Alright, another "Spur-Of-The-Moment" fanfic. This one is a parody of protests that led to the Revolutionary War!

It was a late April evening back in 1776, and a group of colonists were gathered at the alehouse. These colonists were different from the others, however. THEY WERE THE SMASHERS! How did this happen? None remain who know.

Anyways, in the alehouse, the men were deep into their mugs, some more than others, and those who weren't were either contemplating their thoughts or flirting with the ladies. Everything was normal, until, so it seems, that everyone-men, women, and Pokemon alike-had just one too many.

Falco walked half-drunkenly to the front of the room, and raised one wing to the roof, shouting to the others. "Say, aren't we all tired of the British taxing us unfairly? Why, I lost a wing fighting in King George's French and Indian War, and he's gonna cut off the other with all these taxes!" Moans of agreement were heard, followed by applause. Then Ness stood up.

"He's encouraging the Indians to attack us!" he shouted. More applause, then cheering. "Yeah, that's right! The Indians, who rip the scalps off of our people, and they steal our ladies and children!"

"THEY TOOK PICHU!" Pikachu shook with rage.

"AND MINI-ME!" Link protested. "THOSE FIENDS TOOK MINI-ME! AND THE KING BRIBED 'EM TO!" Shouts of agreement were heard from the others.

"Yeah!"

"We have no liberty!"

"Maybe we should talk about something else…"

"PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!"

Bowser stood up from his custom-made stool. "And what about all those soldiers? They go in, eat our food, drink our wine, have their way with our women, and if we do somethin' about it, they shoot our heads clear off!" More yells of agreement rang, with protests against King George.

"Those redcoats are so perverted!" shrieked Peach the barmaid.

"The king won't let us trade with other countries; he only sells us expensive British items! All because of mercantilism!" yelled Mr. Game and Watch.

Falcon stood up and yelled in a drunken stupor, "He won't even consider opening a Wal-Marth…errr…Mart!"

People cheered in agreement, except Marth, who death-glared at Falcon. Actually, he death-glared at everybody who spoke, because, well, that's what one too many an ale does to Marth.

"Taxation Without Representation!" screamed Yoshi. They all began chanting this. "Taxation without Representation! Taxation without Representation! Taxation without Representation!"

Falco raised his wing to catch the protestor's attention. "Why now, fellow colonists, do we bow down to a king in purple pajamas?" he yelled. More affirming screams rang throughout the alehouse.

"Purple is for sissies!"

"That Indian-bribing sack o' butter!"

"Down with the taxes!"

"Consent of the Governed, people!"

"Marshmallows!"

"Let's revolt!"

"PEOPLE OF THE AMERICAN COLONIES!" boomed Falco, "NOW IS THE TIME WE MUST UNITE AND STAND TOGETHER! WHO'S WITH ME?" Falco raised an ale glass, as did every other Smasher. They glugged them down in unison, then all fell asleep in a drunken mess, except Donkey Kong, who had a high alcohol tolerance. However, he decided to take a nap and did so, using Ganondorf as a pillow.

Eh, spur of the moment. What can I say? Review, and make me happy.