Why Does He Wear the Mask?


*Weird Al, Dr. Piccolo, and Reggie are outside of a plane, about to board. Weird Al gives a briefcase to Dr. Piccolo.*

Dr. Piccolo, I’m CIA.

*Reggie brings three men with hoods over their heads. One of them is very very fat.*
Reggie Fils-Aimé

He wasn’t alone.

Uh, you don’t get to bring friends.

Dr. Piccolo

They are not my friends…

Reggie Fils-Aimé

Don’t worry, no charge for them.

And why would I want them?

Reggie Fils-Aimé

They were trying to grab the crown. They work for the mercenary. The masked man…

…Dedede?

*Al has a moment of realization.*

Get ‘em on board, I’ll call it in.

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*The plane is mid-air. The three hooded men kneel on the ground in front of Weird Al.*

The flight plan I just filed with the studio lists me, my band, and Dr. Piccolo here. But only one of you!

*Weird Al opens the plane cargo door.*

First one to talk gets to stay on my aircraft!

*He hangs the first hooded man outside of the door and points a gun at his head.*

Who paid you to vote against Dr. Piccolo?!

*Nothing. Weird Al fires the gun out the door and yanks the 1st hooded man back in.*

He didn’t fly so good! Who wants to try next!?

*Al grabs the second hooded man.*

Tell me about Dedede! Why does he wear the mask!

*Nothing.*

Lot of loyalty for a hired gun!

*The third hooded man speaks.*
???

Or perhaps he’s wonderin’ why someone would shoot a man before throwin’ him out of this here plane.

…At least you can talk. Who are you?

???

It doesn’t matter who we are. What matters is our size.

*Weird Al pulls off his hood to reveal…*
King Dedede

No one cared who I was until I put on th’ mask…

If I pull that off, will you die?

King Dedede

It would be extremely painful.

You’re a big guy.

King Dedede

For you.

… Was being caught part of your plan?

King Dedede

Of course! Dr. Piccolo refused our offah in favor of yours. We had ta find out what he told ya.

Dr. Piccolo

Nothing! I leaked nothing!

*The plane lurches. *

Well, congratulations, you got yourselves caught! What’s the next step of your master plan?

King Dedede

Crashin’ this plane…

*Dedede whips out his hammer.*
King Dedede

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Dr. Piccolo

…well, you seem to be in fine shape, but…wait what?!?! What the fuck?!

Woah! Were we just on a plane?

MissingNo.

Oh no, that was the plane scene again, wasn’t it…

Dr. Piccolo

Hey! What the hell are you doing here? This is a private appointment!

MissingNo.

… Sorry… I’ll go…

*BANG BANG BANG*
King Dedede

DOCTAH! Open up this door! That pasta is screwin’ with my head! I was gonna crash a plane and ovathrow the government and get away with it! You need to make it come back!

Dr. Piccolo

Alright, I’ve had enough. The office is closed for the rest of today. OUT!