Candy Kingdom: Possible Dededetour?
“Inkwell Isles… this here island is a’ight, I s’pose, but where in Nova is alla ink?” The very set of islands had a new visitor joining, one who just arrived from who knew elsewhere, for he came from another dimension; from appearances alone, he might look like royalty, but the King himself came from a planet far, far away called Pop Star, which he ruled an area titled Dream Land. Only he knew that, but who knows as by the next second, he might announce his title across the whole island and make himself a celebrity. Currently accompanied by a few Waddle Dee’s, the young King happened to be entering a carnival, where his inner child sprang back into his system and urged him to partake!
Only a few minutes later, his hands were covered in popcorn packets, cotton candy, and stuffed toys of what appeared to be cute devils and die-headed salesmen. Did he really just speed run the entire carnival, because if so, he might have needed that speed when challenging Kirby to the Gourmet Race! His eyes squinting in joy, he enjoyed the satisfying taste of the snacks from each stand; even more so, he felt like a champion during the games of aiming darts and water pistols, due to his history of ‘safe’ duelling. There’s nothing that could interrupt his enjoyable day at the carnival…
The King’s emerald eyes immediately caught sight of a giant cupcake, alerting the King within a millisecond, halting him on his path. As such, the Waddle Dee’s bumped into him, for they were walking in a line, and so rushed in front of him to see if he was fine and well. It’s rare for the King to stop what he was doing! As they nervously examined him, they failed to notice what he was looking at, which would be the very cupcake on the left.
“Th-Th-That ain’t no cupcake… that there is a tankard treat…!” He would then drop his snacks all over the floor, alerting the soldiers greatly, who all tried to clean up the mess as best as they could! They also failed to see him leaving, for their focus was cleaning his own mess! The mesmerised majesty slowly marched all the way over towards the cupcake, cyan around the base with a giant icing-made roof, before noticing a door, which he bumped into. Upon was a sign, reading the very name of this land.
Now, the King struggled in reading large words, for he never had anyone who spoke his language while growing up. Squinting his eyes into extremely thin slits, the teen tried to find out exactly what the sign was reading; “Sssss sooger… ughh, sh-sugar… Sugar shim- SUGAR?!?!” Upon that blurted-out word that echoed across the carnival, the soldiers jumped in panic and set their beady eyes on their majesty. Without a single moment to lose, the King then burst right through the door, before being followed by the soldiers out back. It all came rather too soon as the very visitor would be falling onto his front and have his face and front covered in pink mud… rather sweet mud, that appeared to be icing!
