"...and so, the alien sucked out part of Marth's soul, and put it into the telecaporpacinatorthingy that I just told you about, and it made an evil, stupider version of Marth." Captain Falcon finished. Everyone else groaned.

"So, was I right?" Falcon grinned.

"Maybe if the alien's name was Roy," Ike laughed dryly.

"Roy..." Marth growled, his face turning red with anger. "He...that... I... argh!"

"Oh my Falcon!" Falcon gasped. "Roy's an alien?"

"So... are you saying that you're completely innocent?" Marth ignored Falcon and glared at Pichu and Ike.

"Not entirely," Ike sighed. "He basically blackmailed me into doing it by breaking my back."

Marth winced, then looked at Pichu questioningly.

"I just had nothing else to do," the tiny electric mouse shrugged.

"Hey, Falcon idea!" Falcon snapped his fingers. "Ike needs a chiropractor, right?"

"So?" Ike said nervously.

"Stand back," Falcon grinned. "There's nothing a good old-fashioned Falcon Punch can't fix!"

"Wait, no- Auuugh!"

"Roy."

Roy, who had been basking in how marvelously his plan had worked, turned around to see... nobody?

"I was right in front of you, idiot," the voice hissed.

Roy looked back in front of him to see Lucario.

"What do you want?" Roy glared.

"Firstly, what are you doing here? Master Hand banned you from here all the way back at the end of the Melee Tournaments. Secondly, do you happen to be responsible for what has just transpired?"

"Pfft. I thought everyone already knew that I don't obey the rules. I mean, do you know how many times I've violated both of my restraining orders? And, if you must know, yes, I was responsible for 'what has just transpired''. And no, I will not tell you what happened."

Lucario rubbed his forehead before replying. "Then I would suppose that we have no choice. We must get to the bottom of this mystery."

"What do you mean, we?" Roy asked. Suddenly, Greninja popped up from behind him and stuffed him into a sack. Then, the ninja frog vanished in a puff of smoke. Almond-scented smoke, to be precise.

Lucario groaned and put his face in his paws, hoping to soothe his now throbbing headache. Probing Roy's mind would be difficult. That boy had a mind that was almost like a labyrinth.

He was going to need some aspirin.

Me: ...and that makes chapter 4!

Remy the Reuniclus: Huzzah.

Me: ...Well, now what do we do?

Remy: Um... read and review?

Me: Okay... hey, you already said it!

Remy: Oops?