It was a normal Saturday at Smash Mansion. The Smashers had fun on this weekend, for it was the only time they could. Weekdays were hectic; one Brawl after another, but all the smashers had gotten used to it.

Everyone except young Kirby.

Kirby, the pink, happy ball of joy had lost every fight. He didn't like it. Kirby liked the good old days; 15 smashers instead if 30, fights only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and everyone got along. Kirby sighed mentally, he didn't want to leave his room, but Jigglypuff was bothering him about it.

"Come on Kirby, you gotta get up, you'll miss the fight." Jigglypuff said happily. She grabbed Kirby and jerked him suddenly. Kirby sat up, and fell off his bed with a thud.

"Ow!"

Kirby got up and rubbed his head. It hurt; he was dizzy too. He was also wondering what Jigglypuff was talking about. There wasn't any fights on Saturday.

Kirby piped up in a childish voice, "What do ya mean, there's no fights on Saturday, silly."

Jigglypuff stared at him, then burst out laughing.

"Ha! That's really funny! Kirby, you planned this fight! Meta Knight wants to fight you, and you accepted!"

"Must have been drunk on soda." Kirby said seriously. Soda actually made him crazy.

"Whatever. Just fight, I wanna see you lose badly, you funny thing, you." Jigglypuff giggled, and Kirby rolled his eyes. Kirby left the room, only to be ran over by other Smashers waiting for him.

"WHAAA!" Kirby cried, and ran all the way to the stadium, crashing into a tree on the way.