The female Wii Fit Trainer awoke at 6:15 AM. Marth was known for being an early bird, but the Wii Fit Trainer took that to the next level. Nobody really noticed that she was the earliest riser of the Smashers; they all just assumed she got up with the rest of them. It didn't bother her that much—in fact, she actually enjoyed the peace and quiet of a tranquil morning. These were especially valuable, because tranquil mornings were a rare thing in the tournament. She glanced out the window. The sun was rising, its first few rays peeking over the mountains. Wii Fit Trainer took this time to start off her day right: with some healthy yoga. She lay down her blue yoga mat—her favorite—and set to work straight away. She started off with the Dancer pose, lifting her leg so her arm could grab it and stretching her free arm out in front of her. This lasted for 40 reps. After that came the Triangle pose. She tilted her body to her right to place her right palm against her leg and twisted her torso.

As she held this pose, she thought about the day that lay ahead of her. With a slight smile, she remembered that today was the first day of her new training regimen for the Smashers. Every day, after breakfast, the Smashers would all go down to the Wii Fit Studio, the only indoor stage on the grounds. There, they would perform a series of calisthenics to loosen them up and get themselves ready for their matches for the day. She'd sent the idea straight to Master Hand's office, where it was approved almost immediately. After stretching her shoulders a bit, she rolled up her yoga mat and walked outside. It was still only 6:45.

Wii Fit Trainer stepped out of her room and took a deep breath. The air was warm and hazy. She started walking down the hallway to the Wii Fit Studio, but was interrupted by a loud bang.

So much for a peaceful morning.

Wii Fit Trainer stumbled. She hadn't expected chaos this early in the morning. Usually chaos had the decency to wait until all the Smashers were awake. But today, chaos felt the need to get up as early as the Wii Fit Trainer. And, of course, chaos was usually the work of someone on the grounds. Well, she was awake now, so she might as well investigate. She picked up her duffel bag and jogged towards the source of the noise, making sure to set her pedometer first.

As Wii Fit Trainer trotted down the halls, she noticed that none of the other Smashers seemed to be awake. She made a mental note to push for earlier wake-up times. There was another explosion in the distance. Whatever, or whoever, was the cause of this, was up to no good.

As yet another rumble cause the floor to tremor beneath her, the Wii Fit Trainer could make out voices. They were barely audible, but she could barely make out the voices of two young boys. She slowed her walk and sighed. Leave it to kids to sleep in when they needed to get up early, and be awake when they were expected to be asleep. Not to mention, they were playing with explosives this early in the morning, so obviously they must have gotten past the Mii guards. Master Hand would surely have their heads if he found out…provided he hadn't already.

Wii Fit Trainer saw the next explosion right outside the window. It was the unmistakable blast of a Smart Bomb. After the blast subsided, she stuck her head out the window and looked down. Sure enough, there were the culprits: Toon Link, a younger version of Link with cat-eyes, and Pit, an angel knight who was unable to fly on his own. They were carelessly tossing bombs in the air, trying to snipe them out of the air with their arrows.

"Did you see that? How it got cut into an X shape?" asked Pit.

"Yeah, that was amazing! Get another one!" replied the green-clad warrior.

Wii Fit Trainer's brow furrowed. They could find an excuse to get out of their daily exercise, but here they were, playing with bombs outside of a match. She opened the window wide enough for her to stand, then leapt down with the grace and elegance of a swan. She landed like an Olympic gymnast, surprising Pit enough that he almost dropped the Bob-omb he was holding. "Well, well, well," she murmured, surveying the two like a mother would her naughty children. "Having a little fun outside?"

"Miss Fit Trainer!" stammered Pit, who tried to hide the explosive behind his back. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I always get up at 6:15 A.M every day," she replied coolly. "The real question is, what are you and Toon Link doing up so early outside, and with explosives?"

Toon Link stepped in to cover for the angel, who looked as if he might spill the beans. "We found these dangerous bombs just lying around outside the bomb room. So we decided to… uh… get rid of them. Yeah, that's it! Get rid of the bombs with our arrows. Right, Pit?" He nudged Pit to support him.

Pit blinked. "Huh? Uh, yeah! We're just gettin' rid of some bombs. Nothing suspicious here!" He grinned just a little too widely to convince the porcelain woman.

Wii Fit Trainer's eyes narrowed. From the looks of it, she wasn't convinced. Pit and Toon Link sweated nervously. She must have been trying to stare right into their souls. At last she smiled just a little too nicely for their comfort.

"Well then, since you're already wide awake, maybe you could help me prep the studio for our aerobics session. I mean, it's not like you're doing anything constructive right now."

"Hey! Shooting bombs with our arrows is constructive! These could have fallen into the wrong hands," Toon Link retorted.

"At any rate," said Wii Fit Trainer, looking into the box of bombs, "you're almost out of bombs, anyway, sooo…" She beckoned for them to follow her as she walked around to the front door. Both boys begrudgingly followed after her.

Pit whispered to Toon Link, "Told you we should have gone to the lake." He received an elbow in the ribs for his helpful suggestion.

After the Smashers finished their breakfast (no breakfast was complete without King Dedede complaining about reduced rations), they all walked down to the Wii Fit Studio, some more enthusiastically than others. It was a hard time getting everyone inside, for Bowser Jr. insisted on taking his Junior Clown Car with him. After everyone was settled and ready, Wii Fit Trainer walked to the front of the room with her brother, the other Wii Fit Trainer.

The female Wii Fit Trainer addressed the Smashers. "Welcome to our new official aerobics program! I'm so glad everyone could join us today on such a beautiful morning." She chose to ignore the dark clouds moving towards the grounds. Let's get started, shall we?" She stepped onto her yoga mat, and began with the Tree pose. "Breathe slowly as you hold this pose."

All the Smashers took, or at least tried to take, the pose (save R.O.B., who was physically incapable and instead stood there despondently). This was a very trying pose, especially for the Smashers that hailed from Dream Land. None of them had any knees, so they stretched their arms above their heads and stood on one foot. Dedede was unable to hold the pose, and just flopped over on his back. The ground shook when he fell, and everyone turned to look at him. Both Wii Fit Trainers sent steely glares his way as he struggled to get up. On the opposite end of the spectrum of fitness, Samus, Sheik, and Greninja found the Tree pose to be no trouble at all.

After a couple minutes of holding the pose, the male Wii Fit Trainer said, "Now relax and exhale." The Smashers relaxed and exhaled with great gusto, some of them even slumping over in exhaustion. And it hadn't even been ten minutes! He noted that over sixty percent of the Smashers had poor posture.

The porcelain man shook his head. Already, some of them looked as if they were ready to give up. He skimmed over the crowd. Luigi, who had only recently gotten out of the infirmary, was sitting on his mat, fanning himself with his cap. Yoshi just looked hungry, and was looking at Olimar's Pikmin as though he was contemplating how best to prepare a Pikmin salad. Even Ganondorf, Link's archenemy and the self-professed Great King of Evil, was wiping sweat from his brow. All that armor must be doing a number on him, thought the porcelain man. Maybe if he took it off… He was suddenly assaulted with the mental image of Ganondorf, wearing yoga pants and drenched in sweat. He shook his head, trying to erase the picture from his brain.

The female Wii Fit Trainer was busy setting up some calming music for their exercises when her brother alerted her of some of the Smashers' lack of preparation for the day. She silently nodded.

"All right, everyone, I'll just give it to you straight. That first pose was awful. I've seen better yoga from a rhino with a concussion." This was met with a round of offended scoffing. King Dedede whined, "But it's not fair! In case you haven't noticed, some of us aren't capable of contorting our limbs to freakish positions like you are. And some of us," he emphasized, pointing to his two stubby legs, "lack certain limbs."

Wii Fit Trainer thought for a moment. "All right," she decided. "R.O.B., you can sit this one out." Everyone turned to glare at the robot, who simply rolled away off to the side. King Dedede was outraged. "I wasn't talking about him! I was referring to me! Since you clearly haven't noticed, I'll just spell it out for you: I! Don't! Have! Any! Legs!" Dedede was now shaking, beads of sweat flying off him. His face had gone past red, and was now going towards a deep purple. Everyone stared at him. Kirby, who had placed his mat right next to Dedede's, timidly asked, "Dedede, are you OK? You might get an ulcer…" Dedede hissed back, "Don't touch me." If looks could kill, Dedede would have been arrested for mass murder. Kirby actually deflated a bit and backed away from Dedede.

Hoping to divert attention from Dedede before he exploded, Wii Fit Trainer continued her speech. "I noticed that some of you did not come prepared today. That's okay, it's only the first day. Luckily for you, I came prepared." She took out a large cardboard box seemingly from nowhere. The Smashers all seemed confused. They looked closer to get a peek as Wii Fit Trainer opened it and pulled out one of its contents. She smiled brightly, as the others looked at it in a mixture of horror and confusion.

"I got everyone a fresh pair of yoga pants!"

"I've suffered my fair share of humiliation during my time as a Smash Brother, but this is the final straw."

Ganondorf scowled as he held up his clothes to the light. How dare he, the King of Evil, be forced to wear these pathetic excuses of clothing! He tossed them aside in disgust. "I do not need these. I'm perfectly fit."

He was in the men's changing room with Bowser, who was busy examining his own pair. "Sheesh," he complained, "she couldn't even be bothered to get my size? Well, I hear they're supposed to be stretchy anyways." He cautiously put a foot through one of the leg holes, just barely getting it in. Bowser moved his position so he could get the other leg in, tearing the pair of pants clean in two. The Koopa king looked at the pieces of fabric on the ground. "Ah, well! Don't need 'em, anyways!" he declared jovially. With that, he stomped out of the changing room. Ganondorf ground his pair into the ground with his boot, then quickly followed suit.

Most of the Smashers had already changed, save for the ones that never wore clothes. Sonic the Hedgehog and Lucario were such Smashers, nonchalantly leaning against the wall and striking up conversation. On the other end of the studio, Shulk, a youth from Bionis, was chatting with Mewtwo, a cat-like psychic Pokémon. Shulk was trying to convince Mewtwo that exercise was worth his time.

"Oh, come on, Mewtwo! Exercise is known for calming the mind and body."

Mewtwo telepathically replied, "I don't really see the point of these physical exercises."

"Well, physical exercises are important, too!" replied the Homs. "You're one of the lightest fighters here; you could do with some extra muscle." He made to pinch Mewtwo's arm, but the Pokémon's glare stopped him. Mewtwo answered, "I am the most powerful Pokémon in the world. I do not need physical strength."

Shulk sighed. "That may be true, but—whoa." Something caught his attention. He nudged Mewtwo to look where he was looking. Mewtwo turned his head. Captain Falcon was there, in his tight-fitting yoga pants. He was staring at Samus, in her tight-fitting yoga pants. Luckily for Captain Falcon, she didn't notice, otherwise she would have broken his jaw.

Shulk snickered. Even Mewtwo seemed amused; a smile played on his lips. He stopped immediately when Shulk noticed him. "You humans are a very strange sort."

On the other end of the studio, the Mario Bros. were busying themselves with some preliminary calisthenics. The older brother said, "You know, I really don't-a see why I have to-a do this, but I suppose it'll help in-a the long run." Luigi nodded and replied, "They'll especially-a help for our upcoming trip to-a Rio. And-a besides," he said, in a voice that Mario couldn't hear, "you could stand-a to lose some weight." He turned and faced the full-wall mirror to do some lower back stretches. As Luigi stretched, he noticed how sleek and formfitting his yoga pants were.

Now, Luigi was not known to be a vain man. Quite the opposite, in fact: he was actually very well known for his shyness. But seeing his reflection in that mirror set something off inside of him. He moved a little closer. The pants were a simple green color to match his hat. Luigi turned his waist. He actually looked good! Perhaps even…attractive?

The plumber checked to make sure no one was watching. The coast was clear. At last, he could truly admire himself for the beautiful man he now realized he was. Luigi hesitated for a bit, then flexed. Sadly, he lacked the bulging biceps that Captain Falcon had. No matter. Who needs upper arm strength when he had a pair of absolutely gorgeous legs? Luigi tentatively struck a pose and struggled to contain a giggle. He reminded himself of Bowser when he checked himself out in front of a mirror.

"Excuse me."

Luigi yelped and turned around. Wii Fit Trainer was standing right behind him. She did not look impressed by Luigi's show of strength, unlike the other Smashers behind her, who wore varying degrees of amusement on their faces. "If you don't mind, we're ready to start." The plumber's face went as red as a tomato. He quickly shuffled back into the group amidst peals of muffled laughter.

After some quiet returned to the studio, the Wii Fit Trainer spoke up. "This next exercise is the Single Leg Extension. It helps build triceps and torso and increase coordination." She stepped onto her mat and balanced on one leg, pulling the other back and forth. Her brother indicated to the others to do the same as she walked around the studio giving tips to the Smashers.

This time, it was not the Dream Land fighters, but Ganondorf that had trouble with the exercises. He struggled to keep his balance on one foot while also moving his other leg. He wobbled and winced with every rep. This made him a prime target for the Wii Fit Trainer, who made a beeline for him.

Ganondorf grit his teeth as the porcelain woman looked him up and down. Don't say it, he thought to himself. I swear to Din, if she says it…

Wii Fit Trainer stared him right in the eye. She smirked and simply said, "You're wobbling. Try to keep your balance." She walked away to tend to an aching Charizard, leaving a seething Ganondorf to almost topple over and land on Fox.

Wii Fit Trainer walked in between the rows of Smashers. She noticed that for all of Charizard's pride, he was not very good at calisthenics. She quietly took note of Bowser's steady improvement of posture. She stopped and lingered at Ike.

Ike…

The porcelain woman stared at the mercenary and sighed. She paid no attention to his faulty exercising. All that mattered to her was Ike's massive arms rhythmically churning. Oh, how she longed to be wrapped in those arms… to feel his heartbeat beating in his thick chest… She realized that he had been standing there for a full ten minutes. What if he had noticed? Her face turned scarlet as she quickly scurried away. She passed by her brother, who smirked at her gawking.

"All right, everyone, that's enough," called out the male Wii Fit Trainer. Ike relaxed, letting out a deep sigh. (The female Wii Fit Trainer's knees buckled.) "It's time for a run around the grounds." The Smashers filed out of the Wii Fit Studio, Sonic taking the lead. Both trainers were left alone in the room. This moment did not last very long, as Nikki walked in with a large crate. "Delivery," she called out, setting the box down.

The female Wii Fit Trainer rubbed her hands eagerly as her brother opened the box. A bright glow emanated from its contents. "Finally," they whispered. "They're here."

The Smashers walked out the doors of the mansion. The temperature was now an oppressive, humid 102 degrees, even with an overcast sky, and it showed no signs of letting up. King Dedede began to regret wearing his imperial robes, and began to lag behind the rest of the group. Several Waddle Dees had to carry him on a palanquin so he could keep up. Unfortunately for the Waddle Dees, it was a long walk to the starting point.

When the Smashers reached the starting point, most of them were already tired from the combination of the heat and the walk. A white line was painted on the ground. The female Wii Fit Trainer stood off to the side with a whistle around her neck. "This next exercise will test your speed and endurance. Everyone will run ten laps around the grounds." Sonic smirked to himself, expecting a relaxing run around the grounds. Everyone took a mark right behind the line. The porcelain woman blew the whistle. Right as she blew the whistle, Sonic took off, leaving the others to choke on his dust. Right after Sonic came Captain Falcon, then Little Mac, who was followed by an assortment of other characters. After the dust had cleared, King Dedede was still there, dozing on his palanquin with Waddle Dees slowly fanning him.

Both Wii Fit Trainers glared at the king. He paid them no notice as he rolled over to scratch his back. The male Wii Fit Trainer marched up to him and blew his whistle right in his ear. King Dedede jolted from his reclined position and looked around sleepily. "Guh?! What happened? Is it time for my back massage?" He noticed the Wii Fit Trainers scowling at him. Although he was taller than both of them, he cowered under their gaze. "…Can I help you?" he sheepishly asked.

At this point, both trainers were too exhausted with Dedede's crippling laziness to deal with him any further. They just pointed him in the direction he was supposed to run. "Just…just run. Or walk. Crawl if you must, just get moving." Dedede rolled his eyes and trudged forward, right as Sonic passed him.

The blue hedgehog looked back at Dedede as he ran. Was Dedede always this slow? he thought to himself. He slowed his pace a bit, if only to let the penguin king catch up with him. The king flopped and gasped with every step he took. If he was moving, he was doing so very slowly. It must have taken Dedede an hour to get out of bed. Eventually, Dedede gave up running and simply rolled along the path.

Here, Sonic just stopped. This was just pathetic. The hedgehog turned back and stopped right next to Dedede. "What are you doing?" The penguin glared up at Sonic as he rolled. "I'm rolling. What does it look like I'm doing?" Sonic replied, "No, but, what are you doing? That's not movement." Sonic helped Dedede up, ignoring the sudden pang of regret when Captain Falcon ran past him. "All right, because you clearly don't know how to run, I'll show you how to run. Okay?" The king started to protest that he did, in fact, know how to run, but Sonic didn't listen. He held King Dedede's hand ("I don't need any tutorial!") and started to walk with him. "Running is easy," he explained. "It's just walking, but much, much faster." The penguin king snorted. "I already know how to run. Can we just skip to the end of the lesson?"

"Skip…to the end?" asked the hedgehog. "Well, if you say so. I hope you know what you're getting into." Before Dedede could ask what exactly he was getting into, Sonic took off once again at his full speed, with Dedede in tow.

Sonic smirked to himself as he raced past Fox, Little Mac, and Captain Falcon. Now he was in his element. He sprinted past the clock tower, the pool, and the Assist Trophies' quarters. His surroundings started to blur around him. He could feel and hear the wind whooshing past him. It was so loud, he almost didn't hear King Dedede begging for him to stop. Sonic looked behind himself. Sure enough, there was Dedede, actually running, clinging to Sonic's hand for dear life. Sure, he was screaming, and he alternated between running and being dragged along, but he was still running nonetheless!

"Way to go!" he said, ignoring Dedede's long string of profanities. "We're gonna stop soon, so get ready!" Sonic could barely make out such words as "Thank goodness" and "I'll kill you". He could see the Wii Fit Trainers on the horizon. Just before he passed them, he quickly skidded to a stop. Dedede clumsily collided with Sonic, receiving a faceful of quills.

The Wii Fit Trainers were speechless. King Dedede, of all Smashers, had managed to complete 5 laps. Their shock was lessened when they saw that Sonic had been helping him, but it was still a surprise. The female Wii Fit Trainer stepped forward. "Dedede! I didn't expect you to run at all, let alone complete a lap. Congratulations!" She went to pat Dedede on the back when she noticed the penguin standing stock-still, not even blinking. She paused. "Um… Dedede? Are you okay?" King Dedede did not respond, standing motionless with his beak hanging open. Suddenly, he sharply inhaled… and literally deflated.

King Dedede was admitted to the infirmary that day. Overworking his body, Dr. Luigi claimed. He would be fine, he added. Both Wii Fit Trainers felt little sympathy for him, saying that this incident should drive him to pursue a healthy lifestyle.

After that was cleared up, the Smashers congregated in front of the main hall. The Wii Fit Trainers had changed their clothes from their yoga gear to more casual hiking gear. "To close out the day," began the woman, "we've prepare a fun activity for you all." She motioned for her brother to pass out several sheets of paper. "We're all going to split into groups for a scavenger hunt!" Everyone looked at the papers, which contained a list of things to get:

WELCOME TO THE SCAVENGER HUNT!

Your quest is to find the following items:

Shine Sprite

DK Coin

Zora's Flippers

Seasons Heart

Premier Ball

Box of Yoshi Cookies

Classic Table

Bring these to both Wii Fit Trainers by 6:00 pm. Great prizes await for the person who brings a completed collection first.

GOOD LUCK, AND MAY THE BEST TEAM WIN!

A buzz spread amongst the Smashers. They speculated amongst themselves what the potential prizes would be. "One million coins!" exclaimed Wario.

"I finally get to use my Arwing!" said Falco.

"Dominion over the world!" declared Bowser and Ganondorf in unison.

"Bananas!" cried Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong in joy.

The Wii Fit Trainers smiled at the positive response. "All right. I think we can trust you enough to form teams on your own. Find people you can work—" Her words were cut off as the Smashers scrambled to form teams, trampling each other in the process.

The Mario Bros. sought each other out immediately, and teamed up with Yoshi and Peach. Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong made similar moves, choosing to join Charizard and Lucario. Captain Falcon attempted to pair up with Samus, but was greeted by an arm cannon pointed at his face, ready to fire. He disappointedly joined Marth, Ike and Link.

"All right, now this is a winning team!" declared Bowser jovially. He hoisted his son on his shoulders, standing proudly next to Ganondorf and Mewtwo. He scanned the band of Smashers for more potential teammates. "Hmmmm… say, Ganondorf, who do you think would make a good partner?"

The Gerudo King got up from the boulder he sat on. He began to look amongst the crowd. "I would suggest Meta Knight, but we both know how he ended up…" As he spoke, a short, stubby man in a biker's outfit walked up behind him. "Hey! Big-nose! I'm-a talking to you!" Ganondorf looked down at the squat man, a mixture of annoyance and disgust on his face. Wario paid no mind to the look on his face, and went on. "I heard you could-a use another teammate. Luckily, I, the great Wario, am willing to let you losers join me on my quest for these items. In fact, once I win, I might let you share some of the treasure. So, whaddya say?" He extended a hand in alliance.

Ganondorf looked repulsed, not just at Wario's grubby hand, but also at the prospect of having to be on the same team as him. He was suddenly reminded of Wario's indifference towards his objectives during their time working under Tabuu. Ganondorf opened his mouth to reject the offer, but Bowser cut in with a "Sure, why not."

Ganondorf was taken aback. "Are you quite sure," he asked quietly, "that letting someone of his ilk join us is a good idea?" Bowser waved away his question. "Eh, it'll be fine. He'll do anything you want him to for a couple jewels. He's like a dog like that. A big, ugly dog." Ganondorf silently accepted his answer, making a mental note to keep a close watch on Wario in case he should attempt anything dodgy.

On the other end of the field, two white-haired figures, one man and one woman, were standing over a map of the grounds, along with Princess Zelda, a blue robot, and a short boxer. They were discussing possible strategies on finding the items, making sure they didn't lose their way, and what to do in the event of confrontation.

"With a team like this, we've covered all our weaknesses," said the white-haired man, named Robin. "Just in case, we're going to go over our roles again."

"All right," said Little Mac, the boxer ranked number one in the WVBA. "'Cause I've got some questions about mine."

"For starters," said the white-haired woman, who was also Robin from a different world, "I and my other self will be the brains and co-leaders of the operation. We will make the plans and strategies for hunting."

"Mega Man," said the male Robin, gesturing to the blue robot on his left, "will be the tools expert. With his adaptability and wide range of weapons, Mega Man is useful when dealing with obstacles. Next is Zelda. Zelda's telepathic abilities will allow us to tell if anyone else is nearby and what they are thinking. And lastly, comes…Little Mac." His tone of voice as Robin said his name was very anti-climactic, almost sounding disappointed. He continued. "Little Mac will serve as the muscle of the group. Should we find ourselves confronted with people looking for a fight," (Little Mac muttered Bowser's name under pretense of a cough) "Little Mac can simply punch them out, as it were…provided he stays on the ground, of course."

Here, Little Mac spoke up. "See, now, that's my issue. Just because I don't do so good in the air, doesn't mean it's my one defining character trait!" He produced a notebook from his pocket. "I've been looking through these strategic notes of yours. 'In case an item is found at a high elevation, Little Mac must not jump for it.' Or what about this one? 'Little Mac is not allowed to climb cliffs, no matter how much he asks. He must be carried.' I'm not a baby, you know!" The female Robin sighed and placed a hand on the boxer's shoulder. "Little Mac, it's honestly not a personal attack against you. It really isn't. My other self and I have simply analyzed your performance in your matches and determined that you tend to falter the moment someone launches you into the air. We're just looking out for you so you don't get hurt." Mega Man, who had been quiet up until that point, agreed with her, saying, "If you do end up lost and confused in the air, I could carry you. I promise, I'm gentle." Little Mac started to protest that he could do perfectly fine in the air, when he was interrupted by Pit, who was dragging another black-clad angel with him.

"Excuse me, guys, Pittoo needs your help," started Pit. The other angel, imaginatively named Dark Pit, muttered, "I told you to knock that off…" Pit ignored him and went on, "You see, Dark Pit is sad because no one wants him on their team." ("I'm not sad!" objected Dark Pit.) "I was hoping you guys might welcome him within open arms…" Pit put on his best pleading face.

Pit had genuinely expected the Robins' team to welcome his doppelgänger with open arms, or at least apologize and redirect him to another team, as the other teams had. What he hadn't expected was the female Robin snorting derisively, the male Robin stammering excuses, Zelda and Mega Man recoiling in unison and Little Mac to exclaim, "Please, mercy, no!" The white-clad angel was astonished, to say the least. "Why? What's wrong with Dark Pit?" Several things, thought female Robin.

Considering no one else was willing to tell the angels exactly why they refused Dark Pit, Little Mac stepped forward. He looked straight into Dark Pit's eyes and said, "Please, you have to understand, we would take anyone else before you. Literally, anyone else." Dark Pit was livid. As if on cue, a nonchalant-looking dog with a duck perched on its back trotted by. Little Mac seized the opportunity. He pointed to the dog and duck. "Like those guys! They're on our team now." Even the dog seemed surprised when Little Mac stooped down to pick the two animals up. Both angels were stunned. Pit asked, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have Pittoo? Tell you what, I'll throw in an extra. You get Dark Pit, plus you get me as an added bonus! Any takers?" he asked hopefully.

Zelda stepped forward. "Listen, Pit, maybe you should try someone else? Like Palutena? Or how about Lucina? Or anyone else?" Pit started to say that Lucina had already rejected him, and in fact, she had directed him to Zelda's group, when Palutena walked past them. Following her were Rosalina, the mother of the cosmos, and Fox. "See, look, there she is now! Go ask her now." And with that, Zelda shoved the two angels in the direction of the goddess. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank Nayru. Anyone but Dark Pit." She looked back at her group. Little Mac had accepted the dog and duck, and was now petting them with his boxing gloves still on. Zelda stared at them. She looked at the Robins, who scrutinized the animals as though they were criminals. "No, Mac," said the female Robin at last. "We're not taking the dog."

"Aw, come on!" Little Mac stood up. "These guys would make great teammates. And look, they already have a role!" He stooped down to pick up the dog, much to the duck's annoyance. "Check it out. Perfect mascot material."

The male Robin stared at the dog. It stared back with a smug expression. He ground his teeth. "…Fine. Whatever. We can keep them." He looked again at the dog and duck.

Little Mac addressed the two animals. "You hear that, guys? You're on our team now!" He held up his gloved fist for a fist bump. The dog refused to oblige, only snickering at him in response.

At that moment, the female Wii Fit Trainer addressed the mass of Smashers. "Okay, everyone, have you all formed your teams?" The crowd indicated that they were all set to go. Both Wii Fit Trainers smiled in response. "All right then, on your marks!" The Smashers all prepared themselves.

"Get set, and…go!" The Smashers took off in various directions, spreading out through the grounds.

Author's Notes: Yessiree, we got a multiparter here! What will happen on the scavenger hunt? Will the items be found? Can Luigi go without being humiliated? Thank you for reading, and find out next time in Super Smash World!