Another episode! Huzzah! *insert Balrog here (and if anybody gets the reference they shall receive an internet cookie)* This chapter I decided to do something different: character building. What better way than to... Have Kirby learn to talk? Anyway, I know I've been focusing a lot on Fumu, but not this time. I will be focusing on the new characters, Meta Knight, and Kirby this time around. ... After this first chapter. I hope you like!

Chapter One: Immaturity

Fumu was sitting on the grass just outside the castle walls, in the shade. She had nothing to do, and so instead was just resting, away from all the noise.

Her nap was interrupted, however, when she heard some soft voices speaking around the corner of the wall she was leaning against. She turned to try and see what it was, only to be greeted by a hyperactive pink puffball.

"Hey Fumu!" he called, running up to and glomping her. "How you are, poyo?"

"No, it's 'how are you?' not 'how you are?'. Good try though, puffball. We're getting closer."

Fumu smiled up at the Noddy as he came nearer, his eyes a deep orange color today. She decided to use her new knowledge to surprise him.

"You know, your eyes turn different colors according to your emotions, right?"

"Yep. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, Bandanna Dee told me what most of them are; like right now, your eyes are orange, meaning you're either annoyed, or amused."

"Spot on." Marx chuckled, sitting down next to her. "Any others?"

"Yeah, but I have a question. I know what most of them are now, like grey meaning depressed, green being surprised and gold meaning happy, but there's one neither Bandy or I can figure out..."

"Yeah, what would that be?"

"Pink. Your eyes sometimes turn pink when you get near certain people, or when certain things happen, but Bandy and I can't figure out any connection. Do you know what- hey! They've turned pink right now!"

"They have?!" Marx was surprised, slightly, but he also knew what was happening.

"Pink, poyo!" Kirby cheered. "Eyes pink!"

"Hey, Kirby, you're speaking really well!" Fumu giggled. "Marx, did you teach him?"

"Yeah, I did."

"You're joking, aren't you?"

"No! What makes you think that?"

"It's just that..." Fumu was finding it hard to put her thoughts into words. "You're so... Immature!"

Marx was rather offended by this comment, Fumu could tell, because his eyes instantly turned orange again.

"Immature?! I am not! What made you think that?!"

Fumu shrugged.

"I don't... Maybe it's the hat, or something, but... You know..."

Kirby must've spotted a butterfly at this point, because he ran off without saying anything.

Marx didn't say anything either, but instead just lowered his head a bit, so his eyes were hidden from Fumu's line of sight by his hat. The little girl became worried.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just- I..."

She stopped, Marx was shaking a bit. Was he crying?

"Marx...?"

It soon became apparent that Marx was actually laughing, as he did so out loud.

"Oh, I had you there, didn't I?"

"Not funny Marx!" Fumu yelled, although she was laughing a bit too.

"It was to me." He smiled. "Hm... It seems like you really care about me, don't you?"

"What do you mean? Of course I do." Fumu giggled. "Why wouldn't I?"

Kirby started shouting some things happily in the distance, but Fumu ignored him.

"Oh... I don't know..." Marx trailed off a bit, apparently not about to finish that sentence any time soon. Fumu decided to switch the subject.

"You know, I still haven't figured out what 'twitterpated' means."

"You haven't?"

"Yeah... Could you help me? Like, not exactly telling me what the word means but... You know... Putting it in a sentence?"

Marx thought about for a bit, before smiling widely and leaning in closer to her.

"Let's just say that I'm twitterpated for you." he bopped her on the nose with a claw, chuckling a bit. Fumu chuckled as well, feeling rather giggly.

Kirby suddenly came running back up, giggling happily.

"Kirby find friend! Kirby find friend!"

Fumu turned to him, smiling. "Really? What sort of friend?" Knowing him, he probably befriended a butterfly or a frog or some other woodland creature.

"Kirby friend coming! You see, poyo!"

Fumu and Marx looked up at the figure approaching them, and became rather worried at what they saw. One thing was for sure; this wasn't your usual woodland creature.