Author's Note: What up! Okay, Robin is a male in this one. Just to avoid confusion. Reviews are welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for the idea.
Robin walked down stairs with Marth following right behind him. "I love mornings like this, it's quite, not a single smasher awake." he said to Marth.
Marth nodded in agreement as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Yeah, it is nice."
Robin got up as he poured cream in his coffee. "Oh. No." the tactician muttered.
"What is it?" Marth asked as he looked over Robin's shoulder.
"There's no more creamer. And, do you know what no more creamer means?" Robin asked his eyes wide.
Marth frowned. "Uh. No."
Robin squeezed the empty carton of coconut creamer. "We've got a whole mansion full of Smashers that love their coffee and cream! Well, except for Meta Knight. Oh, and don't forget Crazy Hand and Master Hand! They love their coffee and cream! Crazy's coffee is more cream with coffee then coffee with cream!"
Marth and Robin's heads turned to see Ike coming down the stairs. "Morning, Robin. Morning, Marth," Ike said as he went to the fridge to get his half and half.
Robin and Marth looked at each other as Ike frowned. "Where's the half and half?" the warrior asked.
Robin smiled. "You see, Ike. We're all out." he said with a laugh.
The whole mansion heard a loud scream.
Dark Pit and Pit were walking to get themselves their morning coffee until they saw Robin and Marth being thrown against the wall.
"Oh yeah?" Robin muttered as he took out his yellow book. "Thoron!" he yelled.
Robin broke the fourth wall with his Thoron. "Hehe. Whoops, my bad." the tactician muttered sheepishly.
Master Hand and Crazy Hand came down as they stared at the broken wall. "What is this?" Master Hand asked.
Crazy Hand went down stairs and came up with a bunch of creamer in his hand. "What? They were in the downstairs fridge!"
In Master Hand's Office
Robin, Ike, and Marth found out they were stuck on jander duty, on, sloppy joe night.
"What?!" Robin yelled as he broke the 5th broom.
"Seriously? This is horrible! This is all your fault, Marth!" Ike yelled.
"My fault! How's this all my fault?!" Marth yelled as they were all in jander outfits mopping the floor.
Ike narrowed his eyes. "Because, I need to blame somebody!"
Robin broke his 6th broom. "Will you two just shut up!"
Ike turned around to face Robin. "Fine, but, you're gonna hear a lot of talking on sloppy joe night!"
All of the men groaned as Master Hand was watching them work.
