Night dawned upon a remote area of Planet Popstar, better known as Dreamland.
Many villains were gathered inside a dark fortress inside that remote area.
"Say, isn't it time for the Master to arrive?" said the minion Goriath impatiently.
"Patience, puffer," said the Fatty Puffer. "The master will arrive in time. He may be talking with that voice he usually keeps contact wi--"
Suddenly an eruption of fire came from the ground.
"I told you," said the Fatty Puffer. "Here he is!"
SNAP! It was the most villainous creature you've ever seen. He had two red, gleaming eyes and was, as far as the eye could tell, was made completely out of fire.
"Welcome, my friends," said the creature. "I have spotted a ship. The Lor Starcutter has returned. He could destroy us!"
Everyone in the group mumbled their concern.
"We must counter this move. There is one who stands with him, giving him even more power. Together, they will make such a powerful team that even we could never survive...until now. Kirby! The meddlesome creature who has foiled our plans, who has driven us into hiding. But now things are different. We are now more experienced." He inhaled. "We can emerge...now. We can take over! I am preparing an invasion fleet of tiny, armed monsters. I am putting you all in order. Whispy Woods, you will watch over the invasion. No matter what happens, stay there and another minion will control the forces as they spread across the planet. Many forces have spread to Halcandra. My boss has requested that one of you watch over those forces with him."
"Metal General, how about you?" the creature concluded. "A transport is waiting outside."
"Okay, Grand Doomer," said the Metal General. For that was the Master's name.
As the Metal General left in a transport, the Grand Doomer turned. "Prepare to attack Magolor!"
A green, sword-wielding minion pointed a cannon...