So much for sleeping tonight. Maybe he should’ve thought twice before gobbling up all of that sugar. Now he’s all jumpy and fidgety.

He welcomed the company! It was impossible for him to even keep still, the poor thing.

That would work wonders, of course! “P-Poyo...!” That would be a yes.

The hyper puffball is rolling around the carpet, accidentally falling down the staircase in successive bounces.

“Poyo.” That’s an unsure yes, given how the little puffball decided to pat his leg. x.com/colourmeemo/st…

“Poyo...?” GREAT, NOW HE’S REPEATING SUCH FOUL SOUNDING WORDS. LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE, YOU HEATHENS:

PUFF SAYS FUCK: THE SEQUEL TO THE HIGHLY ACCLAIMED SEQUEL

Kirby Has Said A Singular(1) Fuck Once It Was Illegal For Him To Do So

Kirby Is Now God Sorry Guys

INHALES AT LEAST TEN BOTTLES OF VODKA.

[Bringing back an oldie but a goodie!!]

He doesn’t know what’s going on but it’s got ‘Not Good’ spelled all over it!

Kirby has awoken to a rather worrying scream. He’ll have to investigate!

“Poyo, Poyo...!” He spots a big dog!

The little menace had just woken up from the most scrumptious dream where he inhaled an entire village comprised entirely out of candies of all shapes and sizes. Truly the sweetest dream he’s had all week.