Many miles away, Ike and Pichu were still cowering against a wall. Ike began to wish that he had taken Ragnell with him before he had been kidnapped.

"Goodbye, world," he muttered, staring up towards the ceiling. "I hope I can go somewhere where Mr. Crazy Marth can't follow me."

"Ike, no! Pichu screamed. "You can't give up now! Think of all the cookies you could eat!"

The mention of cookies did the trick. Ike's face became serious.

"I fight for my cookies!" Ike screamed, and blindly swung at Marth's face.

There was silence for a moment, and Ike finally opened his eyes to see Marth slumped up against the opposite wall.

"Wow, clearly I underestimated the power of cookies," Pichu grinned. Ike, on the other hand, was horrified.

"Marth!" he shrieked, running over to him, "I killed you! I should never have overestimated my own strength!"

"I'm still alive," Marth groaned. "And you weren't the one to punch me. It was-"

"Falcoooon... Interruption!" Captain Falcon yelled from the door. "It was me!"

"Falcon?" Ike gasped. "How did you find us?"

"Simple," the racer chuckled. "My Falcon Sense was tingling."

"Gross," Pichu made a face.

"Please, elaborate," Marth sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Well, it started when you started hitting on Peach-" Falcon began, clearly not catching on.

"Wait, what?" Marth spluttered.

"I know, and you were terrible at it, too. A bit of Falcon advice here- chicks dig men who don't turn horses into surfboards."

"But.. but that wasn't me!" Marth waved his arms around dramatically. "Why would I be romancing another woman? I have a wife!"

"I thought kings were... er, nevermind," Pichu sighed. Marth then turned towards Ike.

"You. Explain. Now." He glowered.

"I'd be happy to," Falcon began, completely missing the point again. He then pulled a conveniently large blackboard out of his underarm (A trick he learned from Villager) and proceeded to state one of his many crackpot theories.

"Arceus, no," Pichu groaned as he slumped against the floor.

"Hey, you!"

Mr. Fuzzybutt turned around to see Mario glaring at him.

"Hey, it's..." Mr. Fuzzybutt searched his memory for who this person could be. At, he hit something.

"Wario!"

The crowd laughed as Mario turned as red as his spicy tomato sauce (or as someone eating the sauce). Mario then punched him in the face.

"That's not my name!" he shouted. "Try again!"

"Okay, you're... Donkey Kong!"

Punch!

"Diddy Kong?"

Whap!

"King Dedede?"

Crunch!

"I feel very insulted," King Dedede sniffed. Meta Knight rolled his eyes.

"All right, that's it," Mario fumed. "We duel at high noon tomorrow!"

"Okey dokey," Mr. Fuzzybutt nodded stupidly.

Me: And we end with a potential duel!

Remy the Reuniclus: At high noon, too.

Me: Right! But wait, if there's a high noon , then what is low noon?

Remy: … Just. Stop.

Me: Okay. Well then, read and review!