AN: In this story, Master Hand and Crazy Hand can change from glove form back to a human form whenever the need arises, just so you know...
Disclaimer: If I owned any part of SSBM or Cinnabun, why would I be sitting here writing this?
It was early. Very early. Master Hand was generally an early riser, but 3am was too early even for him. Nevertheless, there were two beings standing outside the door of the Smasher's Mansion beaming up at him.
The female one spoke first in a extrordinarliy chipper tone of voice, reading from a small card in her hand. "Congratulations sir or madame on your hiring of two personal assistants in order to further your establishment and-crap, the ink's smeared, I can't read it. Oh well, you get the general idea. Right?"
Master Hand blinked. "What are you talking about? I didn't hire anyone! I don't even know who you are!"
"That's company policy. Nobody is supposed to know the identity of their assistants, not even the assistants themeselves. See what a great system it is?" Her male counterpart spoke up, grinning.
"I don't need this at 3 in the morning. Go bother the person who was stupid enough to actually hire you, why don't you?" Master Hand snapped, slamming the door. However, the male managed to shove his foot into the crack before the door closed all the way. The female took out a sheaf of papers and waved them in Master Hand's face.
"See this? YOU signed the papers, YOU hired us, and this is YOUR address. And we're not leaving. At least not until we get paid for our services, at least..." She stated, all traces of chipper-ness gone.
"I didn't sign this! For one, my name is not Anonymous, this isn't my handwriting and I do NOT run a Cinnabun stand at the airport!" Master Hand exploded, looking at the documents in front of him.
"Darn. I was hoping we'd get paid in Cinnabuns...Oh well, looks like you're stuck with us for the duration. See, there's miles of paperwork involved, a total mess. Real frustrating. And we have nowhere to go except for our boss's place of business until this is all taken care of. And according to these papers, that's here! Fun, no?" The male exclaimed cheerfully.
"Do I have a choice?" Master Hand asked tiredly.
"Nope. By the way, I'm Siegfried and my comrade is Roi. Very pleased to meet you, Anonymous!" The male explained.
"Siegfried and Roy, huh? And, since I am your new employer, at least for the time being, you should know that I am Master Hand, not Anonymous!" Master Hand said, raising an eyebrow as he led his unwanted assistants into the Mansion. It was going to be a very long visit...