Super Smash Adventure Part 1: The Amusement Park of Awesomeness

Link woke up at the sound of the fire alarm blaring like the dying cat that Cpt. Falcon ran over last week.

"What the-" Link groaned as Zelda interrupted before he could swear.

"Link, get up. The fire's alarm is off! And how many times have I told you not to swear? Toony is right here!"

Toony, short for Toon Link, stared up at his role model with his huge, catlike eyes.

"How did you both get – never mind."

Link quickly shoved Zelda and Toony out of the room and got dressed in his usual green tunic and brown boots. "Not again," he sighed. It was always Kirby who was always trying new recipes that Link had, in the land of Hyrule, never heard of. Link grabbed the Master Sword and all his other equipment.

"Link, hurry up! Oh, and grab the fire extinguisher while you're at it!" Zelda yelled impatiently from outside the door.

"Why not wake up Mario? He can use his F.L.U.D.D.," Link replied.

"Peach went to wake him up with her frying pan!" Zelda yelled through the wall, getting tired of yelling.

"I'm so glad I have Zelda," Link muttered.

Suddenly Peach bust the door in, armed with her frying pan, tennis racket, and golf club. "What did you say?" she demanded as she pummeled Link into a wall. "My door!" Link yelled. "Ow!"

"Mario, tell Link I'm sexier than Zelda," Peach insisted.

"Yes-a, Peach-a is-a sexier-a than-a Zelda-a," Mario stepped in, with some huge bumps on his head.

Peach took off Mario's hat and said in a very sweet and innocent voice, "I guess for that you need a little smoochie."

But Mario was already halfway down the stairs.

"Humph," Peach muttered, "I must kiss you." Link quickly exited the room and down the stairs before Peach got any madder.

"What is it now?" Link asked, surveying for the fire. Instead he saw Kirby on top of the table with no blazing fire in sight.

"Poyo, poyo poyo, poyo, poyo!" Kirby said frantically, holding two lit matches right below the smoke alarm.

"That's it?!" Link cried furiously. He had been woken up for this?!

"Poyo," cried Kirby.

"Tickets," Zelda translated as she teleported into the room. Somehow only she, and Meta Knight, could understand his talk.

"To where?" asked Link.

"To an amusement park," Zelda answered. "Isn't it going to be great?! Kirby got us all tickets by an eating contest."

"Of course," Link muttered under his breath. "So why did he set off the fire alarm?"

"To get everyone, of course," Zelda answered.

Kirby blew out the matches and leapt down to tell everyone else who hadn't come (about 10 Smashers) about the tickets.

"Great way," Link rolled his eyes.

Kirby was happily playing with his friends, Toony, Young Link, Pichu, Ness, Lucas, Popo, and Nana when Link came by.

"Poyo, poyo, poyo, POYO!" the pink puffball said enthusiastically.

"Kirby, how are you going to bring EVERYONE with just 15 tickets?" Link wondered.

"Poyo," replied Kirby.

Zelda teleported out of nowhere and said, "Master Hand's doing a drawing."

"Okay, you have GOT to stop that."

The Smashers waited impatiently at Final Destination as Master Hand slowly pulled out the tickets and slowly read the names out loud.

The fourteen smashers going with Kirby are: Link, Snake, Toon Link, Ness, Samus, Zelda, Meta Knight, Mario, Bowser-"

"Wait-a, Bowser-a?" Mario called out.

"Yes, I clearly said BOW-SER," Master Hand replied, apparently annoyed that Mario had interrupted him. "Do you have a problem?"

"Yes-a," Mario answered.

"Well, too bad," Master Hand said smugly.

Crazy Hand, floating next to Master Hand, laughed manically.

Mario cursed under his breath.

Master Hand cleared his throat and continued, "As I was saying, the fourteen smashers are: from Bowser, Fox, Peach, Ike, Marth, and, lastly, me!"

"You're not a Smasher," Wolf pointed out.

Master Hand ignored him. "We're going right now so go pack your lunches!"

The smashers who weren't chosen mumbled unhappily. Kirby, the one who won all the tickets, didn't congratulate the winners nor even pay attention to anyone. Instead he ate all the food for a party for the unlucky smashers that weren't chosen.

"Poyo, poyo," he cried happily as he stuffed himself.

"KIRBY!" everyone yelled.