Chapter seven: Restock the Ammo

Young Link, Marth and Dr. Mario sprinted through the woods as fast as their legs would carry them. The Kokori in green lead the way, heading towards the Smash Mansion. He gripped the blue bottle in his fist.

"So, Link!" Marth called as he ran up beside him, "What are we gonna do now?"

"Well," he said, turning his head so Dr. Mario could hear him too, "First we're gonna go to the Mansion and restock on the Chibi Potion, and then we'll find some more playmates."

"Sounds-a-fun!" Dr. Mario exclaimed.

"Wait…" Marth said, slowing to a fast jog, "If you shrink the other guy back there who looks like you…what would happen?"

Young Link stopped all together, creating a cloud of dirt and rocks.

"That's a good question…" he said, tapping a finger to his chin, "I'll shrink him extra, then."

"Oh, okay." Marth nodded. Young Link nodded and took up running again.

After another minute or two, the little group arrived at the elegant doors of Smash Mansion. On the outside, it looked like a regular mansion. Like the kind that would belong to people with so much money they could buy Hawaii. But truly, it was far bigger than just that. In fact, the inside of the place was so big that a person who had enough money to buy the every tropical island on the face of the Earth, might live there. Though it only housed the Smashers and Master Hand and Crazy Hand.

Inside, whomever had built the mansion had included two Olympic sized swimming pools, a large screen movie theatre or two, hundreds of bathrooms, hundreds of bed rooms—some used, some not—and a place where Master Hand and Crazy Hand dwelled. Also known as Final Destination. How the builders had been able to fit a space-vacuum that enormous into one house was beyond any of the Smashers(and me), but none of them seemed to care.

Together Young Link, Marth and Dr. Mario heaved open one of the doors and darted inside.

"Echo!" Marth shouted at the top of his voice as they entered into the gigantic foyer room. His voice reverberated against the walls.

Echo…Echo…Echo…!

Marth smiled,

"I've always wanted to do that." He announced.

"Right…" Young Link nodded hesitantly, "C'mon, I have the rest of this stuff in my room." The young Hero of Time ran across the room to a neatly placed elevator in the corner. He punched the 'up' button and the doors slid open with a ding!

The three of them ran inside the little box, then watched the doors close. Young Link examined the array of buttons for a second before choosing one labeled 'Young Link's Room'. As soon as he did as such, a speaker separated itself from the mirrored wall of the elevator and spoke. The voice was metallic and the tone jumped around crazily, as it selected the words from its memory without consideration of how silly it sounded,

"You. Have. Selected. Young. Link's. Room." It said, "Please. Wait. Patiently. As. Other. People. May. Be. Trying. To. Use. The. Elevator. Please. Do. Not. Jump. In. The. Elevator. As. It. May. Get. Stuck. Thank You." As the speaker finished, annoying instrumental music came on and the elevator began to rise.

The traumatic ordeal of being stuck inside a little metal box with orchestral music playing was ended quickly, as Young Link's room was on one of the lower floors. Some of the unfortunate Smahsers were stuck in the elevator for many minutes. Especially when there were several people trying to get on at one time, from several different floors. It makes one wonder…WHY THE HECK DON'T THEY USE THE STUPID STAIRS?

But as I was saying, the doors slid back after a few moments, and the three of them scampered out and into the messy abode of the young Hero of Time. It was like any other little kid's room. His possessions thrown haphazardly across the floor and over the furniture. How any of the afore stated things didn't break, I do not know. Nor do I care. The room was spacious, though felt less such as there were piles of junk and dirty laundry piled in the corners, and under the bed. Not to mention the closet door, which looked about ready to explode off its hinges spilling who knows what onto the floor. You get the point. It's messy.

"Home sweet home." Young Link said happily, picking his way through the mess and over to the dresser in the corner. He paused a moment only to pluck his Ocarina out of a fish bowl, then hopped over a pile of Deku nuts and up to the dresser.

"I keep the Chibi Potion in here." He explained as Dr. Mario and Marth came up behind him, "This is where no one would ever go. The sock drawer."

The other two fought the urge to gag, as Young Link pulled out two more bottles of the blue powder—picking off dirty socks as he did as such—and handed them over.

"That's-a disgusting!" Dr. Mario protested, holding the bottle at arms length.

"I agree," Marth nodded, leaving his bottle momentarily only to return with rubber gloves, a gas mask and a test tube holder. Only with this did he pick the bottle back up. "No one wants to touch anything that's touched your socks."

"Oh well." The Kokori shrugged, "But now that we've got more of this stuff, we can activate Operation Chibi! All in favor say 'aye'!"

"Aye!" They all shouted at once, then darted back across the room, and out the door this time, disappearing from view around the corner.