Ike and the Magical Waffle.
One sunny day at Smash Mansion, the smashers were enjoying their waffles, and trying to prevent Kirby and Yoshi from eating theirs… again. Ike had a plan to avoid Kirby and Yoshi. He would get up before them, take five servings of breakfast, then hide in his room. While executing his well thought out, and brilliant plan, he brought extra waffles, cuz if you know Ike, than you'll know that he loves waffles. Almost as much as he loves fried chicken, and bacon. In fact, he loves his meat so much, he learned from the great Chuck Norris, how to make home-made meat. While being hours away from any farm, animal, or meat processor. As Ike was about to finish his thirteenth waffle, he heard crying from below it. He quickly gobbled up the remains of the waffle to find that the one crying, which was the following waffle, had started to cry deeper.
"What's wrong?" asked Ike who was slowly putting butter the waffle not at all weirded out that a waffle was even crying in the first place.
"You… you want to eat MEEE!" said the waffle in between gasps, but still crying even deeper.
"Aaw," said Ike, "I'm sorry little weird talking waffle thingy." Although he was saying that, Ike finished spreading butter on the waffle.
"Wait," said the waffle, "I am not just any waffle. I am a MAGICAL waffle"
"Wow," said an astonished Ike, "A MAGICAL waffle?" he finished as he was reaching for syrup.
"Yes," said the waffle, "I grant wishes!" said the waffle
"ZOMG," exclaimed Ike, "I have wishes!"
"Great," said the Waffle." Let me hear them."
"OKAY!" yelled Ike, "uuh…" started Ike. The sound came from Ike as he was thinking of which wish the waffle should grant first. The waffle, knowing Ike was thinking decided that he can wait until Ike was finished. But when five minutes has past by, the waffle fell asleep. Ike, was still thinking and saying "uuh," with a dumb look on his face. Sort of like Patrick on Sponge-bob Square-pants.
It's been nearly two hours and Ike forgot what he was doing. He was looking around and noticed the magical waffle, which happened to be dressed in butter and syrup. So, Ike simply gobbled it up. It had a magical taste to it. Ike took out a note-book from out of thin air, turned a few pages, and crossed off magical tasting/worlds greatest waffle from the list, which was underneath, eat a mountain-lion, and above figure out gender of other smashers.