"WELCOME TO SMASH'S GOT TALENT!" Master Hand yelled as some of the crowd cheered while some people booed. "Oh come on! What are you booing for?"

"This is going to be cringy!" A man dressed as Sakurai screamed.

"Right!" A man yelled. "You tell him Daddy!"

"I'm so sorry." Master Hand muttered. "You refer to a Sakurai roleplayer as your father yet you call me cringy? I'm sorry. If you have a problem with people having fun with a franchise that Nintendo doesn't even seem to care about, you can leave and not ruin the fun for everyone who actually enjoys it. And if you just came to cringe, then you need to leave as well. So please. Get out. I mean it. LEAVE UNLESS IF YOU ACTUALLY THINK THIS SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA!"

The people who booed got up and left.

"Thank you." Master Hand seethed. "Now as I was saying… WELCOME TO SMASH'S GOT TALENT!"

The smaller crowd began to cheer once again.

"Now that's what I want to hear!" Master Hand smiled. "We have a wonderful night planned for you tonight, but first let's meet our judges! First up we have the seriously underrated lord of Fire Emblem, Micaiah!"

"Thank you Master." Micaiah smiled at the judges table. "I'm happy to be here. I still don't know why I'm not in heroes yet, but I'll let them take their time."

"Your welcome!" Master Hand said. "I'd be smiling, but I'm a hand so I can't, if it's not obvious. Next up we have a no-nonsense dark angel with a strict tone, DARK PIT!"

"Hello there." Dark Pit muttered as he pushed up a pair of sunglasses. "I just have one thing to say, prepare the bleach."

"Some of the people here are weird." A cute pink cat like creature mused. "But honestly who cares? Everyone has a few screws loose heh ha!"

"That ladies and gentlemen was our third and final judge Mew!" Master Hand boomed. "Now then. Let us begin!"

The crowd cheered as the title screen appeared.