Authoress’ Notes: Okay, here’s the deal: I was planning on making a Thanksgiving special, but I ran out of time, so I didn’t make it! However! I did make a Christmas because it’s my favorite time of the year. Expect another update maybe late next month, but for now, enjoy the holiday cheer of Kirby and friends!

Potato Salad

Chapter 6: ‘Tis the Season to be Crazy!

Yes, it’s that time again! When the weather outside is frightful and the time inside is so delightful! When jingle bells jingle all the way and everybody tries to kill each other because they’ve got the last toy in stock for like, 483,948,095 miles! Yes, my friends, it’s CHRISTMAS! Why, even Kirby and his round of friends are getting into the holiday sprit... This is... if they know what the hell they’re doing...

Sasha scowled at our pink hero, because everyone was back in Peppermint Palace for no apparent reason. “Okay, Kirby... why are back here again?”

“Haven’t we already been here?” Rambo asked.

“Kirby probably got us lost again, since we don’t have a map,” Mizu mumbled.

Brownie scoffed. “Ha! We don’t need a map! We’ve got our internal instincts!”

“Uh... no we don’t...” Blackie reminded her unintelligent brother.

“Sure we do! Uh...” he looked around. “I can safely say that we now in Peppermint Palace!”

Blackie sweatdropped. “Idiot...”

“Guys! Today, were not gonna be doing ANYTHING!” Kirby promptly decided.

“Like we’ve been doing anything at all?” Sasha remarked.

“Why not, Kirby?” Blackie asked, ignoring the tedious Sasha.

“Because it’s Christmas! Duh!” Kirby replied.

“...What’s that?” asked Brownie, as he gassed up his Wheelie Bike and please don’t ask me how, because I really don’t know!

“Is that gonna hurt?” Gizmo wondered.

“Does it have anything to with evil rituals? You know, the ones where somebody usually gets sacrificed?” Booie asked, hoping the answer was probably ‘yes’!

“DOES IT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH LOUD NOISES OR PENCILS?” François asked, always being the crazy one.

“Nope! I heard about it on one of those stale TV specials that come on at this time of the year! They say it’s really neat!” explained the pink guy.

Blackie scratched her head. “...Since when did we have TV?”

Sasha narrowed her eyes. “And since when do we watch it?”

“AND WHY WON’T THE WALLS STOP SPINNING?” François howled!

Kirby sweatdropped. “Look, nevermind, okay? It’s just a really cool thing where you wait around get free stuff from this fat guy dressed in red!”

“This sounds like King Dedede...” Rambo mused.

“He wouldn’t do something like that, would he? Isn’t he supposed to be this awful, ruthless tyrant, or something?” Jewel asked.

Kirby shook his head. “No! No! No! His name is Santa Claus and he gives out presents for free once a year on Christmas!”

Mizu raised an eyebrow. “There has to be a catch, right?”

Blackie suddenly realized something! “Yeah! Kirby, you’d better give us the details on this ‘Santa Claus’ guy before we end up doing something you’ll regret!”

Brownie bounced up and down. “I bet he’s got a gun and plans on shooting us with it!”

“Yeah! And... and-and he’s got, like, big claws to slice through us and stuff! I mean, why else would his name be Santa CLAWS?” Booie boasted.

“No, you idiot! That’s not how you spell his name!” scoffed Sasha.

Booie sweatdropped. “...How’d you know I spelled his name like that?”

Gizmo looked at a tree. “So... how do we do this Christmas thing?”

“Well,” Kirby thought for a second. “I know it has something to do with cookies and a tree... and I think presents.”

“Fine...” WHOOSH! Mizu slashed through a tree and cut it down! “Now what?”

“Hey, man! You’re supposed to say ‘Timber!’ when you do that! You could’ve killed me!” Brownie scolded, although he was nowhere near the tree when it fell.

Rambo pulled out some Waddle Dee cookies. “Got the cookies right here! What else?”

“Where do we get the presents?” Gizmo asked.

“And why do you put them under the tree? Won’t they get like dirty and stuff?” inquired Jewel.

“How should I know? It’s just what you do!” Kirby groaned, as he and Brownie struggled with setting the tree up.

“OW!” someone shouted from beneath the tree.

“What the?” Kirby hopped away from the snow. “What the heck was that?”

As if to answer his question, a Kirby sat up in the snow! He was super white! Whiter than Booie, even! In fact, he was so white, the only thing of him that could be seen in the snow was his orange feet and gray eyes!

Sasha shrugged. “I’m assuming he wants to join us, right?”

Blackie squinted at him. “Where do they keep coming from?”

“Why, hello there! Who are you?” Rambo greeted.

“Uh... my name’s Razz...” replied the Snow Kirby. “I was trying to sleep and somebody planted a tree in my skull!”

“Technically, you don’t have a skull,” Gizmo said.

The white ball sweatdropped. “Yeah... Anyway, I heard someone talking about Christmas... do you guys have any idea what you’re doing or what you’re supposed to do on Christmas?”

“Not really, no,” Brownie shrugged, dropping the tree in the snow.

“Well,” Razz cleared his voice. “Christmas isn’t about presents, trees, and cookies, you know.”

Kirby scoffed. “Yeah, right! That’s all it’s about!”

Razz shook his head. “Some think it’s nothing more than a feeding frenzy for the free market and an excuse to get people to open their wallets at every turn. Others take the viewpoint that it is a holy day that is cheapened and diminished by all the garish festivities. Yet few, if any, when really pressed, are willing to give up the Christmas holiday, in spite of their ambivalent feelings. The hidden meaning is that Christmas is the festival of the human heart. It is a time of year when the universe conspires to raise the vibratory level of consciousness on earth to one of peace and love toward ourselves and one another. This season resonates to the sweet, childlike innocence that resides in all of us. A time when the heavenly forces inspire us to shift our focus away from fear and toward one of joy, and healing.”

Everyone looked at Razz in shock! Until Kirby said, “Wow... That’s deep.”

“No wonder we don’t celebrate it here; No one knows how!” Blackie laughed.

“Aw, come on!” someone else shouted!

“Huh?” Kirby turned around to see Dedede coming out the bushes! “It’s Dedede!”

“I was planning on bombing you guys with this here Bomber, but after hearing that Christmas crap, you made me feel like a heartless Hothead!”

“Since when are Hotheads heartless?” Rambo asked. “They’re actually very nice creatures!”

The penguin guy sweatdropped. “Yeah... Well, that’s not the point... the point is that it’s Christmas and I don’t have anyone to celebrate it with!”

“But aren’t you trying to kill us?” Kirby asked, sweatdropping big time!

“Yeah, but... but... Well, THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

“Hey, you know... no one deserves to be alone on Christmas,” Razz calmly said. “It’s inhumane.”

“Sure!” Blackie smiled. “No one deserves to be alone on Christmas!”

“Oh, like we’re actually people?” Sasha rudely added.

“You mean... I can join you guys for Christmas?” the king was all teary-eyed!

Brownie shrugged. “Eh, sure. Not like I actually care.”

“Besides,” Gizmo took out a big book! “You’re violating Bad Guy Code #58904-ER45: Trying to kill your worst enemy on Christmas! You’re breaking the law! We outta turn you in!”

Dedede freaked out! “What? That’s so stupid! How come I didn’t know about this?”

“Because you’re not supposed to be in this game?” Mizu truthfully said.

“Because you suck?” Kirby guessed.

“NO, KIRBY!” François randomly added! “WE SUCK! WE ALL SUCK SO BAD!”

“Um... so now what do we do?” Blackie asked, again?

“WE HAVE CHRISTMASTIME!” Kirby shouted!

“This is so random, it’s not even funny...” Sasha shrugged.

“Ooh!” Dedede threw his bomb away, causing it to explode in the background and kill several hordes of Chillys and Pengys! “Can we open the presents now? I love presents! Did anyone get one for me?”

“Oh! Me first! Me first!” Booie ripped open a long present! “WOW! A Magic Paintbrush! It’s always what I wanted!”

He then got magically turned into a ball!

“Awesome! Totally awesome!” he remarked!

“Wow!” Dedede started crying again! “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had!”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “More like the most retarded Christmas you’ve ever had...”

“Aw, come Sasha! Stop being a Scrooge! ...Wait... How did I know who that was?” Kirby frowned and pondered. “Oh, well! It doesn’t matter! Merry Christmas, Sasha!” Kirby gave her a Maxim Tomato with a mistletoe on it! Aww...

“Well,” Sasha softened up a little. “...That’s very nice, Kirby... Uh, thanks... I guess.”

“Hey! What’re you doing, letting her have all the fun?” Booie bounced in! “IT’S CHRISTMASTIME! LET’S PARTY!”

“I think that’d be better for New Year’s,” Razz sweatdropped. “You know?”

Everybody stopped celebrating, dancing, laughing, playing, having fun, and enjoying the Christmastime and looked at Razz with one question on heir lips...

“WHAT THE HELL IS NEW YEAR’S?”