Limitless lights lined a night sky. Each pinpoint stuck to the pitch black expanse, gently wavering its soft light in a silent chorus with the stars surrounding. Each blinking beacon cast its beams far and away and down till they reached the surface of another star -- Pop Star. Only this speckled sky was visible, and the partly lit, pallid, placid plains below were just as eventful the lazy night overhead.

Somewhere, amid the black in between, however, something stirred...

Prism Plains was a busy place during the morning, but once the sun set, it was completely barren. This night was no exception. The only creature still around was a single Galbo, getting some shuteye at the top of a particularly tall hill. He sat contently in a patch of grass, dreaming of roast Grizzo.

A streak of light shot across the sky, illuminating the plains. The Galbo took no notice. The streak grew ever closer, becoming brighter by the second. The Galbo paid it no mind. Finally, the streak made contact with the ground, letting out a deafening noise as it hit. Now the Galbo couldn’t help but notice.

The chubby semi-dragon woke with a startle. Instinctively, he shot out a stream of fire, hoping to incinerate whatever had just made that noise. After a few seconds of flame spitting, it became apparent that whatever had woken him up wasn’t in the immediate vicinity.

What was it then? A Walky practicing his high notes? A Bomber tripping over a rock? The Galbo swerved his body around, getting a good look at his surroundings.

Suddenly, he spotted the source of his rude awakening. About half a mile from his hill, there was a small, smoldering crater in the ground. Galbo squinted at the hole, trying to make out what made it. Unable to discern the crater's source, he started hopping towards it, hoping to get a better look. Now that he was awake, he may as well investigate.

Galbo’s body wasn’t exactly built for locomotion. Lacking any legs or arms to speak of, he had a bit of difficulty getting around. As he continued to hop across the plains, the crater became clearer and clearer. Before he could reach the freshly made impact site, a tiny purple and black orb emerged from the hole. Galbo immediately hopped behind a tree. Whatever this thing was, he didn’t want to be spotted by it. The orb rose several feet into the air, and then became still. With a spark of electricity, four spider-like metal legs emerged from the levitating ball. Slowly, it returned to the ground.

“Unit Turbite has achieved impact,” buzzed the spidery orb, “Awaiting further instructions.”

Galbo peeked out from behind the tree as the creature crawled around, surveying the area. Stricken with fear, the reptile-blob rushed off as fast as his limbless body would take him. He wanted to be as far away from that thing as possible.

All over Dreamland, these strange spider orbs came crashing down, waking those who were asleep and interrupting other venues.

Including that of Kirby and Gooey, who were just outside Kirby's home with a pile of fish.

"Salt!" Kirby exclaimed, holding up a random saltshaker. He was about to add some salt when another spider orb came crashing down nearby. The resulting thud knocked them over, and Kirby dropped the saltshaker, spilling salt everywhere. Kirby screamed when he saw this. "I spilled the salt! I... I wanted that on the fish... alas, poor salt, I knew ye well..."

"...what's that?" Gooey asked. Kirby turned to see the spider, which quickly scanned them. Each time, a red X appeared on the orb.

"Scan results negative. Continuing search." With that, it walked away.

"...should we be worried about that?" Kirby wondered.

"I was worried about the salt," Gooey said. "I figured you'd--" A piano then fell on Kirby.

All over Dreamland, the spiders searched for whatever it was they were on the hunt for, until they found it...

"Kirby, Kirby are you OK?" asked Gooey as he lifted up the piano with his tongue, or at least tried to when the piano fell back on Kirby.

"Mhh mhh mhh!" said Kirby.

"Oh," said Gooey, "you want me to try to help you out again?"

"Mhh mhh!"

"Ok." So this time Gooey moved the piano off of Kirby then asked, "Are you OK?"

"Well guess. A piano just fell on me. Guess how I am feeling."

"Um... hurt?"

"Well no duh."

"Do you want to finish our fish? I went and grabbed some more salt before I help you out."

"You mean that is why I was under there for at least an hour???"

"Well I am sorry, but King Dedede had no more salt and every store in town was sold out, so I had to go to Rock Star and get some."

"Oh forget about the fish. I wonder what that spider was doing and if that had anything to do with the piano."

"Well then shouldn't we follow it?" suggested Gooey.

"Yep, that was exactly what I was thinking." lied Kirby.

"Well then lets go before it eats all of your Maxim Tomatoes."

"WHAT! NO, NOT MY TOMATOES! WE HAVE GOT TO STOP IT!!!"

Kirby then franticing went and ate the spider.

"What was that for?" said an angry Gooey.

"IT WAS EATING MY TOMATOES!"

"And your point is?"

"Um... I don't know, but I feel funny now."

Suddenly, a wide, golden crown formed on Kirby’s head. Bursts of electricity shot forth from the wreath, forming a solid mass of volts.

“Nice!” stated Gooey, “Now we’ll be able to short-circuit those orbs!”

Kirby looked up at his Spark hat. Something about this seemed oddly familiar.

“You know,” said Kirby, “I’m getting a real sense of deja vu here. I think I’ve seen these little robot things somewhere before."

“Really?” said Gooey, “This is the first I've seen of 'em."

Kirby looked up, and saw more of the creatures crashing down from above.

“They’re definitely not native to Popstar…” noted Kirby, “But where exactly are they coming from?”

Kirby paused, continuing to ponder on the matter.

“Uh… Kirby?” said Gooey, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“I know you’re trying to figure out the spider’s wherabouts and whatsabouts, but I think you’ve got bigger things to worry about.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for starters, the spiders seem to be destroying your house.”

Kirby looked over to his dome-shaped domain and, sure enough, about a dozen of the creatures were tearing it up from the inside.

“Ack!” shouted Kirby, waddling over to his slowly crumbling home.

As Kirby and Gooey fended off the property-damaging spiders, a shady figure looked on at the widespread destruction. Soon, his mechanical minions would spread all over Popstar. It didn’t matter if they had to overturn every rock in Red Canyon, they would find what they were searching for. The figure laughed to himself. The Turbite invasion had begun.

"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."