Author's Note: Thumbs up if you like Julian Smith as much as I do. *waits* I thought so. I saw how it was done so I decided to try it out with the 3 Fire Emblem boys with a little SSBB cameo. But before that, Malk belongs to Julian Smith and SSBB belongs to Nintendo. Enjoy.

Marth, Ike and Roy were sitting at the dining room table, talking about swords and princesses and Naga knows what. It was the early morning and the 3 swordsmen were the only ones awake. Suddenly, Marth was beginning to feel a bit thirsty. So, the Altean prince stood up and started towards the kitchen.

"Ike, do you have anything to drink?" Marth asked.

"Yeah, in the fridge," came Ike's reply.

Roy, who was also thirsty, overheard the brief exchange.

"Marth, get me a glass of malk."

Marth replied. "They don't have any malk, but I can get you some milk.

Ike look at Marth in confusion. "That's what he just said," Ike said coolly.

"Yeah, I just want some malk," Roy added.

"No, you're saying it wrong. You're saying malk, like it's a disease," Marth said to Roy.

Ike laughed to himself. "How do you say it?"

Marth stood straight and said, "I'm saying it the way it ought to be said. M-I-L-K." While he said this Ike and Roy looked at each other and each made the cuckoo sign.

"Yeah, like 2%," Ike said, nodding.

"Yeah, like whole malk," Roy said.

"No, no, no, no," Marth said. "Say milkshake."

"Milkshake."

Okay, now say milk."

"Malk..."

Marth sighed, facepalmed and turned to Ike. "Ike, are you hearing this?"

"Yeah. The man wants a glass of molk."

Marth's eyes widened. "Molk?!"

"GIVE HIM THE MOLK, MARTH!"

Suddenly, Link barged into the dining room, having just woken up from his sleep.

"Ike, shut up," he said to Ike. "I can hear from a mile away."

"Sorry, Link," Ike said. "You know how the princess gets..."

After Link walks away, Roy loses his patience.

"MARTH," he shouted. "POUR ME! A GLASS! OF MALK!

"Why are you yelling at me?" Marth asked.

"JUST GIVE HIM THE FREAKING MOLK!" Ike shouted to Marth as well. Obviously, he was losing his patience, too.

"You guys aren't even saying the same thing!"

"WE'RE ALL SAYING MALK, MARTH!" Roy shouted.

"No, you're saying malk!" Marth shouted back. Turning to Ike, he shouted, "You're saying-"

"MOLK! MOLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKK!"

"MALLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

"SHUT UP!" Marth yelled at them. "SHUT UP!" He was pointing a gun at them that came out of full-blown nowhere. Next, Marth points the gun to his own head.

Quickly, Ike and Roy take two other guns and point them at Marth.

"Better put it down, Marth," Ike demanded.

"Don't do it, Marth," Roy pleaded.

"You're going to shoot me if I shoot myself?!" Marth asked. "THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!"

Ike and Roy look at each other for a moment and quickly point the guns to their own heads.

"MARTH, PUT IT DOWN!" Ike shouted.

"PUT THE GUN DOWN!" Roy shouted.

"PUT YOUR GUNS AWAY!" Marth shouted.

Ike shouted, "JUST PUT IT DOWN!"

"I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF OVER THIS!"

'YOU'RE LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!" Roy shouted.

"PUT THE GUN DOWN!"

"YOU'RE LIKE A BROTHER TO ME, PRINCESS!"

The three swordsmen drifted off into mindless screaming that eventually woke up the rest of Smash Manor.

"And then, after that, we pull the trigger," Marth said to Roy. "All three of us."

"We can't do something like that," Roy replied.

"Why not?" Marth asked.

"One, we're swordsmen. And two, it's... dark," Roy replied. Hanging up the phone, he proceeded to the open oven, gives Kirby a final Maxim Tomato and a scratch on top of the head, closes the oven and turns it on.

A/N: Talk about dark, Roy. Kirby, you will be missed.

I hope you enjoyed the SSBB version of Malk. Again, Malk belongs to Julian Smith and SSBB belongs to Nintendo. Reviews welcome. And Happy Halloween! Well, I can't really give you anything but still...

-EgoistFan85