ground by now.

"See," he added, awaiting a better response from his opposite.

"I'm going to lie down," Meta Knight said as he began to walk away.

Metal became frantic and said, "Wait, what about the…"

Suddenly, Meta Knight felt a splash of water over him. He turned and glared at Metal. He examined his dripping body and said, "Darn, it didn't work."

Meta Knight turned away, took a deep breath, and muttered, "I don't care. I'm calm and I'm wet, but I don't- I GONNA KILL YOU METAL!" He began to chase Metal around the courtyard.

Sword and Blade got up and watched them run back and forth through the grassy area. They turned to each other as Sword said, "I think Metal has been doing this to him all morning."

Blade glanced at him and added, "Yeah, and I think we made it worse."

"How are you not tripping on your cape?" Metal called behind him as he continued to run.

"Practice from a whole day of being stuck to it!" Meta Knight shouted back at him.

Meta Knight walked into his room, now dry, and looked at his bed. The sight of it was welcoming at first until he walked up to it and tried to get on it. He could only get his arms on the edge. He tried to jump up on it, but it was no use. Then he tried to pull himself up as he ran towards it. When that didn't work, he backed up, charged at the bed, hit the edge, bounced back, and fell to the floor. He let out a sigh and murmured, "There goes that idea." Just then, Metal walked over to him and looked down at him sympathetically. 'Maybe if I just lie here he'll go away' he thought to himself.

"I'm starting to feel really bad about this," Metal began.

Meta Knight looked up at him in an 'oh really?' way.

"I know I shouldn't have done it to you and I'm sorry," he continued.

"You're reading off a card aren't you," Meta Knight asked indifferently.

"You'd think I would be, but I'm not."

Metal extended a hand to him. Meta Knight looked at it for a second then took it.

Metal helped him up as Meta Knight said, "Sorry for being a jerk earlier. I didn't think you'd apologize."

Then, Metal's eyes shot open.

"Uh, Meta Knight," he said pointing to him.

He looked at him confused then became shocked when he saw his hand was free.

Metal smacked his forehead and said, "Oh I get it! The water I dumped on you must have crystallized the glue. Now it's coming off."

Meta Knight continued to stare at his hand.

"Uh, buddy, you alright," Metal asked.

"I spent the whole morning glued to my cape," Meta Knight muttered, not taking his eyes off his hand.

Metal looked at him confused.

Meta Knight became tight fisted and shouted, "And all you had to do was dump a little water on me?!"

"Hey, just be glad I did it at all," Metal argued.

Meta Knight threw his fist in the air, ready to come down on Metal. He winched in defense.

Then, he let out a sigh, lowered his fist, and said, "It doesn't matter now. You're the one that got me out anyway."

Metal wrapped his arm around his shoulder blade and said, "Well, glad you're happy. Now, why don't we get something to eat?"

Meta Knight's stomach growled at that note.

"I'll take that as a yes," Metal said cheerfully. He began to lead them down the hall. "Maybe next time I'll try something else," he muttered to himself. Meta Knight elbowed him hard. "Ow, just kidding."