My first Smash fic! Whoo! There probably won't be many more updates until SSB4 is released, also, I OWN NOTHING! Just getting the disclaimer over and done with. Enjoy and review!
It was a fairly average day at the Smash Mansion, well, apart from the obvious lack of Smashers. In his office, the omnipotent floating white glove in charge, Master Hand, was busy hovering up and down his room, which was probably the hand equivalent of pacing. Without warning, his train if thought was unexpectedly derailed by another omnipotent floating white glove, Master Hand's slightly insane brother Crazy Hand, who suddenly crashed through the wall, leaving a Crazy Hand-shaped hole in the side of Master Hand's office.
"Bro! Bro!" yelled the Hand excitedly, "I've had an idea, come quick!"
"Crazy," sighed Master Hand "How many times have I told you to use the door?"
"Oh right, sorry, yeah," apologised Crazy Hand, reversing through the hole, before crashing through the door, leaving a Crazy Hand-shaped hole in that too. "Any better?" he asked hopefully.
"Not really, no," admitted Master Hand, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to be cracking on with…"
Crazy Hand eyelessly (new word!) scanned his sibling. "Err, Master Hand," he said, "You look kinda… stressed,"
"It's this tournament," replied Master Hand, "This setting up is very… taxing,"
Crazy Hand soothing patted him on the 'back' with his thumb, "Chillax, bro," he said, "This is like your fourth tournament! Remember: you've done this before. A lot actually,"
"I know," replied Master Hand "It's just that… I've got a nagging feeling that I've forgotten something,"
"Let's see…" pondered Crazy Hand, "Have you… set up the stages?"
"Yes,"
"Shipped in the items?"
"Yep,"
"Arranged the Trophy Gallery?"
"Yeah,"
"Bought the food,"
"Of course,"
"Made the bedrooms?"
"Done,"
"Got the decorations for 'Welcome' party?"
"Indeed,"
"Invited the Smashers?"
"Yes, of course I invited th- oh no! I don't believe it! I forgot to invite the Smashers!"
Master Hand then proceeded to have a major panic attack. In a rare moment of sense, Crazy Hand grabbed to panicked hand by the wrist and smacked him. Hard.
"Pull yourself together!" he said, "You've still got time,"
Master Hand snapped out if his worry. "You're right," he said, "I'll start the invitations right away!"
"No no no no, not yet!" insisted Crazy Hand, "You need to see my idea first!"
"Uh, Crazy?" Master Hand asked cautiously, "This isn't going to be like your 'other' ideas, is it?"
Master Hand winced at the memories of Crazy Hand's 'other' ideas, which, for reasons known only to Crazy, involved relocating the entire mansion to the moon and even covering it in melted cheese.
"Err, no," Crazy Hand reassured his brother, "I am 71% sure it is a good idea. Trust me on this. Please."
And with that, he flew through the wall again, adding another Crazy Hand-shaped hole in the side of Master Hand's office. Master Hand sighed and followed him, muttering to himself about how he needed some help around the mansion.