A/N: To make things more clear, the Samus in my fic is NOT the same one in the Metroid games. He is a male and is my own creation. And as for Sheik, I saw other people putting Sheik a guy in their fanfics, so why can't I? They also believe that Sheik is a male and is his own person. Well guess what? I'm one of them, so don't complain to me about Samus or Sheik, ok? Please? Now, on with the story.

There was snow everywhere on the ground. It was a beautiful sight. Even the Pine Trees were covered in snow. The sun shone, making the snow sparkle, but not enough to melt it. The air was too cold for the snow to melt.

The Smashers were at a town, far away from their home. They were at a race contest that is held every year. A crowd of people were watching the race, as well as some of the Smashers. Some of them were in the race, too. A pile of snow was sitting in the middle of the race track, until a snowmobile broke through it.

Ganondorf was ahead of the group. Samus was behind him and Falco was trying to catch up with Samus. Ganondorf made a sharp turn at the edge, making snow fly, hitting Samus, but he kept going. He had his suit on anyway, so the snow didn't bother him.

But Roy was way ahead of most of them. He went through a narrow passage and hoped that he would squeeze through, and luckily, he did. Bowser caught up to him. He slammed into Roy's snow mobile and cackled. Roy almost lost his balance, but continued the race.

"There is no way you can beat me!" Bowser laughed, "Admit your defeat!"

Roy didn't say anything, but made a sharp turn at a corner. His snow mobile made snow fly and hit Bowser. Bowser wiped the snow off his face, but he wasn't paying attention to his driving. When he looked forward, he was heading towards a tree. Bowser screamed, and before he could turn, he hit the tree. The impact had shut down his snow mobile. He tried to start it back up, but it was no use.

"CURSE YOU!" he roared.

Roy looked back. He smiled at the sight, then turned around and continued the race. Marth was falling behind, and he tried to speed up his mobile.

"Arg, stupid thing!" he said angrily to himself, "Go faster already!"

Falco sped past Marth and was heading toward the finish line. But before he could claim his victory, Fox sped up, and went past the line. The whistle blown, meaning that he won the second lap.

"All right Fox!" shouted Peach.

Zelda walked up from behind Peach, "Great race, huh?" she asked Peach.

"Yes." Peach said, and then she sighed.

"What's wrong?" Zelda asked her friend.

"I wish Mario and Luigi would see it, but instead, their too busy eating at that Italian restaurant across from here." she said.

Zelda laughed a little, "You know them, they're always into Italian food."

Back at the restaurant, Mario and Luigi were chowing down on some Pizza and other Italian foods. Pikachu and Pichu were with them as well.

"I-a-think we should get-a-back to the others, what do you think?" Mario asked Luigi.

Luigi muffled.

"We-a-been here for a long-a-time." Mario said.

Luigi swallowed the Pizza. "All right." he said.

"Pikachu, Pichu, it's-a-time to go." Mario said, getting up.

Pikachu and Pichu literarily had their faces in their spaghetti. They didn't listen, but continued eating loudly. Luigi looked at Mario and shrugged.

"I-a-guess their-a-still hungry." he said.

Mario sighed. "We-a-have to go!"

Pikachu got up; he had spaghetti sauce all over his mouth. He drew the spaghetti noodle into his mouth and swallowed.

"Pika pika." (All right all right) he said. Pikachu tapped on Pichu's shoulder.

"Pichu, pikachu pi." (Pichu, it's time to go)

"Pichu pi." (I'm not done) Pichu replied. He continued eating. Pikachu sighed.

"C'mon, little Pichu." Luigi said. He grabbed Pichu's feet and pulled him away from his food.

Luigi held Pichu in his arms. Pichu licked his face and paws like a rabbit cleaning itself. Pikachu did the same thing.

"Let's-a-go!" Mario said.

They walked out of the restaurant. Pichu quickly felt the cold air against his body. He buried under Luigi's arms to get warm.

"Where-a-are the racers?" Mario asked. Luigi shrugged.

Just then, a snow mobile sped past them, making Luigi fall to the ground. Pichu got free and hoped on Mario's head.

They are now on the last lap. It was getting close to the end. Ganondorf and Roy were competing against each other for the finish line. But how did Ganondorf manage to get ahead when he was behind from the start? By secretly cheating of course. He had found a shortcut that the others, including the judges, didn't know about. Ganondorf looked at Roy and laughed.

"Do you honestly believe that YOU can defeat me?" he asked.

"I've defeated you in dozens of fight matches." Roy said calmly, "And I'll bet I can defeat you in a race."

"Humph!" Ganondorf cocked his head. "Yeah right."

Ganondorf slammed into Roy's mobile. Roy almost fell off, but regained his balance.

"I will do anything to win this." he said, "Even if it means payback!"

Roy slammed into Ganondorf's mobile, but Ganondorf was too heavy to be knocked off.

Ganondorf laughed, "I can't be defeated!"

"That's not what I think." Roy said.

Then he looked ahead. He and Ganondorf were headed for a ledge. Roy tried to remain calm, but he suddenly found out that he was no longer on snow. They were on ice, which made it harder for him and Ganondorf to control their snow mobiles.

Roy tried to turn to the corner where the race was continued, but the ice made it hard for him.

"C'mon!" he said, straining.

Ganondorf also tried to get back to the snow. Roy's mobile spun around and stopped. He panted. Ganondorf also got control. Roy sped onto the track, making snow fly and hit Ganondorf in the face. He wiped the snow off.

"THIS IS NOT OVER!" he yelled. He started up his snow mobile again and took off.

Roy would do anything to win. Even if he was in a tight spot, he would try to get through it anyway.

Marth was catching up. He slowed down the others by making snow fly at them on purpose. Like Roy, he would do anything to win. He finally caught up with Roy. Roy looked at Marth and smiled.

"How did you get here so quickly?" he asked, "I thought you were way back there!"

"I guess I got lucky." Marth replied. "Tell you what, when I win, I'll show you my gratitude by giving you one of my ribbons."

Roy grinned, "You mean if I win!" he said.

"I wouldn't count on that!" Marth teased.

"Well, if you want to win this race, you better pay attention to your driving!" Roy said as he turned to a corner.

Marth looked ahead and saw what Roy was talking about. He was heading towards a brick wall.

"GAAA!" he yelled.

Marth slammed the breaks and stopped. He caught his breath.

"Why you…." he said angrily. He turned his mobile around and raced onto the track.

Roy was relieved. But something was wrong. His mobile was sparking. All that slamming had messed it up. But he didn't care. All he wanted was to get to the finish line before it exploded. Or it might shut down on him. Either way, he just continued. He was determined to win, and yet, so were the others.

Fox was ahead of all of them. Falco was catching up with him. Fox's fur was now coated with snow, which slowed him down a bit. But he didn't care. Falco, on the other hand, was freezing. He was so cold, he could barely move.

The crowd cheered loudly. They were cheering on their favorite racer. Roy was almost to the finish line. But Marth and Ganondorf were catching up. When they caught up with him, Roy was in the middle.

"This is payback for what you did to me!"Ganondorf shouted.

Ganondorf slammed into Roy, which slammed into Marth. Both finally lost their balance and fell off their mobiles. Roy struggled to get on his feet. He looked at his snow mobile, which was in no condition to ride anymore. He was lucky it didn't explode while he was on it. But he didn't care. Roy got on his mobile and tried to start it. It wouldn't start. Marth got up and did the same thing. It wouldn't start either.

After several tries, Roy finally gave up. He pressed his head against the snow mobile and sighed. Then he got off of his busted up mobile and kicked it out of anger. Marth got off of his mobile.

"Damn it!" Roy shouted, angrily that Ganondorf had cheated his way through.

Marth sighed in defeat.

Ganondorf was getting close to the finish line, but Samus suddenly cut in front of made a sharp turn in front. Ganondorf did the same.

"Outta the way!" Ganondorf said.

Samus looked at him and grinned under his helmet. Fox and Falco finally caught with them. Ganondorf slammed into Falco's mobile, which slammed into Fox's. Both fell off their mobiles and crashed onto the icy track. Fox got up and tried to shake the snow off his fur. Falco just growled in anger, and kicked his mobile. Samus pressed the boost button and he sped up. Then he got past the finish line for the final time.

"And that concludes the race!" the announcer said. "Samus is the winner!"

Samus parked the mobile around the corner and got off. He took off his helmet and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Ganondorf, on the other hand, got off his snow mobile and kicked it himself.

Later that day, the Smashers decided to look around the town.

"That was a tough race." Fox said.

"Tell me about it." Marth said, looking at his bruised arm.

"Hey Samus, what did you win, anyway?" Link asked him.

"This!" he said. He took out a shiny medal that was on a ribbon.

"Can I look at it?" Zelda asked.

"Sure." Samus said, handing Zelda his medal. Zelda looked at it. The medal flashed in the sun.

"This is really cool." she said.

"Look in the middle." Samus said, "What do you see?"

Zelda took a closer look at it. It had the Smash Brothers trademark symbol on it.

"Wow!" she said, "It's our trademark!"

Samus smiled. Zelda gave back his medal, and Samus stored it away.

"So, where do you guys want to go to now?" Link asked.

"There's a gift shop not too far from here." Peach said.

"But I'm hungry!" said Young Link.

"I-a-told you you've should've stayed with us!" Luigi said, "Pikachu, Pichu, Mario and I, went-a-to a restaurant!"

Young Link groaned.

"I'm getting a bit hungry myself." Link said, "Why don't we just grab a snack, and then we'll be on our way?"

"Sounds good." said Peach.

While they were getting a bite to eat, Fox and Falco were fixing up their Arwings.

"Falco, can you hand me that wrench over there?" asked Fox.

"Sure." Falco replied. He grabbed a wrench and slid it across the floor towards Fox.

"Thanks." Fox said.

"No problem." said Falco.

Fox grabbed the wrench and put it under his Arwing. He loosened a bolt, but that was a mistake. Oil poured out of it and slashed onto Fox. Fox screamed. He quickly got up, but hit his head on his Arwing.

"OW!" he shouted.

"You ok, Fox?" Falco asked.

Fox didn't answer. He got out from under his Arwing and got up. He coughed and held his head.

"Fox?" Falco asked once more

"I'm fine!" he gagged.

He seemed to have swallowed some of the oil. He tried to cough it up, but instead, he puked it up. Falco looked at Fox, but after seeing what he was doing, he quickly got back under his Arwing.

"I think I'm going to take a break." he said, gagging. Fox ran somewhere else.

Falco sighed, and continued working on his Arwing.