"I QUIT!"
The Super Smash Bros. Mansion chef, Silver the Hedgehog, who was cover with tomato sauce, threw his chef hat on the ground and headed to the door.
Falco walked in and stopped him. "Whoa. Why are you leaving, Slave?" Falco asked.
"First off," said Silver, counting. "I get no respect around this place! Second, THIS." (He dramatically motioned to his ruined weave) "And finally, it's been two months since my last paycheck! This boy can only put up with so much! Adios!"
"Oh, pull it together, Sla- I mean, Silver. Of course, you get respect. Everybody loves-"
"HEY, WHITE TRASH THE HEDGEHOG!" Yelled Bowser as he stomped into the messy kitchen. "WHERE IS MY GRUB?!"
"Yeah! My tummy needs nourishment, Cottonball Head!" Declared Bowser Jr. as he rode in.
Silver looked over at the two turtles (yes, they're turtles), then back at Falco. "GOODBYE," he mumbled through his teeth and flew off.
"Just great." Falco sighed. "There goes my piece of cake."
"Cake?! Did I hear CAKE?!" Rosalina asked as she stuck her head in.
"No. What you heard is your lumas make the ex-chief want to drive off a cliff," said Bowser Jr. as he motioned to the seven lumas in the kitchen who caused the Italian food explosion, covered with pasta and tomato sauce.
"Oh, poor things..." she sighed.
Brower raised an eyebrow at the princess. "YEAH, RIGHT!" he grumbled. "THEIR NOT THE ONES THAT NEED A NEW YUM-YUM COOKER!"
"Just relax, Bowsers-es?" Falco said, staring at the Bowers. "We can just hire somebody else."
"On the internet!" said Bowser Jr.
"To the thing that earth people waste their time on!" suddenly declared Rosalina.
"It's called a computer," Falco answered as everybody but the lumas began leaving the kitchen.
"Oh, right. Heh heh. Sorry, I'm new to this place of gravity."
The four threw open the double doors of the Smash library and strolled in. They headed straight for the back where the computers were.
"Alright, kids. Hands off. It's our turn to use the internet." Said Falco as they approached Ness and Larry, who were using the latest computers.
"Hold on! Hold on!" Larry demanded, not looking up from the screen. "We're finishing something!"
"Yeah, it's important!" Declared Ness as he furiously typed on the keyboard. Five seconds later he stopped, turned to the adults, and asked, "Hey, do any of you got a credit card we can use?"
Bowser was about to pull a debit card out for Larry's sake when Falco just pushed the two ankle-biters off the chairs. He and Rosalina then sat down.
"Ouch!" mourned Larry from the floor.
"Hey, save it for the battlefield!" Ness yelled at the bird.
Rosalina gave him a pity face, but that was clearly all the sympathy the two kids were going to receive.
"Well, this bombs," Larry said. He turned to Browser Jr. "Come on, bro! Let's go dig up land mines!"
"Woo-hoo!" Declared the three kids as they ran out.
Falco rolled his eyes as he logged into a job website. He typed a few things in (it took him quite awhile because he had feathers; not fingers), and suddenly a dozen job applicants appeared on the screen.
"Ohh! Pretty pictures!" Rosalina declared as she clapped her hands.
"Yeah, ain't it great?" Falco sarcastically asked.
They studied the screen for a few moments before Bowser yelled, "I LIKE THE ONE WITH THE BOWLING TATOO!"
"No, no, no. I think we should hire the girl with the purple haircut." Said Rosalina.
"Is this website for hiring chefs or criminal?" Falco asked himself.
Master Hand was at the other side of the library the whole time, reading an old book you probably wouldn't recognize when he heard the noise. He put down his reading glasses (?!) and floated over.
"What is with all the ruckus?" He asked as he came up.
Bowser looked at the somewhat leader of the mansion. "WE'RE LOOKING FOR A NEW SLAVE TO MAKE THE YUM-YUMS!"
"Silver quit," Explained Falco.
"Yes, so we are now in search for a new chef," Rosalina finished. "Ooh, can we hire the one who makes cookies out salmon?"
"Ew, no way. How about the dude who raises his own meat? He's only $150 an hour and-"
"We can't hire a new cook." Master Hand said as he unplugged the computer.
"What?!" Falco and Rosalina exclaimed.
"BUT I WANT MY TUMMY FILLERS!" Declared Bowser.
"I'm sorry, but Silver was the only chef we could afford."
"Why?" Asked Rosalina.
"Because of YOU!" Master Hand answered. "Well, you, Mega Man, Robin, Dark Pit, Pac-Man, Villager, Wii Fit Trainer, Shulk... All the newcomers, really. You see, because of the new people, we had to build ANOTHER extension on the mansion; and thanks to that our budget is pretty tight. So we stopped paying Silver. Wow, I'm surprised it took him so long to quit!"
"SO, WHO COOKS THEM GOODIES NOW, TALKING GLOVE?!" Asked Bowser.
"Well, me and Crazy Hand figured you Smashers can take turns cooking meals. That'll save us a lot of money."
"Ugh. That's lame." Falco scoffed, waving away Master Hand's ludicrous reasoning. "Why don't we just build a Wendy's on the lawn or something?"
"Oh! We can kick out the Smash rejects. Like Snake and Lucas!" Cheered Rosalina.
"I LIKE PRINCESS IDEA. ROY ANNOYS ME."
"Sorry, they have to stay." Said Master Hand, making a shrugging motion. "Ya know, DLCs, trophies, etc."
"Okay, fine." Said Falco, admitting defeat. "So who's gonna cook tonight?"
"You can, smart mouth."
"WHAT?! I can't cook!"
"Rosalina can help you." Answered Master Hand as he floated away. "Oh, and furthermore; you got an hour before everybody comes back from battling or-"
KA-BOMB!
"-Digging up land mines. Ughhh..." Master Hand groaned to himself as he began floating towards an exit. "I'll be looking for a really big shovel if you need me."
"RRRRAAAAHHHH!" Falco screamed as he pushed the computer on the ground.
"Your paying for that!"
Hi! BraveMerida here! I'm the writer of this randomness.
Well, I hope you're going to like my first-ever Super Smash Bros story. Don't worry, it's going to get even crazier in this fanfic! so stay tuned!
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