Bankrupt

Please read and review. Also, I'm not the type to have romance in theirs, unless their comical loves, so if you really want some, please tell me! This will likely be a humor fan fiction. Hope you enjoy! If you don't, Mickey mouse will come to your room at midnight, dance the chicken dance, and force you to do it too.

I got this idea by singing "Money, money" by ABBA while reading a Brawl Fan fiction. Funny, eh?

READ: there is a flashback in this chapter and in this chapter ONLY. (sorry for people who don't like it!)

Disclaimer: I don't own super smash bros.

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"BANKRUPT?" everybody in the smash mansion shouted, in shock. Some had their mouths still opened, long after they said the dreaded word. Others were comforting the old glove.

"I'm so ashamed!" cried Master Hand, in guilt. The large floating hand was repeatedly thinking how idiotic he was. Without money, there would be no cable! No food, no electricity, and no *gasps*… SMASHING! Tears would have flowed out of his eyes, if he had a pair. Slowly, the twins, Popo and Nana were walking up to the depressed Master Hand.

"Umm… Mr. Handy? How are we bankrupt?" asked the wondering Ice climbers in unison, while slightly tilting both of their heads.

"Mr. Handy" stopped crying for a moment, eyeing the twins for a few seconds. He waited until he could speak without bawling his eyes out. A whole minute passed without anyone saying a word, until the infamous glove spoke again.

"Well, Popo and Nana,... I just can't tell you." Master Hand simply spoke.

"What the hell?!? We've been waiting for you to talk for the past, 30 minutes, and all you say is that you can't tell us?!?" yelled Wolf right in Mr. Handy's ear (if he had one), in anger.

"Wolf! Please don't shout-a to the poor-a fellow! He had a rough-a time!" informed Mario, in his, as usual, very annoying Italian accent.

"Mario is right! Master Hand, it's ok to tell us!" Link said, in a comforting voice. "We're your friends, and we don't care if you made a dumb mistake! Am I right? GUYS?"

The elfish Hylian was replied with yeses, nods of agreement.

The humongous hand was staring at everyone, who was surrounding him. "What wonderful friends I have…" he thought to himself. Master Hand was immediately solaced, and content. He figured by then that he should tell them.

"Well guys… it all started around two hours ago." started Master Hand.

"We KNOW that! Get ON with it!" commanded Ganondorf, annoyed.

"OK OK! Where was I?... Oh yes. I was walking with Crazy Hand; you all know him right? Well, he and I walked down Hugabawagablagadingdongjimabobyhinkydinky Street--" Master Hand said, then suddenly was interrupted.

"Huh? What kind of street is that?" asked Captain Falcon dumbly, while scratching his head.

"Oh. Well, that street isn't important in my most fantabulous story. Anyways, I was walking down the street when all of a sudden; Crazy Hand asked me if we should buy some candy in the store in front of us.

Of course, I agreed! When we went in, there was this suspicious man at the counter. He was happy to see Crazy Hand, with this weird sneer…" Master Hand said, though stopping in the middle of a sentence, remembering something.

-Flashback-

"Ey!! It's my fav customa! Yo waz up Craz?" said the man at the counter, sneering at the two identical hands. He had an awful, ganster-ish kind of accent, and his whole store smelled like burning cigarettes.

"Ey!!! Jazz man! Look we need some candy, and I mean THE CANDY… do you have some?" asked the insane glove.

"OOhhh… yeah I gots some! How much will ya gives?" replied the strange man.

"Well, ask this man here! He wants to try some!" spoke Crazy Hand happily.

The man with the accent stared at Master Hand for a few seconds to realize that he was the person who Crazy Hand was chattering about. He nodded to the "sane" hand, turned 180 degrees to face a giant shelf with lots of the supposed "candy" in jars, and took one from the highest ledge. Then, he turned to face his valued customers again, and poured a white powder out of the jar he took from the shelf, onto a Kleenex.

"Um… are you sure that's candy?" inquired the old glove.

"Hehehehe…" Crazy Hand and "the man" chickled in an evil way, like villans in a movie.

-End Flashback-

"What the hell? Is he zoned out or something?" Ike said, in a cool voice, while others were trying to make Master Hand snap out of his weird daze.

"Huh? What? Oh sorry… I zoned out for a few seconds!" chuckled Master hand.

"A FEW seconds? More like a WHOLE hour!" Samus remarked.

The zoned out hand apologized to everyone, and continued with his story, and basically telling everything in his flashback.

"Woah… seriously? You just blacked out after they forced to give you that candy? What kind of candy was it?" asked the scared, though adorable, Kirby.

"Well, judging by Hands' description, it seems to sound like crack!" Falco commented.

"Well, it doesn't seem surprising… I mean I blacked out before…" Master Hand realized.

"HUH?" everybody yelled.

"D-…Do you mean that you tried crack before?" asked Pit, with a grossed-out face.

"Uh… well…" Master hand stuttered, and clearing his throat after. "That ISN'T the point right now, because when I checked in our bank account, ALL our money was GONE!" shouted Master Hand, in dismay.

"What! Are you kidding? That means no cable! No food, no electricity, and *gasps* no SMASHING!" shouted the worried Pokemon Trainer.

A few seconds passed. Then a minute, and then another. Every smash character was trying to figure out how they could easily resolve this problem, except for Pokemon Trainer, since he was crying so much that he couldn't buy new pokeballs to catch pokemon.

"I got it!" shouted Diddy Kong happily, knowing that his idea was a good one.

"Tell us how we can solve this mess." ordered Zelda, in a kind voice.

"Ok! Well, since we're out of money, the most logical thingy we should do is get jobs!" suggested Diddy Kong.

"Actually, that-a isn't that-a bad of an idea!" Wario commented on the little monkey's idea.

"It's settled then! All of us get jobs tomorrow!" shouted Master Hand.

Everybody agreed, and was hyped up for what was yet to come.

What will everyone's career be? When will Master Hand stop his crazy crack addiction? When are they going to get enough money? Why is the song, "Money Money Money" stuck in my head?

Tune in next time to FIND OUT! (except for the last question. I have no idea myself.)

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Hope you like. I know I will.

HOOPLAH! (read and review) and please, REVIEW! No one is reviewing my past fanfics!