A/N Hi there! I am here yet again, writing another fanfiction. I know they are pretty rare (blame it on my teachers, as great as they are this year…. Homework!) but this has been on me for a while, and Spring Break starts pretty soon… so enjoy!

You might understand this a slight bit more if you read Camping Trip of Doom. It's not required, but it's easier to see how I made the character personalities and all.

Disclaimer: I have lots of birthday money, but I really can't buy SSB:M with tons of Borders book cards and 35. I am accepting donations though. I'll give you your favorite character if you donate! Minimum is 2000 dollars. Take it or leave it. :crickets offer grass blades: Uh… thanks.

(Begin chapter one)

"BOWSER! WHERE ARE MY SANDALS! GIVE THEM BACK YOU CHUNK OF SHELL!" Young Link stormed down the hall, waving his sword (albeit a small one) at Bowser's room. Bowser stomped out, roaring, and swiped at the miniature warrior with massive claws. Young Link whacked out with his bow and struck Bowser's face. Spouting flame, Bowser furiously attacked Young Link, who scampered down the hall like a squirrel with a prized chestnut in his paws.

Samus, with a towel thrown loosely over her armor-clad shoulders, opened her door to walk down to the newest attachment to the Smashers mansion, a twenty-five meter pool with a hot tub, slide, and even whirlpool that spun around and often was drained to find small Smashers such as Kirby or Ness stuck to the bottom.

Opening the door, she took a deep breath-

And was promptly crashed into Bowser and Young Link, who were running at unsafe speeds through the halls. She was hurtled forward, colliding into Zelda, who stepped out of her room with clean laundry. In seconds, dresses, pants, and tights went flying onto Bowser, who's spikes caught the garments.

The four slammed into the wall, making a rather large dent in the plaster (already repaired six times by previous attempts to practice rugby courtesy to Captain Falcon and Gannondorf.

A door creaked open, and a pink-clad princess stepped out, waving a fan in her face. Turning her face to the groaning (and some smoking) group, she peered closer. "Bowser, dear, why are you wearing Zelda's lavender dress? It really isn't your color."

Bowser turned a bright red (which severely contrasted with the beige and green of his face) and attempted to rip off the offending article of clothing. A stitch snagged on his silver spikes and tore.

Zelda, livid, walloped the turtle with a speck of Din's Fire, and kicked him with her pink heels, stabbing him in the back. Young Link, seeing his chance, slipped away-

But not before filching a pair of navy blue sandals off Bowser's toes, sliding them on and streaking away, giggling like an insane person (which is not that far off the mark).

Samus quickly reached out and grabbed the little minion by his calf, dragging him back. "Hold it, squirt. Where in Master Hand's name are you going?"

He struggled, not using his full force- Samus was one of the few Smashers who did not think him as a pest but as a friend. He finally went limp, like a cat who knew they were defeated.

The stern bounty hunter asked Young Link in a "give-me-a-lie-and-you-get-a-bruise" voice. "Answer, Master Link."

Link gave her the "what?" eyebrow. "Master? Does that mean I get to rule the mansion? Did someone finally do that old glove in? When's the funeral?"

Samus swatted him with her hand. "Young Link, I asked for an ANSWER and if you DON'T GIVE me an ANSWER…"

The small Hylian started babbling.

"BowsertookmysandalsandIwantedthembacksoIcameinandaskedforthembackIdidntdoanythingillegallikelasttimeIswear-"

"ASKED?" roared Bowser, and belted Young Link in the side. Well, it came out more as a "ARGHHHH!" but you get his drift.

Young Link wriggled out of Samus's hold and skittered down the hall, leaping into Ness's room, locking the door behind him and hiding under Ness's bed.

Ness, soaking wet from the whirlpool and wearing trunks, peered under the bed. "Hiding from Bowser again?"

Young Link nodded, clutching the sandals tightly. "But he won't get me in he-"

CRUNCH. WHAM! Splintersplinter….

Bits of plaster were flung across the room as Bowser came roaring in, stomping towards the poor boy under the bed-

Only to be stopped by a tennis racket being smacked across his head. The turtle hit the floor, probably shaking the whole mansion.

Peach looked at Bowser and nodded. "Told him lavender wasn't his color!"

(Later, in the meeting room)

The Master Hand austerely glared at the assembled Smashers, who were either inspecting their fingernails or playing handheld Tetris. Hovering above the group, he said in a loud and booming voice, "Who started this?"

Falco murmured underneath his breath to Fox, "Why bother asking if he already knows the answer?"

Fox replied in a low voice. "It's an authority thing. It's meant to scare us."

Captain Falcon raised an eyebrow, and quietly said, "It just wants to make me want to steal Mario's Tetris. This might last a while here if Kokiri Kid doesn't fess up."

Young Link was becoming very interested in the cuticles of his right hand. Ness elbowed him, muttering, "Just say it was Bowser, it really was…"

Young Link peered at his index finger. "That's new… I thought I washed off that paint yesterday…"

Ness shoved his best friend. "Listen Sir Smartmouth, just say it's Bowser and we'll be back in the rec room beating Luigi at foozball…"

Luigi indignantly looked at the pair. "Humph!"

The Master Hand caught a murmur of the conversation and boomed (he's not so good at whispering) to the unfortunate pair, "DO YOU TWO HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY?"

Mewtwo said softly under his breath, "How many cups of coffee did he miss this morning?"

The Master Hand swerved around to glare at the Poke'mon. "I heard that!"

Mewtwo looked up defiantly. "Congratulations."

The Master Hand snarled, but Young Link finally stepped up and said, "Look, I wanted my sandals back and asked-"

A large projectile, courtesy of a certain large Kroopa, narrowly missed the young boy, who quickly finished his sentence with these last few words-"formysandalsbackandwegotinafightandthenSamusandZeldacameoutandthenPeachcameand-"

"Enough!" snapped the Master Hand. He turned to Bowser, and growled, "Keep your claws to yourself." He turned to Young Link. "Keep the sandals AWAY FROM HIM paying to fix the wall could've gotten me a hundred sandals…."

Roy looked up at the Master Hand. "What's the verdict?"

Marth, who was playing Tetris, paused for a second to ask, "Yeah, you haven't threatened bodily harm or to poison our food…. What's going on?"

Dr. Mario offered his suggestion. "Remember what happened last time he did this?"

Link, who had set down his handheld Tetris, nodded gravely. "We got sent camping."

The Master Hand glared at Marth, then relaxed. "I think I'll send you to somewhere far away," he murmured, then brightened. "How does the beach sound?"

Peach voiced her opinoin. "Isn't there sand at the beach?"

(End Chapter One)

A/N First chapter done… okay! Review, tell me what to do… I know I skipped a few characters, but they're coming!

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