With the left wing in place, his hopes soared. This wasn't taking as long as he'd thought. It's only been two weeks, and they were making serious headway on his plan. If things kept up like this, it would be complete in a month's time! Or, perhaps about two? Things have been easy so far, and he felt that that would soon change.

He was proven right when he heard about the ocean.

"Wanna come to Onion Ocean?"

His first response was no, but then he found he had no choice. Kirby was already dragging him along.

"So, this is lovely, huh?" Magolor asked with uncertainty.

"Sure is kid! Ain't ya glad you came along?" Dedede spoke.

Turning around, ears pinned back, he hissed out, "I am not a kid!"

"Then how old are you?"

And now he was backed into a corner. Well, at least this could be one thing he was honest about...

"Seventeen."

...

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What's the maturity age for your species?"

"Eighteen, I think? Or at the very least that's the age you're considered an adult."

...

"Sir you are still a child."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!!"

"Are too."

"Am NOT!!!"

"How about you two stop arguin'? It's gonna get us nowhere, and we've got stuff to do."

"I'm gonna make a cake!" Kirby announced, before running off.

The rest of them split up, presumably to do their own things, but Meta Knight stayed behind with Magolor.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to young man. I know you're planning something, and sooner or later, I'll figure out what it is. Until then..."

The rest went unsaid, but that didn't lessen the shivers that went down Magolor's spine as he nervously waved goodbye as Meta Knight left.

This was going horribly.