Little Mac had been doing press-ups and eating chicken soup in order to control his Giga Mac form.

'You're doing great, Mac.' encouraged Bowser. 'Let's have a friendly battle after this.'

'Sure thing, Bowser.' agreed Mac.

For several weeks, Little Mac worked tirelessly on controlling the form. He was desperate to teach King Dedede a lesson.

A few hours later, the two fighters attempted to bargain with Crazy Hand down in the basement of the Smash Castle.

'No, hehhehheh, no!' giggled Crazy Hand like a maniac.

'Please?' begged Little Mac.

'Hehehe, no, hehehe!' Crazy Hand jerked erratically.

'Come on, Kritanta.' Master Hand had entered the room. 'It's only for a bit of fun.'

'No! All, hehe, mine! I hate, hehe, being called Kritanta. You know that, Collin!'

'I'll play a board game with you.'

Crazy Hand loved board games.

'Oh, fine, hehe!'

And so, the battle between Giga Mac and Giga Bowser commenced.

Bowser slid on the ground and immediately used his down smash, freezing Giga Mac solid and launching him. Mac was in full control. He used his Straight Lunge, followed by his side smash, knocking Giga Bowser down to the ground.

'Great work.' said Bowser in a demonic voice.

Mac had a confident smile on his face as he used his up smash. However, the confidence in his face faltered as he began crying out in pain. It wasn't just because Giga Bowser used Flying Slam on him. He was losing control. Mac winced. He desperately tried to keep hold of his sanity; however, he failed. Mac had a face of sheer fury and madness, but also of pain and sadness. He bolted forward with a sharp, agonising movement and used Jolt Haymaker on Bowser.

'Stop!' Bowser cried. Master Hand forcibly depowered the two fighters, leaving Mac with a severe headache.

'Owww!' he complained.

'I thought you were going to black out!' panicked Bowser in a far cry from his usual self.

'We'd better refer you to Dr. Mario.' proclaimed Master Hand.

'Oh, no, I think my headache's getting better, thanks for the offer anyway though.'

'I can tell you're fibbing.' deadpanned the godlike white hand.

'Have you seen what that psychopathic madman has done to his patients?' countered Mac furiously. 'Last time I was in there I came out with a bruise on my face, Marth came out with a broken hand, and Duck Hunt, bless him, even though I hated him, came out with a swollen paw!'

'He's not a vet, he's a doctor.' snarked Master Hand.

'Yeah, well he's obviously not a proper doctor either. He just throws pills at people. He even fights in battle! What doctor would do that?'

Regardless, Little Mac was in the clinic, begrudgingly waiting for his 'treatment.'

'I'll get the aspirin.' started Dr. Luigi, but his brother stopped him.

'I'm a doctor! I know what's best! Pill-throwing!'

'That bruised him last time.' mentioned Luigi.

Dr. Mario stuck his fingers in his ears and said,

'Yeah, yeah, yadda, yadda, I'm not listening!'

Several minutes later Mario shouted unnecessarily,

'I'm a doctor!'

'You've established that already!' bellowed Dr. Bowser.

'I am. I ordered my PhD off the Internet!'

'Then you're not a proper doctor, are you?' Bowser crowed smugly.

Robin peeked her head through the door, worked some magic, and healed everyone in the room.

'Told you my strategy worked!' yelled Mario.

Luigi had only a facepalm in response.

Meanwhile, Wolf O'Donnell was training Sirius in the art of smashing.

'Are you Sirius about this or not?' he asked exasperatedly.

Shadow the Hedgehog came in and said,

'Lame pun, O'Donnell.'

Then he left.

'That was random.' Wolf muttered.

Sirius was lifting weights and doing press-ups as Wolf acted like a stereotypical drill sergeant.

'Come on, Major!' he shouted jokingly.

Then, Wolf turned on his TV and started watching Star Wars: Episode 2. Sirius stopped lifting weights and came over to the sofa to watch. But rather than push him away, Wolf regrettably felt some paternal instinct and said,

'You like this too, huh?'

The two were halfway through the film when Falco flew past Wolf's window in a deafeningly loud Arwing.

'Come back here and fight me like a man, you rogue!' bellowed Wolf.

Sirius trembled in frightened fear. Falco had annoyed him; that was one thing. But Falco scaring Rosalina's child? That was not on. Wolf's eyes flashed a hungry crimson, his mind full of bloodlust and revenge.

He ran on all fours, with Sirius behind him, and snarled, before making a leap of faith. Falco's Arwing, however, was long gone, and Wolf began plummeting to the ground. He would surely die.

But it seemed that Sirius's training had paid off, as he flew down at a speed that rivalled Sonic and caught Wolf, gently bringing him back to his room.

'You…You saved my life.' stammered Wolf.

The Luma squealed in happiness. At this point, Rosalina came into the room.

'How's my boy been doing then?'

'Just fine.' mentioned Wolf casually.

'That's good. How's the training gone?'

'So good that he saved my life.' replied Wolf.

'Did he really?' asked Rosalina in awe, but her voice also had a twinge of worry for Wolf.

'Bye, little guy.' smiled Wolf, fist-bumping Sirius. The Luma giggled.

'That man,' started Rosalina. 'That man is working wonders with you, isn't he? Working wonders with your heart.'

Sirius made an undecipherable sound, but Rosalina seemed to understand him perfectly.

'He's certainly working wonders on my heart as well. I don't think I've been as happy as I have before until I met him. The only reason I haven't asked for a date is to reduce the pain for when I have to say goodbye. You get that feeling?'

The Luma nodded in assent.

'And, also, do you think he likes me? Or is he too cool for me? That's the other reason.'

Sirius chirped in his language.

'You certainly want him as a father figure, don't you? Well, I think I'll ask Peach and Zelda about this. They'll know what to do.'

Sirius certainly understood.

'Off we go then.' said Rosalina happily.