Um... hellos. Believe it or not, I'm back with a sequel to that sorry excuse for a story some people found amusing. I would just like to say that I wrote that as went along. I had no idea Angel was trying to take over the world or anything at first... so yeah. Oh, and I'm planning on giving as many SSBB characters a role as I can. So... here you go. :D

"Hey, Angel, make that squirrel dance."

Nudge pointed at the fluffy creature watching them a few yards away. She glanced over at the sulky little blonde girl sitting with her back to a tree and little black winged dog in her lap.

She, Nudge, Total, and Iggy had to stay there while Max and Fang went to the nearest town for food and stuff. Gazzy had insisted on going along. So they sat. Waiting.

"Nudge. I've made a bunny and a pigeon dance for you already, and I even made Iggy prance around like a ballerina while he sang to us," Angel said irritably.

Iggy was still fuming over that one, but Nudge just furrowed her eyebrows, ignoring the unseeing glare he sent in her direction.

"Yeah. And that was great. But you haven't made a squirrel dance yet."

"No, you haven't. I think that should change. That squirrel is looking at me rudely. He deserves it," Total said lazily.

"Fine."

Angel finally gave in, but that squirrel lucked out and was spared humiliation, because as soon as Angel looked at it, concentrating, they were suddenly not in the little clearing in a forest anymore.

In the blink of an eye, they were sitting in front of a massive house.

They looked around and found that Max, Fang, and Gazzy were with them too. Max looked mad.

Ohh…

Angel saw this place was familiar. And she so wasn't in the mood for this.

She facepalmed and groaned. She was back at the Smash Mansion.

"No! Why? Max! We've got to get home! Like, now. You know things will just go downhill from here!" Angel cried.

Yeah, Angel had sworn revenge and everything, but over the past few months, she had begun to take on the attitude of a rehabilitated addict. Meaning that she was progressing with her issues, but if she was tempted with the possibility of avenging her dignity and her chance of ruling two worlds, she would blindly take it with a new vigor.

Hm… and that means I have a better chance of succeeding this time- no, stop thinking like that!

"Boy, do I know the way downhill," Max muttered, pulling Angel from her internal struggle of taking the chance to be or not to be a bad little birdchild. "I'm not sure if we can leave ourselves though, or if someone from inside has to help us."

"Welp, only one way to find out," Gazzy said cheerfully.

He started walking to the front door of the big, fat house, dragging Iggy along with him.

Max looked around, and then sighed.

"Well, not much else we can do, I guess. Follow the kid with gastric issues," she said warily.

Nudge skipped after them, Total trotting at her heels, and Fang shrugged, following. Max stayed behind and stared pointedly at Angel.

"Guess what?" Max said.

"What?"

"You're going to behave yourself or I will hunt you like one of those vicious tribal men hunt bunnies with a spear."

Angel blinked. That was a weird analogy.

"Okay," Angel answered submissively. But she was thinking differently. She was thinking, Just call me Fluffy. Cuz, you know, it's clever because that's a bunny name. And stuff.

Max looked at her a little while longer before making Angel walk in front of her like a prisoner.

I WILL take revenge on Peach! She thought loudly.

"What?" Max asked.

Oops.

"Um… I said… I wish… I… had a… peach. Yeah."

A peach with a big fluffy skirt and blonde hair and a big squishy head that I can kick-

"Angel, when we get home, I'm taking you to a psychiatrist."

Aw, man. Another one?

Yes, another one. And that probably tanked cuz I is tired... sorry.