"Hahahahahaha..." far away, on Earth, a child was watching TV. Or to be more specific, was watching Kirby. she laughed again, then flicked off the TV.

BACK ON POPSTAR...

Fewwwwww....a small whirring sound sounded in the back of every cizitzens minds. Soon the world turned black. Kirby froze in his horrified position, Dedede froze in the midst of eating chicken (with salt) and all the other citizens as well. Kirby knew he was doomed, but there was nothing he could do. Tick...tick...tick...BOOM! In a firey explosion, Kirby exploded.

"AHHHHHHH!" Kirby screamed as he woke up. His friends were standing over him.

"Kirby? You fainted..."Tiff said. she looked worridly at meta knight, who was paciing on the floor.

"What did you dream of Kirby?" meta inquired, without trying to disguise his accent.

"my head exploded..."kirby whimpered.

"ooookaaay! well... c'mon meta!" tiff grabbed metas hand before dashing out the door.

kirby rolled his eyes. the two had been dating scince last week. however, sword was still looking worried. because of that, kirby froze.

Sword, having no relevance to the plot, walked off to get some ice cream.

Meanwhile, the massive retcon threw Kirby for a loop, or maybe a curve. Screwball? Whatever. Anyways, Kirby quickly checked his face for signs of having exploded.

"Good. Everything is in order. No face explosions, no Gooey, and no alien invasions." sighed Kirby.

Just then Senor Noodle Arms walked back in.

"WAIT NO BRING THE ALIENS BACK" begged Kirby.

"Kirrrrrrrrrrrrby!" rolled SNA. "~I almost forgot! Your training will begin in an hour.~" (~=spanishness, apparently)

SNA sighed. "~I wish I could use my accent in public. But Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiff doesn't liiiiiiiiike 'it'.~" SNA sneered.

"~Someday, I can have an inexplicable Spanish accent in public without being brought down by the Man. She just doesn't understand the thrill of using a foreign accent. She says it's "silly".~" SNA was obviously distressed.

Kirby was ultimately unmoved and somewhat hungry.

"~Well, I gotta go. Goodbye, Kirrrrrrrrrrrrrrby.~" SNA slowly sulked out the room.

After SNA had left, Kirby was left to his own devices, or what few he had. "Dang. Training. I gotta get out of that somehow." He walked slowly out of the room he was in (apparently in the castle), when he bumped into something fat and stupid.

"The writer?" asked Kirby.

No shut up. It was King Dedede.

"Weel looky her. It's Kirbeh. In mah castle. Jus what do yoo thank yor doin her?" inquired the King.

"Um, I think that's supposed to be a southern accent, but it really just looks like a written protest against spell-checkers."

STOP IT IT'S MY STORY I'LL DO WHAT I WANT

"Whatever, Frumpy."

Kirby was hit with a train.

"OKAY OKAY, I'll stop," Kirby complied.

Anyways, back to the plot. "Uh, I was just visiting my 'friends'." Kirby explained.

King D's features' softened. "Ah feel yor payn, lil' won. Ever since Tiff took control of Dreamland (possibly because she's the only one with an education), things haven't been the same. People live in fear of her, Meta Knight is her personal slave, and I'm rendered useless as a ruler. *sigh* Times are tough."

(Bold=exposition, I think. I'm not sure)

"Whoa. How did you get literate all of a sudden?"

"Ah dunno."

Kirby wandered out of the castle, pondering this info-dump. "(Huh. Things certainly have gone down the toilet.)" His train of though stopped there, as he was already exhausted after listening to two different expositions. "(I'm hungry.)" he decided, and hobbled down to that-one-restaurant-I-don't-remember-how-to-spell. He walked into the almost abandoned building, its candy-colored tables a bit dusty, and the lights were dimmed almost to the point of pitch-blackness. Kawasaki (just remembered) groggy and also tired, came over to the door. "We're closed." he said, exhausted by the effort of walking.

"But it's only midnight! Let a guy have some tomatoes."

"You like watermelons in this series."

"Whatever. Are you gonna give me food, or am I gonna have to resort to calling you names?"

Kawasaki sighed. "Fine, fine. Come in."

Kirby did so. "So, how's the business?"

"Pretty terrible."

"So same as always then." Kirby laughed and elbowed Kawasaki a few times. Kawasaki was not amused.

"Ah, come on Kasablanca. You know that's funny."

"First of all, it's Kawasaki. Secondly, it's been a long day. Imma just go crash on one of these tables. Take what you want, just make sure you bring it back." Kawasaki said, falling asleep. "Just don't tell Tiff. Her and her new 'Diet Plan', I tell you. It'll be...*yawn*..the..end of us..." Kawasaki fell into a deep sleep, not unusual for Dreamlanders.

"Well, I don't know if you're gonna want that food back, but okay." Kirby grabbed some tomatoes and some watermelons and left the restaurant. "Oh geez, forgot about Senor Noodle Arms' midnight training thing. ....Wait, why do I care?" The conclusion? He didn't.

SNA sat alone in the castle courtyard, waiting for the trainee that would never come.

As Kirby walked back to his home.. er.. nest, he spied a shooting star, headed straight for Popstar. "HEY! THAT'S MY THING!" Kirby hollered at the incoming meteor.

The meteor landed with a *BOOM* as Kirby was flung across about twenty yards. "(Wow. That is one weak meteor.)" Kirby thought. As he lay in the field I guess he was in, the meteor opened up, and a strange voice rung out.

"Unit Turbite has achieved impact. Awaiting further instructions."

Kirby coughed, apperantly because of the cold. He needed a cough drop. And there was one on the ground! Kirby picked it up, and ropes shot out, intwining him.

"AAAAAA!" kirby shrieked like a little girl. Just then, tiff jumped out from behind a totally random pie.

"april fools!" tiff cried. it was all a trick! or was it...

"Was it?" Kirby asked the narrator. He was odd like that.

"If it isn't," Kirby coldly calculated, "then that means TIFF IS AN ALIEN MONSTER!!" Kirby gasped. Suddenly his entire world fell to pieces! Up was down! Black was white! Nickelback was a legitimate band!

"No, that's stupid and you're stupid," Tiff shot back. She was mean like that.

As the two wandered back to the castle, they discussed Kirby's day. Tiff was perplexed and disgusted with his account, to say the least. "I am not a dictator!" she exclaimed. Kirby's imagination ran away with him at times, and this was no different.

"But you took away Mr. Puff Puff!" Kirby accused. "He was only two days away from retirement!"

"He was old and gross and needed washing," Tiff explained. "Besides, I thought you had outgrown stuffed animals."

"He was a grade-A Private Eye! He even solved the mystery of the missing cookies!"

"You ate them!" Tiff said, her annoyance reflecting in her voice.

"Mystery solved!" Kirby replied angrily.

As they argued, a large shadow approached Dreamland Cappy Town, its ominous nature being all... ominous. "GRARHARHAR" the shadow said, slightly less ominously. "I SHALL RATHER ENOJY DEVOURING YOUR SOULS BUT NOT AFTER I APPLY THE EVIL FROSTING ATOP THE DELICIOUS CAKE THAT IS CAPPY TOWN!! IT WILL TASTE SO SWEETLY!! LIKE THE TEARS OF BABIES AFTER YOU HAVE TAKEN THEIR CANDY AND KICKED THEIR PUPPIES!!" it said rather good-naturedly.

As Kirby climbed into bed, he couldn't help but feel that he would be attacked by an overacting shadow that had a taste for baby tears. Tiff told him that it was only natural, and they went to sleep.

Kirby woke up, and saw dirt in front of him. Dirt. Just dirt. Why dirt? Why did he fall asleep in dirt? Wait, no he didn't. He fell asleep in his bed. So who threw him onto the ground?

"Hey, Kirby! Are you okay?"

Kirby stood up and saw that it was night, and then realized Gooey was with him and pieces of robotic spiders were strewn about. "Um... what's going on?"

"Well, you were knocked out by one of those robot things so I took the spark ability from you and destroyed them on your behalf."

"But... but I was in animeland!" Kirby exclaimed. "Mushroom-less cappies! Bowling balls with arms and legs! Spanish noodles! Southern Dedede, who got a money back guarantee!"

"It must've had a dream or something," Gooey thought. "That, or you got hit harder than I thought."

"Yeah, but... this was a dream there, so if that was a dream, and this was a dream in a dream, and that was a dream in a dream in a... then... that..." Kirby began jumping up and down in anger, screaming, "Not this plot device! Not the 'two dreams at once and maybe one of them is real but no one knows for sure' deal!"

"Uh, Kirby?"

"Can't you see I'm having a huge problem with this plot device right now?"

"We have more important things to worry about than a plot device right now!"

"Like what?" asked Kirby.

"Um... like those plot devices," Gooey answered, pointing to the robotic spiders surrounding them.

"Oh. ...Give me my ability back."

"What? No! Get your own!"

"But it's mine!" Kirby yelled.

"And now it's mine!" Gooey protested.

"GIMME!" Kirby shouted, and ate Gooey, gaining both the Spark ability and some more health points. "Hooray, more health!" One of the spiders then smacked Kirby into the air, knocking off the health he had gained from eating Gooey, and he landed among the robot spiders.