Everyone at the door dashed inside and shut it. “They’re outside!” warned Amy.
      “Hoo boy!” muttered the Doctor. “We’re not ready yet! Where are Rassilon and William?!”
      “Right here!” called Rassilon as she and William brought two more boxes.
      “Thank goodness! Where have you been?!”
      “We had to cannibalize a lot of old machines for half these parts!” protested William. “Rassilon had to walk me through the parts’ description! It took her ages to describe the Epsilon Reticular Gauge in a way I could understand it!”
      “I had to keep reminding myself that he’s a medical man, not an engineer,” said Rassilon. The TARDIS then rocked, then a bell rang!
      “Laudable effort to explain things, Rassilon,” said the Doctor as she began emptying the boxes in a hurry, “but that may prove academic! That’s the Cloister Bell, everyone!”
      “Of all the times to cannibalize the H.A.D.S!” complained Kirby as he got to work connecting and calibrating the parts.
      “H.A.D.S?!” asked William.
      “Hostile Action Displacement System!” explained the Doctor.
      “Something that usually keeps the TARDIS from being destroyed?!” asked Amy.
      “An emergency dematerialization away from any destructive force, yes!” replied the Doctor. “But we needed key components from them for this to work!”
      “TARDIS computer’s ready for the estimates!” said Rassilon. “200 strong army’s been detected!”
      “200 Weeping Angels,” shuddered the Doctor as she fed figures into the console. “That’s pushing it! We’ll have to give it everything! Computer’s calculated the projections! Kirby, Rassilon, it’s time!” The two Time Lords and the Star Warrior wired the segments of the Key to Time to a slapdash machine that seemed to stretch its wires into the console. “Powering up!”
      “Feeding through the boosters!” announced Rassilon. The console sparked.
      “Potential temporal feedback loop building!” called Kirby. “Projecting perma-lux barrier! No, wait! That’s too early! The flux comparative’s interfering!”
      “William! That purple button right there!” called the Doctor. “Press it like you did with Miss Tarae’s TARDIS! 112 BPM!”
      “Another one bites the dust then! Here we go!” replied William. He began pressing the button to the beat of Another one Bites the Dust, even singing along. 
      “Another one bites the dust!
      Another one bites the dust!
      And another one gone, and another one gone,
      Another one bites the dust! (yeah)
      Hey, I'm gonna get you too!
      Another one bites the dust!” The Time Rotor then started glowing.
      “We’re compensating well!” called Rassilon. “Five! Four! Three! Two! One! NOW!” 
      “WILLIAM, STOP!” called the Doctor. As William stopped TARDIS CPR, The Doctor pulled the take-off lever. The console sparked for a bit, then the TARDIS made its arrival noise and thud. Smoke came out of the console. The Doctor waved it away with her hat and checked the scanner. The other instruments then rebooted. Kirby checked them.
      “…We’re just a few yards away from the Angels’ outer perimeter,” he said. The Doctor then smiled.
      “Your idea worked, Kirby!” she said.
      “Really?!” asked Kirby.
      “Let’s take a look outside!” called the Doctor.
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      Everyone stepped out of the TARDIS to see the Weeping Angels inside a transparent ball of yellow light, being jostled around. “…Wh…What is this?” asked William.
      “That, William,” said the Doctor, “is the Weeping Angels gorging themselves on the potential energy of their own lives whilst looking at one another forever! And the TARDIS checked to make sure there weren’t any more Angels! Popstar is clear!”
      “…So what do we do with them?” asked Bandee.
      “No worries,” said Kirby. “That problem’s about to solve itself.” The bubble then vanished, taking the Angels with it!
      “Where’d they go?!” yelped Dedede.
      “To a lifeless planet,” replied the Doctor. “We had to convince our potential time energy bubble to go there instead of staying here on Popstar.”
      “I’d rather not have any Angels on my lawn,” chuckled Kirby. “…And now that this adventure is over…” He, Dedede, Bandee, and Meta Knight then posed.
      “Ooh boy!” said Amy. “Here comes the victory dance!” The four Popstar Warriors then performed a short victory dance before making a final pose. As they posed, Kirby gave up his new Copy Ability and returned to being normal Kirby.
      “HAI!” he said.
      “Doctor, I’m a grateful king!” said Dedede. “We’ll be holding a feast in your honor!”
      “Oh, we appreciate that, King Dedede,” said Amy, “but we have to-.”
      “Erm…we can’t really leave yet,” sighed the Doctor. “That trick damaged the TARDIS so much that the old girl needs to rest and recharge its power cells.”
      “…Oh.”
      “…Well, I think we could do with a short rest,” said Rassilon. “And I’m going to take this opportunity to get myself a new outfit.”
      “How about after the feast, Rassilon?” asked Amy. “I could do with some food.”
      “Me too,” agreed William.
      “…Yes, food IS more important right now,” conceded Rassilon.
      “That settles it, then!” declared the Doctor.
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      At Castle Dedede, the Waddle-Dees prepared a magnificent spread with meats, veggies, and sweets. Kirby and Dedede were the ones eating the most, given their shared love of food. Rassilon blinked. She ate a lot to recover the energy she spent in regenerating, but nowhere near as much as Kirby and Dedede. “It’s a thing with them,” said Bandee.
      “I see,” remarked Rassilon.
      “Man, that’s good food!” sighed William happily as he patted his belly. “I needed that!”
      “You’re telling me!” said Amy. “That was delicious!”
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      After the feast, the TARDIS crew was brought back to the TARDIS. It looked a lot better now. “Thank you all!” called the Doctor.
      “You’re welcome back to Popstar any time!” called Dedede.
      “Poyoyo!” said Kirby as everyone waved.
      “Bye, Kirby! See you in the next Smash Tournament!” replied Amy. Everyone was back inside the TARDIS and it took off.
      “…Goodbye, Doctor,” said Meta Knight to himself. “And good luck.”
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      As the TARDIS entered the Time Vortex, the Doctor inserted the tracer into its slot. “All right, old girl,” she said to the TARDIS, “you take your time in calculating the next destination. Rassilon, you think you could-?” She noticed she was alone in the console room. “…Rassilon? Amy? William?”
      “In the wardrobe!” called Amy’s voice.
      “…Ah! Yes! Rassilon!” recalled the Doctor. She headed to the wardrobe. She knocked on the door.
      “Come in,” called Rassilon. The Doctor entered to see Rassilon in a blue shirt, skirt, brown jacket, and a brown trilby. “Well?”
      “…I think the blue would work better,” remarked the Doctor, “but the rest of the ensemble makes you look like a comedy internet reviewer.”
      “…Well, I suppose…” Rassilon ducked behind a curtain, then came out looking like a blue Queen of Hearts. “…What do you think?”
      “…Too stuffy,” remarked William.
      “…No, then,” sighed Rassilon. She went behind another curtain, then came back out in a patchwork coat!
      “Now you’re just mocking me!” hissed the Doctor.
      “Yes, I am, aren’t I?” chuckled Rassilon.
      “You…you wore that, Doctor?!” asked Amy.
      “Yes, during my sixth incarnation,” sighed the Doctor. “My Mid-lives crisis, as it were.”
      “You’d fit in at a Pride Parade in that,” remarked William.
      “Oh, no doubt,” agreed the Doctor. Rassilon ducked behind another curtain, then came out wearing a blue flamenco dress with a blue rose and bow pinned to the left of her hair.
      “I think we have a winner!” she said.
      “…Rassilon, we do a lot of running here,” remarked William.
      “Oh, don’t worry,” replied the Doctor. “I had a companion that always wore the wrong shoes and she got herself out of plenty of trouble.”
      “…Something’s missing,” muttered Rassilon. She then saw a makeup kit. “Lipstick! That’s it!” She got out blue lipstick from the kit and applied it. She then examined herself in the mirror.
      “I’m guessing Meta Knight’s accent had an influence,” chuckled Amy.
      “Yes, this is the one!” declared Rassilon. “Now, where to next?”
      “Rassilon, there’s a mystery here,” remarked the Doctor.
      “Doctor?” asked William.
      “How did the Angels know where to base themselves?” continued the Doctor. “And how did they know we were after the Key to Time?”
      “…Come to think of it, the Autons were after it as well,” recalled Rassilon. “Almost as if…as if someone told them!”
      “The Black Guardian,” said the Doctor. “It’s the only logical explanation. They want you to fail.”
      “What would be the Black Guardian’s endgame in making me fail, though?” muttered Rassilon. “Unless they view my seeking your help as cheating.”
      “Questions, questions, where are the answers?” muttered the Doctor. “We’d better find them by the time we assemble the Key.”
      “Agreed,” said Rassilon. William and Amy stood by.
      “…I really hate it when they act this way,” muttered William.
      “Don’t knock it,” said Amy. “It looks like Rassilon is changing for the better. The Doctor DID call her a tyrant at one point and Rassilon’s not so high-handed and Time Lordish.”
      “…It really has been fun,” mused William.
      “Hm?” asked the Doctor.
      “Nothing,” replied William.