As Bukiset walked down the grassy knoll, he knew this was his big chance. Even if they didn't want a savior, they would get one. Without the pink blob around, he could truly shine and rise to prominence. With luck, he would last longer than others, he thought, passing a dried-up Gooey by the side of the path, holding a sign that stated "Will do blob-related things for food".

Perhaps, he thought, he could rise up past Meta Knight, who would then have to return to the role of villain. He could even surpass Kirby! Why, he could get his own TV show!

...let's hope not.

But in all his thought, Bukiset, for just a moment, wasn't watching where he was going, and walked right under a ladder. A tan, mushroom stalk-like being wearing a green mushroom cap stood on the ladder, placing blocks in the air that seemed to defy gravity and simply hang there.

"Bukiset: Swordsman of the Stars!" Bukiset exclaimed, holding his sword up. Unfortunately, his arm bonked against the ladder, and it began to fall. It hit two of the hanging blocks, and though Cappy managed to grab onto one, the two the ladder hit fell and hit Bukiset, knocking him over. "Ouch!"

"How do you like being humiliated, huh?" Waddle Dee, who was sitting in a rowboat on land, said. He then began trying to row it away.

"I hope no one saw that," Bukiset said, standing up.

"Um, I did?" Waddle Dee said.

"No one important," Bukiset answered. Waddle Dee held up a sign of a face sticking its tongue out, then resumed rowing. "Now then..." Bukiset looked at the three paths in front of him. A sign pointed to a snow-capped mountain said "METROID" on it, while another pointing towards a castle said "ADVENTURES OF LOLO" on it. The last sign pointed down a path and was labeled "WEIRD NIGHTMARISH CREATURES THAT AREN'T REALLY A THREAT". "Ah!" Bukiset exclaimed, and made his way down the path to deal with the not-very-threat.

"These guys ain't bad at all," admitted the alabaster avenger. "They even put a sign up for themselves. That is more helpful than it is annoying."

"Fool!" murmured one of the frights hidden nearby. "Little does he know that the path leads not to us, but rather to his doom!...icile!"

"My 'doomicile'?" questioned the white knight, who was nearer by than the minion of mischief -- or semi-mischief, at least -- had believed. The thing was also much less hidden than it had thought, as well, behind only the post of the sign, which covered little of its body let alone the wet paintbrush currently in its clutches. "What exactly is a 'doomicile,' pray tell?"

"Well, they are like a domicile," the found fiend struggled, running its paws over its horned head, "but only full of doom!"

"Muh-huh," the self-appointed savior tried to ignore. "You do realize that I don't live there, right? Don't you think I'd realize if a sign were pointing to my house?"

"Waitaminute, if that isn't your home, then whose is it?" wondered the slight horror.

All eyes followed traced down the trail -- very much beaten dirt -- till they found the simple, round house and the just as simple Slow Cousin Dee -- very much still in a boat.

"Forget you guys!" announced the mouthless one to no one, seemingly, as he was quite a distance away and had no real reason to suspect being under surveillance. "I'm going home! Which is right here." After a few painful-to-watch minutes of trying to fit his raft through the door, it slammed shut behind him, followed by another loud sound. "Eegads! It is so very kinda annoying in here!"

"Doooooooooooom!" boomed the twisted black creature, shaking and clenching its claw dramatically before itself.

"Yeah, pulling one over on Slo-Co isn't all that much an accomplishment," burning Bukiset explained.

"Oh yeah?" recoiled the reviling thing. "Then how do you explain," it spoke gaited to ready some revelation behind it, "this!"

"That's a rock," dispatched Dream Land's defender. "You obviously just picked up it up just now. Gansan's missing a leg and everything."

"Only two rocks?" the now double stones displayed their offense. "How unoriginal is this design?"

"Like you are one to talk about stealing or design," Tamasan was indignant -- and present, for some reason.

"Careful, guys," warned the white one. "My obscurity detector is about to blow." The pale protector stopped a moment, rolling his lone eye up into his helm in search for some sort of rational thought -- a rarity recently. "Why do I even carry this around?" At that, he stopped carrying it around by shoving the device down the demi-deviant's throat. Bukiset dispatched the annoyance, as well, with the simple command "Sweet Stuff's starfish Tinsel," which was apparently more than enough to cause an obscurity overload in the detector and most witnesses' heads.

"Great, now I'm down to one rock."

"Do not fret, small crippled rock thing," the valiant avenger proclaimed. "There is nothing to fear while Bukiset is near!"

"Fear?" echoed the last remnant of Gansan. "What is there to fear on Pop Star? We have a mountain made out of marshmallows for crying out loud."

"You mean, you don't know? Haven't you heard the news?"

"I'm a rock who was laying out near a path," explained the earthwork. "Who do you think talks to me?"

"Good point. In any case, a great peril has befallen our fair land. You see-"

"Oh, no!" lamented the stone. "Dark Matter has come back, hasn't he?" The soldier shook his head. "Did... King Dedede steal all the Twinkling Stars again? No? The Dream Spring got tainted? Extra-dimensional thieves? ... Did... someone take Kirby's food?"

"Quit suggesting better plots!" shouted the swordsman. Recomposing himself awkwardly, as he did just raise his voice, speak to a rock, and both, he continued calmly. "Dream Land is under siege by ... spooks!"

"Thooose... don't sound intimidating at all?" Gansan guessed.

"Their name is a work in progress," rushed the one-eyed. "The important thing is that I'm saving the world. And you, for you are in the world."

"Oh, so that's why you're taking me with you," the mineral mentioned the travel taken by the troop. The one-third sat on his shoulder. "That covers that, but why, exactly, do I have this tag on me that says 'Use in case a Stone Club needs copied'?"

"That... that is your imagination," fibbed the fighter.

"And where are we heading to?" the pebble pondered.

"I dunno," dodged the defender. "To stop these frights."

"Well, where are they coming from?" the rock tried to narrow down.

"Space." That didn't help. "Something about rings and breaking, I dunno."

"The multicolored barrier rings that shield Pop Star from evil have been breached?!" gasped Gansan. "Why did they fail? How do we get them back up?"

"You know, those are a lot of good points, and it seems like somebody should have made them while we had this whole brain storming thing going on at Squishy's place," wondered the white warrior. "... Oh well!"

"So, what is it that you plan to accomplish, then?"

"Saving people, duh. That's what heroes do. And, I know someone in dire need of some right about now." Gazing up, the rock head realized where they had arrived.

"Eegad! It's Slo-Co's newly named Doomicile!" An unpleasant thought hit the stone. "It took you that long to get from there to here?"

"I'm really out of shape, okay? My diet is entirely donuts and gumdrops." Even after just delivering this statement, Bukiset still tried to dramatically kick down the door. "Enough of that. I'll just use my burning blade."

Meanwhile, somewhere else, possibly in the forest, another of the annoying yet irritating creatures, a "spook" as has been suggested, was eating a small, helpless tangerine. This creature was the ugliest of all. Completely bald, stubby arms, shoes that may have just been discolored feet due to lack of oxygen from no legs or something, blank eyes, a massive mouth, pink skin...

Wait a minute... I just described...

Kirby? He was eating the tangerine?

"I thought you were at Ripple Star eating the buffet," the tangerine whined.

"They went out of business and was turned into an aquariam," Kirby said. "...then that place went out of business and was turned into a hardware store. Not my fault."

"Well fine, but you aren't getting my heart star if you keep eating me."

"Oh. That thing's down again? Dark Matter's back?!"

"...well, no. No one knows why it failed. Dark Matter hasn't been heard from since it finally got its internet up and started going on emo websites."

Kirby resumed chewing on Mikarin.

"...can you bring me to my riceball friend now?" Mikarin asked.

"That thing wasn't a snowman?"

Returning to our apparent hero, Bukiset and the one-third of a Gansan made their way through the ashes that was once Slow Cousin Dee's front door. "This place is a mess," the singular-pieced gansan said.

"It appears Slo-Co is not a very tidy co, either," Bukiset mused. The entire house was a mess with furniture toppled over, broken dishes and trash everywhere, and wallpaper peelin off.

"Hey, this place isn't usually this bad!" Slow Cousin Dee claimed. He was sitting on the floor, pieces of shattered glass around him, his raft torn and deflated. He got up and propped up a chair. "...this chair is usually upright."

"Was that a mirror?" Bukiset inquired, pointing his flaming sword at the glass.

"Yes. Those spok things used a spring to bash me into my mirror," Slow Cousin Dee answered.

"Why, you superstitious?" the Gansan asked.

"No, but..."

The house then collapsed. It completely fell in, breaking through the ground, sending all three of them tumbling into a cave that was inexplicably underneath the house. "You built your house above a cave?" Bukiset asked.

"It was cheap land..." Slo-Co argued.

"Why are there mine carts down here?" the Gansan asked.

"Because the author likes putting underground mine cart rides underneath buildings for no reason," was Bukiset's answer.

Hey, I only did that once! And how do you know about that, anyway?

"Either way, there appears to be no way up from here," Bukiset noted, looking around.

"Then... let's try this," Slow Cousin Dee decided, and climbed into one of the carts.

YOU UNLOCKED MINE CART WADDLE DEE!

"...what was that about?"