*After the results of Round 1, Match 1...*
King DededeHAHAHAHA! Take that, polka boy! Y’all ain’t nothin’ against MY girth! You ain’t fat, you ain’t nothin’!
*Dedede starts dancing gayly, mocking an accordion with his arms, as if to taunt Al.*
*Dedede refuses to let up.*
*Al storms out of the Gaylord in a huff. Shortly after, he decides to take a walk to clear his head, his anger quickly giving way to melancholy...*
*Al looks around. He considers going into town for a scoop of rocky road ice cream, but he’s just not feeling it. Not even his favorite flavor could fill that sinking feeling. He feels a gust of the summer wind. His gaze follows the breeze’s path to find a graveyard located next to the Gaylord.*
*Al doesn’t question much further, before going down this new walking path.*
Weird Al YankovicUgh. To come all this way, just to lose the first round...I feel almost as bad as I did when *she* was still here.
*Al stops walking, not noticing a certain gravestone behind him.*
Weird Al YankovicWhy did I even start this parody stuff in the first place... I should just quit. I should just pack my things and beat it...
*All of a sudden, Al starts to feel dizzy. He feels like he’s losing consciousness, even though he’s wide awake. His head is spinning faster than a crashing airplane into the Albuquerque hillside.*
*Then, as quickly as it started, Al not only regains his balance, but his body strikes a pose!*
*Al tries to process that involuntary movement, but as soon as his mind begins to wander, he feels...a sense of reinforcement. Like an old comrade giving him affirmation.*
Weird Al YankovicY’know...to come out all this way to such a musical tournament...it’d be a waste to not play one of my own songs. I know that trumpet guy just put out one, and it was pretty bad...you know it!~
*Al looks around, realizing no one was around to hear him correct himself. Even though it felt like somebody was there...*
*Al shrugs off his own doubts, and walks to the Gaylord in high spirits, playing his accordion along the way. Although, he feels in the mood to walk...backwards?*
*Back in the Gaylord, Dedede is chowing down on complimentary snacks in celebration.*
LuigiSir, please! Save some for the others!!
EscargoonLook, sorry guy, but I wouldn’t bother even trying with the king.
EscargoonThis is happening now, you just have to accept it.
*Suddenly, he hears the familiar sounds of an accordion approaching him.*
King DededeAww...still here, losah? Y’sure I didn’t send ya packin’?!
*Al doesn’t pay mind. To him, it doesn’t matter who won or lost, who’s wrong or right...*
King DededeHey, you heah me, boy?! What’s your problem?!
*Al starts to feel like dancing. He’s busting out some bad moves, with the swift and agile grace of a smooth criminal. After finishing his moves, he gives Dedede a look in the eye, almost like he’s challenging the king.*
*Dedede tries to break out another big gay dance, but in a heartbeat, his “feast” begins to catch up with him.*
*Dedede gives up before he can even start.*
King DededeBah, you ain’t worth any more of mah time! C’mon, Escargoon, let’s hit up the sauna or somethin’!
*Dedede and Escargoon bug off, as Luigi sighs in relief.*
LuigiThanks, sir. Any more of him, and my snack bar would’ve been gone by morning! Is there any way I could repay you?
*Al’s stomach starts to grumble.*
LuigiOkay, well, what would you like?
