SSBM is owned by Nintendo. I own Yoshi's uncle Brendan.
It felt like an ordinary morning at the Smasher Mansion, although it certainly wasn't one. The resident dinosaur, Yoshi, seemed to be in an extra cheerful mood today, walking with an extra skip in his step and wearing a large smile across his face. It did not go unnoticed at breakfast, as his friends inquired him of it.
"Ready the occasion, buddy?" Mario, the famous plumber and Yoshi's long time friend asked. His was dressed in his usual red shirt and denim overalls.
The dinosaur turned to his friend. "Today is a special today," he merely replied.
"Do you when he'll get here?" asked Kirby, who, like Yoshi, was one of the younger Smashers in age.
Yoshi turned to the puffball and responded, "Uncle Brendan should be arriving shortly later on to receive his award as the first ever honorary Smasher tomorrow." It was the first of a new trend that everyone, including Master Hand and Crazy Hand, agreed on. Every two years, a lesser known relative or friend of each Smasher would be given an honorary Smasher award, for their service and commitment towards their homeland. For Yoshi, he was basically on Cloud Nine when they announced that his uncle would be the first recipient.
At this time, the Hylian hero and princess stepped up to Yoshi. "I would love to meet your uncle," Link said, "From what I heard from you, he seems to be a fantastic guy. Is it true that despite looking different from most Yoshi's, he actually has the same abilities, except somewhat enhanced?"
"I would like to see how he managed to promote specialties from Yoshi's Island to other lands," Zelda pointed out, "after all, my parents told me that it was your parents and your uncle that promoted the idea. There are starting to be fruits from your place being sold at Hylian markets."
"I would like to hear how he managed to make it to the major leagues," Fox McCloud, an anthropomorphic fox and fighter pilot, chimed in,"he did play ten years of professional baseball, right?"
Yoshi was about to answer all those questions when the doorbell rang. Princess Peach of Mushroom Kingdom immediately got up and answered the door. After a minute or so, she turned around. "Yoshi," she called, "Someone special is here to see you."
Peach stepped aside and revealed the figure. At first glance, he seemed to be like a regular Yoshi, but his body was more dragon-like, comparable to most carnivorous dinosaurs like T Rex. Instead of the usual Yoshi colors, he was mainly a silver-grey, with two thin red lines starting from his nostrils, going through his eyes, and running down the length of his body. And on the ground beside his two feet was a suitcase, packed with some things that he brought to share with everyone. "Where's my favourite nephew?" he asked in a tone deeper and lower in octave than most Yoshi's.
"Uncle Brendan, you're here!" Yoshi shouted, running up to his uncle and giving him a big hug. Yoshi was only about half his uncle's size, which surprised some of his fellow Smashers. Yoshi turned to face everyone, "Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard enough about him from me, but now you get to meet him in person." Yoshi proudly announced, "I'd like to introduce you to my uncle Brendan."
"Actually, I didn't come alone," Uncle Brendan stepped into the mansion, and revealed another large dinosaur behind him; "I'd like you to meet my wife, Ashley."
"Hi, it's an absolute honour to be here." Ashley waved. She, just like Brendan, was a large "realistic" dinosaur, but was more orange-gold in color. Instead of having red lines, she had a wave-like split in color down her sides, with her backside being blue.
Before the Smashers could bombard the couple with questions, Luigi stepped in. "Why don't we show them where they'll stay first?" he suggested, "Then we'll let Yoshi catch up with his uncle and aunt, and let us find out more about them."
After finding their room and putting away their luggage, Brendan and Ashley came back out and addressed the Smashers. "I know you probably have a lot of questions to ask me," Brendan began, "so I'm planning to spend all day telling you about myself."
Samus Aran, the android bounty hunter, raised her hand fro the first question. "How come you and your wife look different than most Yoshi's?"
"It's a rare genetic condition that changes our growth and appearance, which can make us have enhanced skills and brain power," he explained, "I'm pretty sure it's a natural condition, but you'll have to ask the local doctor for a confirmation." Brendan nodded his head at the moustachioed man in a white lab coat.
"It's definitely a natural genetic mutation, but chemical factors in the environment may cause its frequency to increase," Dr. Mario added, "I've never really studied this condition a lot, so I can't pinpoint its source or determine whether it is hereditary."
"But you are born on Yoshi's Island, are you not?" Marth, a swordsman, inquired.
"Yes, I was. In fact, both my wife and I were born there, but my family moved to San Francisco thirty-two years ago, when I was ten," Brendan replied.
"So what was it like moving from your home island to San Francisco?" Roy, another swordsman, asked.
"Well, it's like this…"
"Come on, Brendan! You're going to be late if you don't come down."
Ten-year-old Brendan trudged down the stairs. It was his first day of school, and he was clearly unimpressed and unwilling to go. "Mom, what if the people there don't like me? I don't know if I can…"
"Hush now," his mother silenced, "it's very rare that you and your brother were tested to have the abilities to attend school like this, so you should take this chance." Brendan was to attend grade five, while his older brother, who was two years older than him, would attend grade seven. "As for your classmates, I'm sure with time you'll make some friends." His mother looked him in the eyes, "Trust me on this?" she pleaded.
Brendan nodded, breathing out a huge sigh. He grabbed his lunch bag, shoved it into his backpack, and trudged out the door.
Contrary to popular belief, the bus ride was not where most of the "terror" resided, as Brendan mainly kept to himself the entire duration. When the bus screeched to a halt, Brendan glanced out at his destination: a large, two-story building made of brick. Bravely, he got off the bus and marched in.
Brendan went to the office to pick up his classroom location and schedules. Standing before the head secretary, Brendan glanced nervously around, hoping there was something, anything that he could take shelter in. It didn't help that there was no talking by anyone in the office, making Brendan feel alone and isolated. The only sound came from the wall, where the clock ticked away at each second, which felt like years for the young dinosaur.
Finally, the secretary turned back to the front desk and handed him a schedule. Speaking in a monotone voice, she explained to Brendan what class he was in and what material was expected to be covered in the course. But to Brendan, it seemed almost like the words breezed past his head, as he was so nervous that nothing was being absorbed. "Do you understand?" he heard the secretary ask him, peering from behind her glasses.
Brendan nodded weakly before taking the schedule. "Th-thanks," he uttered, shoving it into his bag before scurrying out of the office. He filed through the maze-like hallways of the school, before finally reaching the door of his classroom. "Well, here goes nothing," he murmured, and raised a hand to knock on the door.
"So what happened next?" Captain Falcon, the resident racecar driver, inquired.
"You mean, did they throw eggs at me?" Brendan retorted, getting some chuckles from his audience for the self-deprecating humour. "To be honest, no. It wasn't as harsh as I thought it was, and within a month or so, I did manage to fit in. I did make a couple of friends, but unfortunately, also an enemy…"
"Trevor, Mandy, how's it going?" Brendan greeted his two friends. Trevor and Mandy were both in his class, and got along with Brendan the best. They were siblings with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Trevor wore glasses while Mandy usually wore a turquoise headband. Ever since the first day, they had been very helpful to Brendan, letting him adjust to the school and always keeping him company. Soon, they became good friends with the young dinosaur, and often hung out together at recess.
"I'm doing well," Trevor replied, "did you manage to get those homework math problems from yesterday? I was having some trouble with them."
"Yeah, they were kind of hard," Mandy added.
Brendan was about to reply when he was interrupted. "So you were the dinosaur man that the others were talking about," he heard a gruff voice growled from behind him. Brendan turned around and faced a larger male student who was half-a-head taller than Trevor and Mandy. He had dirty blond hair that hung down to his eyes, forming a strange set of bangs. But behind the bangs were a set of eyes that Brendan could only describe as a combination of hatred and aggression, neither of which he wanted to face.
Nevertheless, Brendan tried to stay clam. Maybe if he acted in a friendly way, he could get out of it unharmed. "Uh, yeah…I'm Brendan, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand to the stranger for a handshake.
The student rudely slapped his hand away. "Save it, punk," he said in a menacing voice, "I'll have you know that the last thing I want is to be anywhere with you."
Brendan was about to reply when Trevor stepped between them. "We're not trying to cause trouble here, so why don't you back off?" he snapped, jabbing his finger into the bully's chest.
Mandy took this time to pull Brendan back. "I'd save your remark for him if I were you," she warned Brendan, "that's Dave from the class next door. He's been known to be trouble since grade three."
"Oh, so you think you're so tough, wise guy?" Dave shouted, shoving Trevor backwards into Mandy. At this time, Brendan felt enough was enough, and stepped up to Dave again.
"Look, man, Trevor did nothing to you, and I don't appreciate you trying to pick on me either. So are you going to knock it off or what?" Brendan challenged.
Dave smirked. "So dino-boy decided to take a stand? Well, you ain't seen nothing from me yet." In a fell swoop, he shoved Brendan off his feet and drove him backwards. As they neared a trash can, Dave reached across Brendan's body and upended him, causing him to fall head-first into the trash can. THUD! "That's what you get for messing with me," Dave shouted, walking away as Brendan struggled to free himself.
Brendan's legs kicked in the air as his head was lodged in the trash. The stench of the garbage filled up his nostrils as he tried to break free. He pushed against the mushy waste below, only to have himself become even more lodged in the can. "Somebody, anybody, help please?" he pleaded, his voice muffled by the metal layer.
"I'll have you know that it wasn't exactly a fun experience, being stuffed into a trash can like that," Brendan told the Smashers, a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Isn't there anyone you could turn to for help on this? Teachers, parents, peers, anyone at all?" Mario asked.
"Teachers weren't too much of help, and most of the other students were either too afraid to stand up to him or didn't want to get involved," Brendan replied, "Trevor and Mandy told me to try and live with it, kind of like 'turn the other cheek,' since Dave wasn't going anywhere. For that, I ended up getting my lunch shoved into my face. Both my parents and my brother, Yoshi's father whom we will address as Yoshi Sr. from now on to avoid confusion, both told me to ignore him and not get his attention. That resulted in a yank on the tail so hard that I could feel my spine elongate."
Mewtwo, who until this time stood at the back with his arms cross, finally spoke up. "If I were you, I'd give Dave the whooping of his life," he suggested, "after all, you and I are very alike. We're both genetically modified individuals of our own species, with those modifications resulting in enhanced abilities." Mewtwo cocked his head, "So why didn't you do it? What stopped you from creaming him?"
"Actually, I was just getting there. You see, a doctor's check-up gave me the perfect idea for fulfilling that purpose. Our family doctor, Dr. Mario Sr., father of the current Dr. Mario, found out that my original Yoshi abilities, such as the tongue attack and the egg bomb, are not only enhanced, but develop faster than usual."
"This means Brendan would have pretty much the same abilities with the same effects as you do, but only he's still a child. It's possible that they may enhance greatly as he goes through his growth phase, but right now I'm just not sure," Dr. Mario Sr. explained as Brendan's parents nodded.
"Same abilities…enhance greatly…growth…hmm…" Brendan muttered to himself. It could just be a way to deal with his problem; after all, Dave just shoved him into a locker last week, why not get some payback? Brendan did learn most of a Yoshi's regular traits and could use them quite well. "I'll do it," he decided with a smile. Suddenly, going to school did not seem so scary anymore.