Chapter 4: Argh, Another Filler!

Okay, people, this is what I have so far. Tell me if I'm missing anyone.

RED TEAM: Zelda, Ganondorf, Wolf, Mewtwo, Bowser, Pichu, Pit, Peach, Red, Luigi, Mario, Pikachu, Fox.

GREEN TEAM: Jigglypuff, Link, Falco, Fox, Marth, Roy, Young Link, Ness, Lucas, Samus, Wario, DK, Yoshi, Falcon.

BLUE TEAM: Sonic, Snake, Kirby, Ike, Popo, Nana, Lucario, Meta-Knight, ROB, Diddy, Olimar, GW, Dr. Mario.

NOT INCLUDING: Toon Link (don't like the little brat)

Yeah . . . If you have any more suggestions to teams, please PM or review! One week from today, I will write the next chapter. Okay, make it two weeks. :) I'm nice.

Roy was bored. Very bored. There was simply nothing to do with the tourney put on hold, the "game" on hold until Master Hand put the finishing touches on the virtual playing field, and the practice arena destroyed by a bad-tempered Bowser and crazy . . . Crazy Hand.

He sighed and threw a ball at the ceiling. Thump! He caught it and threw it again. Thump! Thump! Thunp! Marth, reading a book, glared up at him. "Quit it," he said angrily. "Do something your tiny brain can handle that will get you out of my hair. Go play with your lighter!"

"Master Hand threw it away," sulked the redhead. "He said if I ever set another cushion on fire, he'll throw me into the next century."

Marth sighed. "Fine. Go on the Internet or something. Just . . . stop being annoying."

Roy raised one eyebrow. "Is that actually possible?"

Marth thought about it. "Probably not," he admitted at last. "Now be quiet, I'm getting to the good part." He resumed reading his book.

Roy amused himself by making faces at Marth, until the bluehead chucked a pillow at him. The pyro then turned to his computer and went online to his favorite website, "Smasher Chat," a private chatroom for the smashers only.

--PyroFreak123 has logged in—

--SpaceGirl has logged in--

PyroFreak123: 'Sup?
SpaceGirl: Not much.

PyroFreak123: . . . Wanna videotape a random person in the Mansion?
SpaceGirl: Sure, what else is there to do?

PyroFreak123: Let's just walk around and find somebody to follow!
SpaceGirl: Sure. My new identity will "Psycho-stalker chick." Fantastic.

PyroFreak123: TY Samus!

Roy grinned to himself and grabbed his camera from the desk. "I love this," he said evilly. Marth raised one eyebrow (How do they do it?!).

"What . . .?" and then he sighed. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

Meanwhile:

Wolf whistled to himself as he hoisted a cage up farther on his hip. Red gave him a strange look. "Off to the pet store, Wolf?" he inquired.

Wolf nodded. "I'm going to buy a couple Water Pokémon, get my phone back. Your Squirtle's next to worthless."

"Well he's never seen an iPhone before!" said Red angrily. "Why don't you get a new one or something?"

"I want my old one!" screamed Wolf, stamping his foot like a whiny kid throwing a tempter tantrum. "Why don't you give everyone back their stuff?"

Red thought on that. "Good idea," he said at last. "Here." He handed Wolf the Squirtle Poké Ball and went over to a conveniently placed PC to retrieve his other Water Pokémon. "Just don't hurt them. Gyrados will bite your head off."

Wolf scowled. "Lovely. At least I won't need the cage."

He threw it over his shoulder, clipping Pit on the wing. Pit, turning with a yell, spotted the wolf and the boy standing together. "Watch it, Wolfie," he threatened, "or I'll make you into a living Light Arrow quiver." Wolf merely gave him a contemptuous look.

Red shoved five or six more Poké Balls in to Wolf's paws. "Now. Go!"

Wolf grinned evilly and ran to the backyard. He ignored the beautiful scenery, the majestic trees, and serene lakes. He focused on the poorly concealed pile of junk that marked the pool where his phone was (or so he hypothesized). "Now, FIND ME PHONE!" he screamed. He threw the balls into the air. A Gyrados, Squirtle, Mudkip, Lotad, Seel, Piplup, and Suicune all leaped from their little habitats out into the peaceful mini-world of the Smash Mansion's back yard.

"'Find me phone?'" questioned Mudkip. "What terrible grammar."

"I've been with this guy before. He's foul-mouthed and rather thick in the head," responded Squirtle."Lovely," muttered Suicune grimly.

"FIND THE DAMN THING!" With Pokémon groans the six Water creatures dove gracefully into the pool, ignoring Wolf's threats and vicious cussing.

"Is that a phone?" asked Mudkip, brushing against a phone half-buried in the mud. "I think it is. I'll ask the doggie." He shot out of the pool and offered it to Wolf.

Wolf grinned and looked it over. The phone was about the size of a brick, with a six-inch antenna. "This isn't my phone," he said in a dull voice. "It's not even an iPhone. This is a . . . I have no idea what this is." He tossed it away. "GET BACK IN THE POOL, FOOL!"

Meanwhile:

Bowser was in a bad temper. His cell phone mysteriously vanished, Peach "accidentally" whacked him with a golf club when he tried to steal a cookie, Master Hand wasn't letting the Koopa Kids to visit him in the Mansion, and his attempt to vent his anger by causing mischief backfired when Captain Falcon found the Motion Sensor Bomb in his closet and alerted the Wire-Frame team.

Sighing, he passed by Red, who carried a whole bunch of wet junk in his hands. "Hey Bowser, any of this yours?" he asked. Bowser stopped to stare. Red dumped the junk on the ground.

"Well . . ." with a groan, Bowser knelt to inspect the stuff. "This mine," he lifted up a broken picture of him and his kids. "And these," a spiky bracelet, a very old GameBoy, and a broken spike. "But my phone isn't here."

"What type is it?" asked Red.

"One of the first," replied Bowser. "It's called a brick."

Red sweat-dropped. "Um, what does it look like?"

Bowser scowled. "Like a brick, obviously!"

"Umm . . . I think I saw Wolf throwing one against a tree outside," said Red nervously, "but I don't know if it's yours . . . ."

"The antenna will break!" exclaimed Bowser furiously. "I'll kill him!"

With that, he stomped off to recover his crappy, 10+-year-old phone from a maniacal Wolf O'Donnell. Red blinked and resumed returning items to their rightful owners.

With Wolf:

Rain had begun to fall softly on Wolf O'Donnell as he waited for the Pokémon to find his phone. That bricklike one refused to break, so he absently played with its antenna.

The slight drizzle became a downpour. Wolf used Peach's old, pink umbrella to keep most of the rain off his head, and played on Yoshi's miraculously intact GameBoy to pass the time.

Finally, Suicune resurfaced, bearing . . . Gods! His iPhone! Wolf leaped up, wrenched the impossibly wet phone out of her mouth, and embraced it. "Oh, oh, my precious little phone!" he enthusiastically petted Suicune and rubbed her belly. Like a dog, Suicune rolled over. "That's a good girl! Who's a good girl?!" All of the other Pokémon, demanding attention, leaped on him. He petted each one, even the slimy Lotad and Mudkip.

Just then, Red came back for another load of junk. "Found it, then?" he inquired. Wolf nodded.

"Treat these wonderful Pokémon to a nice treat," he replied. "I officially like your Suicune. She's a wonderful girl! She found my little phone!" he stroked her blue fur. "That's a good girl!"

Well, I figured if I didn't want to be sworn at any more, I'd best retrieve that cursed phone and stop messing around, Suicune confided to Lotad. The others sniggered.

Let's just hope it's all in one piece, or the Wolfie will kill us all, said Gyrados.

Gods forbid, muttered Squirtle.

Back with Roy and Samus:

"Hold on . . . yeah! Let's follow him!"

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Roy. Remember what happened when Link started following him around? Even though he hid in the shadows, he was still found out . . . ."

"Oh come on, he won't kill us. He didn't kill Link, did he?"

"No . . ."

"Well then, stop being a wuss." Roy, lifting the lightweight camera, focused on his target. "This is gonna be good . . ."

DK passed them, gave them an odd look, and turned down a vacant hall, muttering something about insanity in the young people these days. Roy was far from caring, however. He calmly waited for Ness to pass, tossed Samus a Cloaking Device, activated his own, and grinned in satisfaction.

Ganondorf stood alone in the hall, gazing at the rain through the window. Outside, a furious Wolf screamed and yelled at Red's Pokémon. But he wasn't really watching Wolf. He was thinking about many things, Link, Zelda, the Triforce, the Gerudo, especially . . . .

He blinked. Surely, that wasn't . . . no way. No. But . . . yes!

Samus tilted her head in surprise when the Gerudo suddenly muttered something and ran down the hall, cloak flapping around his body. Roy chased after him, wordless. Samus hesitated, but followed too.

Drawing the hood of his cloak up, Ganondorf hurriedly opened the doors and dashed outside. There was a small squeak, a tiny, cloaked figure hurtled out of the sheets of rain directly at him. Laughing, he dropped to the sodden ground.

A sudden commotion behind him drew his attention to the two people rapidly materializing behind his left shoulder. He scowled. "Roy . . . Samus . . ."

"Meep!" Roy tossed the camera to Samus, who tossed it back to Roy. "Umm . . ."

"Roy," said Ganondorf calmly. "Get rid of that camera, destroy the tape, and I won't cut you open from gut to chin. Got it?"

Roy nodded vehemently. Samus, however, was curious. "Who's that?" she inquired, pointing.

"GO!" They turned tail and ran like girls. Ganondorf turned his attention to the cloaked figure. "I was wondering if you'd come, Arina."

She grinned and removed the hood. "Of course, Father," she replied. "Where else would I be?"

Well, what do you think of THAT?!
Wolf: I love my phone!
Yeah yeah yeah, be quiet. Two weeks from today, I'll write the next chapter, with or without your suggestions. Thanks to all those who reviewed and fav.'d. You're all great! You deserve an iPhone! Nevertheless, unfortunately, I can't afford one for myself, let alone all of you guys/girls. Thanks though!
Ness: Review!
Mario: You think they'll actually listen to you?
Samus: Probably not. Moreover, why is my name SpaceGirl?!
People! SHUT UP AND END THE CHAPTER!
DK: But it's fun!
Master Hand: Yeah!
Okay, this pitiful attempt to increase word count is annoying. Good-bye!

P.S. Bricks are awesome phones. My uncle owns one (or used to, I haven't seen him in a few years, he lives pretty far away). It's still in fairly good condition. Hell if I know where he got it. Look it up on the Internet if you want to find out more about them. Anyway, yeah . . . Review and junk. And if the formating is off, FFN is being evil :)