In one of the less visited and less known about corners of the Smash Mansion, the members of the Retro Club had gathered together for their usual meeting. Above the door hung a decayed old wooden plank that had the words 'Retro Club' sloppily painted on in black. Beneath it, the phrase 'Back then, you played with power' was scribbled on almost unintelligibly.

The four members were seated around a table, a lightbulb, the rooms only light source, hanging above them. Mr. Game and Watch had insisted on the layout because it reminded him of those 'interrogation scenes from those old movies'. Also, the Retro Club's budget was nonexistent, so it was all they could afford.

"Beep beep beep!" Mr. Game and Watch, the club's unofficial leader, called for attendance.

"Present," R.O.B., the club's unofficial mascot, stated in his robotic way.

"I'm here," Popo, the club's unofficial rational guy, said.

"Here. Geez. Do we have to take roll every single time? There's like, only four of us," Nana, the club's unofficial complainer, said.

The suggestion did not fly well with Mr. Game and Watch at all. The 2D man jumped to his feet, violently pushing his chair back. He pointed an accusatory finger at the girl. "Beep! Beep beep!" he cried. Melodramatically, he fell to his knees, one hand on his head. "Beep... Beep." He stood back up, nodding to himself. "Beep," he finished sagely.

"Truer words have never been spoken," R.O.B. said. If he hadn't been a robot, he would have surely shed a tear. "Remember those words, Nana. Let them guide you."

Nana slumped in her chair. "I... Ugh."

Satisfied, Mr. Game and Watch left to fetch his chair that had bounced off into the darkness. (It was pretty hard to see in that room, especially when your chair was black and two dimensional). In his absence, Popo decided to carry on with the meeting. "All right, with that said, what should we talk about today?"

"Pokemon."

"Budget increase."

"We already tried getting a budget increase before, Nana. Last week in fact," Popo pointed over his shoulder to a large whiteboard littered with random scribbles and doodles. One of which was a very detailed picture of Master Hand being pelted with rockets. They had originally written out their entire proposal on it. "Master Hand laughed at us then immediately shut the idea down. Told us to never come into his office with an 'inane idea' like that again,"

"That doesn't mean I've given up..." Nana grumbled.

Popo ignored her and continued to study the whiteboard. "Huh. When did we get the money to buy that again?"

"We didn't. We stole it from the Rec Room," Nana said.

"Insufficient funds," R.O.B. agreed.

A familiar clicking sound filled the air. It seems Mr. Game and Watch had returned from his (very long) chair search. "Beep beep?" He asked, climbing onto his chair.

All eyes went to R.O.B.. "Yeah. What about Pokemon did you want to talk about?" Popo asked.

The robot left his seat and approached the whiteboard. "The Pokemon franchise is one of the most successful series of Nintendo," he explained, "...spanning many main entries and spin-off titles. What makes it so popular? I have come to the conclusion..."

Several hours past as R.O.B. provided an extremely in depth and detailed explanation of the Pokemon series, from beginning to present and everything in between. By the end of his lecture, he had filled the board with intricate equations and formulas. (Nana was rather upset that her doodles had been erased.)

"...Therefore, I believe that if we try to emulate this formula ourselves, we too could become popular once again," He finally faced his audience. "Are there any...?" He trailed off.

Popo and Nana were both leaning on each other, fast asleep, while Mr. Game and Watch was currently immersed in his Game and Watch system. He looked up from his game. "Beep?"

It wasn't really the response he was looking for. "Oh... It was nothing..." he said. His head hung low, he returned to his seat.

A loud yawn filled the air as Nana woke up. "Huh? Oh sorry, R.O.B.. You were talking about something right?" She said, her voice waking up Popo.

The poor robot shook his head. "It does not matter."

Some time passed in silence as the club members went about their business. Popo and Nana talked about random topics, R.O.B. was busy sulking, and Mr. Game and Watch was still wrapped up in his game. It was at this point that Popo noticed something strange.

"Hm. This is weird. Usually at this point we're all complaining about how the older franchises don't get enough respect and how some series get too much attention..."

"Yeah," Nana agreed. "Sometimes I feel we should just call this the Old Fogey Club considering how much we complain."

"Request accepted." R.O.B. immediately stepped in. "Now changing title..." The robot eyes began to glow green.

"Wait, I didn't..."

"Change complete."

"...Is this your shot at revenge for not paying attention earlier?" She sighed.

R.O.B. shook his head. "I do not know what you are talking about," he said. No one quite believed him.

A sudden knocking brought everyone's attention to the door. It opened slightly and light began to pour in from the crack. Slowly, a familiar red helmet peered around the door.

"Hey. This is the Retro Club, right?" Captain Falcon announced. No matter what, he always sounded like he was announcing everything he said.

The four glanced at each other before facing the newcomer again. "Um... Yes?" Popo said.

"Cool." He proceeded to systematically kick the door open. "I would like to join this club!" The pilot announced with his usual salute.

An awkward silence filled the air.

"How did he get here?" Nana whispered to Popo, who only shrugged.

"My last game came out 10 years ago! That is way too long! If I join this club, than we can work together to get ourselves some sequels!" He announced his master plan.

"Um... We don't actually do that..." Popo said quietly. Captain Falcon ignored him.

"Furthermore," R.O.B.'s mechanical voice cut in, "according to my data banks, your last game came out 9 years ago."

Falcon spun toward the robot. "Cut me some slack here! Besides, that game only came out in Japan! It only half counts!"

"Beep."

The remaining three members collectively gasped and turned to Mr. Game and Watch.

Nana tentatively asked, "You're not... serious, are you?" She jerked her thumb over to the newcomer. "Him!?"

The 2D man only nodded.

Falcon glanced around, confused. "What? What did he say?"

"Well..." Popo began, "According to our unofficial leader... You are now an unofficial member of the group."

He wasted no time in showing his excitement. "YES!" He pumped his fist into the air before bringing it down again.

"Welcome to the Old Fogey Club," R.O.B. said dryly.

"For your first order of business, you can tell us how you found this place," Nana said, resting her head on her hand. She didn't seem too thrilled by the idea of him joining.

"Oh? That's easy." He folded his arms across his chest. "My good friend Pit told me!" Captain Falcon failed to notice the tense atmosphere that had suddenly filled the air.

"...Pit?"

"Yes! He told me..."

SLAM!

Everyone leapt back as Nana brought her hammer down on the table as if it were a gavel. "Pit, huh?" She seethed. "Not only does he ditch us, he also leaks out our location!" As far as the group goes, Pit was a very, very taboo subject.

"Something needs to be done..." Popo mused.

"Capital punishment!" R.O.B.'s normally monotone voice had taken a dangerously low pitch.

"I... wouldn't go that far."

Mr. Game and Watch began to furiously ring his bell. "Beep! Beep! BEEP!" Translation: 'For Pit the bell tolls!'.

Though he wasn't sure why, Captain Falcon felt like he had just condemned his friend to an uncertain fate.

Just another day for the Retro(Old Fogey?) Club.

On a side note, Master Hand never gave permission for the club to be established in the first place. In other words, the club itself is unofficial.

See ya later.