Master Hand decided the characters of Smash Brothers needed a break. A break from all that battling, somewhere they could use up all that energy without constant chaos. And he had to admit, he needed a break too. So he sent them off to Smashville's best vacation spot, The Smashville Luxury Resort, until Master Hand himself could enjoy some peace and quiet, (which he later realized would be ruined by Crazy Hand) and regain his composure.
"WE'RE HERE!" cried an overly excited Link, as he jumped out of the bus Master Hand had rented, throwing his arms into the air with joy. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only overly excited one, and was promptly trampled by the rest of the team racing out of the bus. Then the bus ran him over as it drove away."He-help...m-me..." Link stuttered as he was left in the dust. No one noticed until it was three hours later. Finally, Zelda found him.
"LINK! What are you doing down there?! Everyone's already unpacked!" She glared at Link's trampled, foot print covered body for a while, then sighed heavily and dragged him to the suite.
Dr. Mario wasn't even surprised when Zelda hauled in Link's trampled body. He just shook his head sadly and said, "Mammamia...and it-a hasn't even been a day here."
Peach was upset. She opened the fridge and glared at its contents. Darn, she thought to herself. How was she going to make dinner for everyone by herself?! Samus didn't know how to do it, Zelda was still out from her search for Link, (she'd heard from Kirby that he was at Dr. Mario's now) and she was the only girl left who could cook anything decent. Peach put her hands on her hips. Well she wasn't going to do this alone. If only there was another girl here...
Marth opened his door to find Peach holding up her frying pan menacingly. He immediately took a step back. "W-what's wrong Peach?" he asked nervously. Peach just dragged the protesting Marth to the kitchen and threw an apron on him. "WHAT-WHAT-" Marth began to say, but Peach cut him off. "No one else but Kirby (who boils everything until it evaporates) is going to help me cook for all the hungry mouths!"
"I never said I was going to help either!" protested Marth.
"Well, you were the closest I could get to a girl!" Peach shot back.
"WHAT?!" Marth gaped, " I'm not girly...I mean-just because-" as he tried to think of a retort. He gave up and yelled, "I don't care! I'm not cooking for you!"
But before he could leave, Peach hit him on the head with the frying pan. "YES. YOU. WILL!" she growled. Marth whimpered. Just then Ike poked his head in through the doorway. "When's the chicken ready Peach?" Peach smiled sweetly at him and said,"Marth's cooking the chicken." while gesturing towards Marth's crumpled body lying at her feet. Ike nodded solemnly and said, "MY CHICKEN IS IN YOUR HANDS MARTH!" Ike left the kitchen. Peach pinned Marth against the wall. "You better help me cook Marth, 'cause if you don't, not only will my frying pan have a permanent indentation of the shape of your face, IKE WILL BE AFTER YOU TOO!" Marth just groaned and went to look for the chicken.
"Thanks Marth! This chicken is good!" Ike said through a mouth full of chicken. "Whoa, I didn't know Marth could cook!" said Pit, sniggering. Peach let out a high pitched giggle. Marth turned bright red and left the table. Kirby then sucked all the food up into his mouth. Ike screamed, "KIRBY! THAT WAS MINE!" Kirby ran away, cheeks stuffed with everyone's dinner. Half of the people in the living room ran after him in a screaming fury. Poor Link, who just got back from Dr. Mario's got trampled again.