I Want My Pikmin Please!

Chapter 1: 100 Heads Are Better Than 6

"Argh! I can't take it anymore!" Olimar stormed down the smash mansion hallway to Master Hand's office. "I'm sick and tired of losing! Everyday it's the same thing! I pull 6 pikmin, I lose 6 pikmin, then I go flying off the stage like I was hit by a freight train!" Olimar pictured the last brawl he had in his head. He and Captain Falcon were brawling on the Pictochat level. Olimar had 6 pikmin with him and he started launching them at the racer. Captain Falcon just falcon kicked them all into little pikmin souls. He then proceeded with falcon punching Olimar off the level. "Grr...I'm getting sick and tired of this! I have to tell Master Hand!" Olimar jumped up to reach the high doorknob to Master Hand's office. He slammed it open hard. "Master Hand! We need to talk!" Master Hand did not answer. He was sitting at his desk watching a computer monitor, mesmerized by the pictures it was showing. Romantic music was playing in the background.

"Oh, yeah baby, take off that nail polish...yeah nice and slowly..." said Master Hand. Olimar was disgusted. Master Hand watches hand porn on the internet?

"Master Hand!!" Master Hand snapped out of his trance and quickly turned off the monitor and the music.

"Oh, Olimar! I-I didn't see you come in!" Olimar was not impressed.

"Like hell you didn't!" Olimar went up to the desk and sat down in the large seat in front of it.

"What's the matter?" asked Master Hand. Olimar shuffled in his seat a little before speaking.

"I need you to change the rules of the game," he said plainly. Master Hand gave a surprised look (however tat works out).

"Change the rules? The rules are fine the way they are," he replied. Olimar looked angry, the antenna on his helmet bouncing back and forth.

"No, the rules are not 'fine the way they are'! Master Hand, I need pikmin." Master Hand was not moved by his demand.

"You already have pikmin."

"No, I mean I NEED pikmin."

"Oh, you 'NEED' pikmin, right right. Well Olimar, I don't think you're pikmin show the same affection to you that you want to show them." Olimar's face went red.

"I don't mean it like that! What I mean is that I want to be able to use more than 6 pikmin in a brawl!" Master Hand paused.

"Why do you need more pikmin. You seem just fine with 6."

"Master Hand, I can't stop losing! They keep killing my pikmin as soon as I pluck them from the ground! You don't even want to know what happened with me and Bowser the other day." Master Hand imagined Bowser on top of Olimar's small body, but quickly discarded the disturbing image.

"You're right," he replied.

"I'm right?"

"Yeah, I don't want to know what happened with you and Bowser."

"Argh! Master Hand, you're not making this easy. Just change the rules around so that I am allowed to use, oh I don't know, say, 100 pikmin?" Mater Hand looked shocked.

"100 pikmin? Are you out of you're mind? That's way too many!"

"Please Master Hand! I need this now more than ever! The new tournament is coming and I want to be able to win it this time and ot get eliminated right in the preliminaries."

"You'll be at an advantage over everyone else."

"I've been at a disadvantage since I've been here!" Master Hand thought for a second.

"Okay...I'll let you use 100 pikmin, but no more."

"Oh thank you Master Hand! You won't be hearing any complaints form me anymore!" Olimar ran for the door before being interrupted by Master Hand again.

"Olimar!" Olimar turned to the gloved Hand behind the desk.

"Disturb me again about this issue and I'll make you clean up the entire mansion eveyday for a month!" Olimar gave a salute.

"Don't worry sir! You won't be disappointed!" Olimar ran out the door and down the hallway excitedly. "Yay! Yay! Yay!" he cheered. He passed by Lucas in the hallway who nearly fell over when the space man ran past him. Olimar stopped and turned to the boy with PSI powers. "Hey Lucas! You wanna go for a brawl? I'll let you pick the stage!" Lucas looked nervous.

"Uh...okay..." he said. "How about Final Destination?" Olimar smiled.

"Great! Meet me there in 10 minutes!"

"Um...okay..." Olimar ran down the hallway to get ready for his brawl.

After 10 minutes of prepping, Lucas and Olimar met in the simulation room. R.O.B. was waiting there by the controls. "Are you ready?" he asked. Lucas gave a nod while Olimar shouted.

"Yes! Let's get this show on the road already!" R.O.B. opened the door to the etry platform and Lucas and Olimar stepped inside. The platform brought them down to the square platform in the centre of the room. R.O.B.'s voice was heard over the intercom.

"Stage?" he asked.

"Final Destination!" Olimar called. R.O.B. nodded and pressed a series of buttons onto the controls in front of him. The square platform started shifting and slowly morphed into Final Destination. Olimar and Lucas stood on opposite ends. Lucas looked a little nervous as he looked into the determination in Olimar's eyes. The announcer's voice called over the stage.

"3...2...1...GO!"

Lucas charged at Olimar with a PK fire. Olimar jumped over him and kicked him in the back. Lucas blocked and swung his bat (stick?) at the short man. Olimar jumped back to the other side of the stage. "Now it's time to see if Master Hand kept his word..." he thought. Olimar put his hand to the front of his helmet and blew his whistle hard. Lucas froze.

"What's he doing?" Lucas thought. A rumbling sound could be heard coming out from under the stage. The ground started shaking. "What's goin on?! What's happening?!" cried Lucas. Olimar started laughing maniacally.

"At last, I finally have the power to overthrow my enemies!" All at once, 100 pikmin shot out of the ground. There was barely enough room to keep them all on stage. Olimar and Lucas were practically swimming in a sea of pikmin.

"What is this?!" cried Lucas. Olimar laughed as his pikmin army ran to Lucas.

"This is....SPARTAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" yelled Olimar.

One by one, pikmin of all 5 colours were jumping on Lucas and banging their heads into him. In a matter of a few seconds, Lucas' damage gauge had gone over 9000!, uh..I mean 500%. Soon, Lucas' body was sent flying straight up in the air, out of bounds and out of the game. All 100 pikmin rejoiced and jumped up and down in the air. Olimar did the same. "I WON!" he cried. The announcer's voice boomed over the stadium.

"Game!"

Lucas appeared back on the platform in a flash of light. He barely had room to stand with all the pikmin. "Olimar...what did you do?" Olimar snickered.

"I made a deal with Master Hand. Now I can use 100 pikmin at once! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Both of them, along with the pikmin army, boarded the exit platform as the stage turned back into the square platform it was originally. R.O.B. waited for them. When they arrived, R.O.B. looked stunned.

"100 pikmin...does not compute..." Olimar interrupted.

"Come on guys! Let's celebrate our first victory!"

"YAAAAAY!!!" cried the pikmin. Olimar and his pikmin paraded out of the room. Lucas looked at R.O.B.

"I don't understand," he said. R.O.B. made no reply. Olimar ran down the hallways of the mansion, an army of pikmin following him everywhere.

"YAY YAY YAY!!!" they all cheered. Luigi was walking down the hallway when he saw Olimar turn the corner and come towards him.

"Hi-a Olimar!" he said. Olimar ran past him.

"No time to talk, Luigi! It's time to part-ay!" Luigi heard high pitched happy sounds coming from around the corner Olimar came through. Pikmin of every colour were stampeding dow the narrow hallway right towards him.

"AHHH!!" cried Luigi as 200 pikmin feet stomped all over his body. The pikmin continued to follow Olimar down the stairs. Luigi lay there on the ground with feet imprints all over his body. "Ugh...." he said. "Why does Olimar have so many pikmin?"

Olimar lead his pikmin down the huge set of stairs happily. "I don't know what Master Hand was talking about! Controlling 100 pikmin at once is going to be no trouble at all!"