Today, You, Marx and Magolor had to “babysit” Kirby since Meta Knight and King Dedede were going out for the night and needed someone to care for Kirby, so you three accepted the offer.

Kirby was a very well-behaved and good little guy, but later, you would be sitting in the living room and reading a newspaper, while Magolor and Marx would be in Kirby’s room playing with Kirby.

You would hear them talk, so you would listen-in.

You would hear Marx and Magolor talk, they were probably playing a game or something, but Marx seemed upset at the role he had. “Wife?! Why am I the wife?” Marx would question.

Magolor would sigh. “Because you’re attentive, sweet and you look good in white.” Magolor would say while blushing a bit.

Marx would be blushing. “Magolor- you can’t just say stuff like that.” Marx would say with a little bit of an nervous and flustered as both Magolor and Kirby giggled.