Scattered Interactions - the Beginning
Continued story from here
One aspect of this very land was its frequent visits by alien encounters, each ending with catastrophe due to their destructive needs. Whenever there was an end towards the Gamble Galaxy, a puffball appeared to solve the problem in a flash. The reason that needed to be said was because Kirby was absent from the land at the moment, since he happened to be fighting at the ring of the Fighters, leaving Dream Land but in peace.
The King happened to take note that if any harm comes to Dream Land, he’ll be the first to stop that. However, Kirby appeared to have an emergency phone call, which Dedede only used once. It wasn’t an average emergency but instead for when his food horde went missing only to find out that he was sleep-eating all over again.
And the King thought Kirby held the record for being the most gluttonous.
Instead of having one of his own small problems, the King happened to be driving down the path in a weirdly-shaped motorcycle. The very vehicle bared one tyre with the entire red metal plate, seat and engine exhaust built on it. A single eye was in the middle, having a look of determination on acting the fastest. It wasn’t long until the rider appeared over the hill and was racing down the path, where this visitor happened to be located. The rider looked human for the most part, with a robe of red and a visored helmet around his head, but would he the answer? 
“WHOA!! HALT, HITCHHIKER!!” and so came the rough braking, where the tyre screeched across the path and left a pitch-black snail trail behind. As the rider held upon the handlebars, he managed to slow the very vehicle to a stop which was lucky as accidents would hand have happened. The King however found himself flipping over the front and therefore leaving his back against the plate, though his legs raised to not be caught in the tyre!
“... that there is why ya should wear yer seatbelt...” the King inquired, before letting go and standing. “Now, with tha lesson of tha day taken care of,... WHO are ya,... WHUT are ya an’ WHY ya lookin’ t’throw yer life on tha line when I’m racin’ down tha way!” His yells seemed to echo through the helmet, but he managed to take it off so he could look the visitor in the eye. His emerald oracles were no longer covered by the attached visor.
“Ya also lookin’ a lil’ pale from where I’m standin’. Dun’ tell me I scared ya that there much...”