Author's Note!!!!!

Dark Warlord: Hello! Yeah.....some of you may not know me as ExtremelyEvilKitty. Due to technical difficulties (me forgetting to type the y in my e-mail address) it's taken me a while to log in. But now I figured it out!! Me so smart!!!

Evil Tomato: Her brother pointed it out.

DarkWarlord:......................................................................................................ANYWAY, I am now known as Dark Warlord1992, but I shall probably definately continue to review under ExtremelyEvilKitty. My brother helped me out, so I have to let him post stories under my name. So if any suck, they're his.This one's mine,

though.

Readers: 0o......(get up to leave)

DarkWarlord: Nooooooooooooo!! Don't leeeeeeave!! I read my story to someone, and she said it was good!

Readers: (stay)

Dark Warlord: Of course, it was my mom.....

Readers: (leave)

Dark Warlord: Well, this sucks. On to the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: DarkWarLord1992 owns nothing but her sanity.

Dark Warlord: The world will be mine...ATTACK, my pretties, ATTACK!!!Go forth, and demolish

everything!!!

Evil Tomato: How? We don't have legs....

Dark Warlord: Just hop to it!!! Hehe heh...me funny...

..........actually, she owns nothing.

Money Management Chappie 1: Uhoh....

As we ALL know, the Smashers live in their Super Smash Brothers Mansion. There they live in the sort of luxury that makes us hate our pathetic little lives...Their tournaments draw millions, their hobbies cause property damage, and we love them anyway. Much of that is about to end, except for the us loving them and them causing property damage parts. In fact, it's scary how obsessed some people are. Anyway....

In the Millenium Mall, which is owned by the evil Yu-Gi-Oh Corporation...

"Is it ready?"

A scientist replied,"Yes, Mr Kaiba. The strongest card ever, one that, when used in a duel, could destroy the entire world."

Seto Kaiba smiled evilly. "Good...I will finally beat Yugi..."

But do we care about that? No. In some other part of the Millenium Mall, Peach, Zelda and Samus were shopping with their Platinum Master cards. (A.N. I do not own any Platinum Master cards, though I wish I did....)

"Oooh, there's a sale on diamond-studded diamonds!" Peach gushed.

Zelda shook her head. Diamond-studded diamonds? Why not just buy one BIG diamond and quit wasting people's time?

"Puh-lease.." Samus grumbled."This is a waste of time." Even if they ARE shiny. Samus gazed longingly at the store across from them. The place was aptly titled 'Weapons Galore: For Blowing Stuff Up And More!' and sold everything from shotguns to Korea's weapons of mass destruction. Samus drooled and stared at the titanium-plated blaster missiles in the window.

Her explosive fantasies were shattered as violently as the the stuff happening in them when Peach shrieked,"CANCELLED?!?! That's Platinum, for Christ's sake!!!"

The clerk continued to calmly clip his toenails. " It's been cancelled. Unless you have $7,999.99 plus tax, I'm afraid you can't make a puchase, sir...I mean, ma'am..."

"Here, Peach, use mine." Zelda kindly offered.

"This is cancelled as well." The clerk tossed it back and started to pluck the hair from his left nostril.

"WHAT THE !!!"

Peach and Samus stared at Zelda, who blushed.

Samus was now worried about her own card. "Could you check my card?"

The clerk, now plucking the hair from his right nostril, replied,"We don't offer that service here." in a bored tone. Then he found himself face to face with Samus's blaster. "Uh...but I can make an exception for you if you want me to, sir." He said quickly.

"Sir!? SIR!?! Do I look like a sir to you!?!?" Samus yelled.

"Uhhh...." Samus was wearing her Chozo suit to the mall.

"Forget it." Samus snapped. Their credit cards were rendered to useless bits of plastic, so they had to return to the insanity that was their home.

In the Smash Mansion.....

Master Hand was surrounded by twenty-six Smashers, all clamoring for cash.

"Back off! Shut up, I said SHUT UP!! Gah, there's no money left!"

That shut them up.

" You guys spent all of the money. So if you want money, you have to get jobs."

"Pi pike, chu chu pika cha?(Translation: Can't we hold a tournament?)"

"Whatever you said,Pikachu, yeah, you do that." Master Hand sighed, somehow.

"Pika!" He was a mouse on a mission now.He would organize a tournament and save everyone from debt. Everyone would love him, not just because he made a good teddybear, but because he saved them. Pikachu tried to imagine what sort of cheer the cheerleaders would make about him.

Mewtwo floated past Pikachu, who was jumping up and down like he was a cheerleader. Foolish mouse, Mewtwo thought contemptuously. Now what to do about money...Nobel Peace Prize? That's a start....

"Okay, jobs won't be that hard to find. I've already found one for myself." Master Hand said in what he clearly thought was an encouraging voice.

"What job did you get?" squeaked Kirby.

Master Hand sniffed (how he did, I don't know because he has no nose. He doesn't even have a mouth. How can he breathe? Wait, does he need to breathe? He's a glove. Is there a hand inside him, or is he just rubber? AARRG!) "It is a job of great importance that requires skill and charisma.

The Next Day:

Master Hand floated behind a cash register,"Welcome to McDonald's! What can I get you?" A little kid started to cry.

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DarkWarLord1992: So......whaddya think? Just so you know, this is my first story. I type slowly, so it'll be a while before I update. Please review. Yadda yadda, oh and flames shall be used to keep my butt warm while I type.

Next chapter: The theft of a candy store will leave police stumped, and Link gets attacked by rabid fangirls.