Flying, er, space walking along through... well, space, Marx and his space fishy made their way towards... well, the direction Marx believed would bring them to AVON. Quite honestly, I'm not really sure if they know where they're going

"So after wese controllin' Popstar, can wese take over Aqualiss?" Marx's imaginary blippy friend asked.

"Well, they do have beaches," Marx admitted. He was about to continue speaking when he suddenly stopped, hitting what appeared to be an invisible wall.

"What's'a matter, boss?"

"Augh! It would appear there is an invisible wall here..." Marx noted.

"MEOW!"

A black cat fell from out of nowhere, crossing the path (perpendicularly) of Marx and the blippy.

"...was 'dat a black cat?" the blippy of not-being-realness asked. The two heard a high-pitched, screeching laugh, and looked up to see the painting witch, Drawcia, flying above them.

"You're joking, right? First those rubbish villains attempt to crash my party, I deal with an emo eyeball over the phone, and now a painting witch?!" Marx yelled. "Out of my way!"

"Yeah, outta our way!" the unreal blippy added.

Drawcia answered by laughing again.

"Is that all you can do?" Marx asked.

"Yeah, is that oil you c'n do?" the blippyfish asked.

"...no," Drawcia answered. "It's simply my second-favorite pastime. PAINTING'S MY FAVORITE!" She then brought forth a massive paintbrush and painted a pink K with two vertical lines for eyes on the canvas painted to blend in with outer space.

"...yeah, that's great. Listen, to avoid going into a long explanation as to how you still exist after you were turned back into a painting and then shattered..." Marx began.

"It was the olive oil," Drawcia interrupted.

"Just let us through," Marx said.

"Ya, let us through," the blippy repeated.

"Okay, there's a limit to more words being awesome," Marx told his imaginary friendfish.

"I will let you through [i]if[/i] you can solve my PAINTING PUZZLE!" Drawcia yelled, and game show music began playing as a large, blank canvas appeared. A round silhouette with stubby arms and fairly flat feet appeared on the canvas.

"That's that pink blob, Kirby! Just looking at it gives me FURY!" Marx yelled.

"Wrong character," the blippinator said.

"Wrong guess, as well!" Drawcia said. "It is a Jigglypuff at an upward slant so that its forehead curl was unnoticeable!"

"What the heck is a Jigglypuff?" Marx asked. Instead of an answer, Marx was hit by a paint blast and turned into a Marx ball. "What do you even get out of thiiiiiiis...?!" Marx yelled, falling through space into a painting vortex, his imaginary blippy following him, though not as a ball.

A random chilly hopped out of the painting. "Happy holidays!"

"seriously?" Marx shrieked, smacking hie forehead.

"cool! um, i meen..." the blippy thing stumbled.

"SHUT UP!!!" Marx screamed at the blippy thingy

"who me?" the chilly sobbed.

"no."

"me?" drawcia whimpered

"Noooo..." marx explained. "him." he pointed to the invisible blippy thing.

"what? nothing is there... are you 'kay?" the chilly asked, backing away.

"uuuuughghhhh!" marx yelled. "no. blippy thingy. Actually i never caught your name blippy dude."

"uh...its Kirby..." 'kirby' said.

"REALLY?!" marx yelled.

"no. its actually max." 'max' admitted.

"okay...marx and max..." marx considered.

"no...I was thinking max and marx..." max admitted.

"no. no. its marx and max. get it right, okay?" marx said, controlling his fury. "annyways, um, wait...what were we doing again?" marx asked.

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