So, how was last time for an ending? I know, random and weird. But THAT'S WHAT THIS FAN-FIC IS ALL ABOUT.

(The Dining Room, 2 Seconds after last chapter ended...)

"Of course-a, Mario wouldn't-a come down here with me, so I-a came down here, sucked up the snake, and hera we are-a." Luigi finished.

"That's... highly explanatory." Link responded.

"...You're-a hiding something, aren't you?" Luigi said, skeptism now showing on his face.

"No! Who'd be hiding something? Not me!" Link shouted.

"You're-a definitely hiding something..." Luigi said again.

"SOMEONE IS DEFINITELY NOT IN MY BACK POCKET."

"Okay-a, take who ever's hiding in your-a back pocket out." Luigi said, folding his arms.

Link sighed. "All right, you got me." He said, reaching a hand into his back pocket. Slowly he pulled out a head, then a body, then legs.

"Wha- hey! I was just about to put the boss key in the door!" The new person shouted. "I wanted to know what boss could possibly be in a Hero of Twilight's back pocket!"

"ACK!" Luigi shouted quickly jumping back. "Who are you-a?!" He asked, calm suspicion replaced with panic.

"Woah! Luigi?" Gray exclaimed, all thoughts of a potential dungeon boss in a video game character's back pocket gone from his mind, and ran over and grabbed Luigi's hand, which he then promptly shook. "It's a huge honor!"

"Uh... thank you?" Luigi said.

"Look, Gray, we can save the introductions and fanboy-ing for later. Now help me fix the table." Link said, picking up the remains of the table. "And Luigi?"

"Yes?"

"Figure out what to do with good ol' gold scales in your Poltergust. "

Luigi saluted before dashing out of the dining room.

"So..." Gray said, picking up the larger chunks of the table with Link. "How are we gonna put this back together and why?"

"We don't want everyone panicking because a golden snake wrecked the dining room, to answer why, and to answer how..." Link said, putting all of the pieces of the table in the center. He walked out of the room and came back a few minutes later with bags labeled 'Flour'. "...Since we don't have any glue in the whole mansion for Hylia knows why, we're gonna make some."

"Wait, glue? We're using glue?" Gray asked, skeptical.

"Not just any glue..." Link said opening the bags. "Glue made with magic water summoned by a 12 year old -"

"I turned thirteen a week or so ago!"

" - water-based mage!"

"Well, first of all..." Gray began, "I'm pretty sure I can't just summon it at will. Both times I've manipulated water it's been there already. And why can't we use the faucet over there?" Gray pointed at a sink mounted on the opposite wall.

"Oh. Yeah, that makes a bit more sense."

(- One Glued Table Later... -)

Link rubbed the sweat off of his forehead. "Do you think they'll notice?"

Of course the table looked terrible. There were cracks all over it dripping with glue - any pressure put on it would probably break it.

"That's it. We're bucked." Gray said, sitting in one of the chairs that hadn't been broken.

"...Bucked?" Link asked.

"It's... it's a Brony thing." Gray stammered, realizing what he said.

"Nah, man, it's fine. There's a Brony or two here." Link assured him.

"If this wasn't a filler conversation, I'd ask who." Gray responded.

"We have a no-ask, no-tell policy when it comes to Bronies." Link explained.

"What the in the world happened here?!"

Gray and Link turned to see a tattered Master hand floating in front of the doorway.

"Oh, buck." Gray whispered. "Uh... Master Hand! You're back...?"

"To find a destroyed table!" MH exclaimed. "I expected you and your brothers to have more self-restraint with any ability you would gain, but clearly I was wrong!"

Now, Gray hated being blamed for something he didn't do. It literally made him want to stab somebody. And now he could actually do that. It was taking him all of his will power not to run his sword through the white glove.

"FYI..." Gray growled through clenched teeth, "We didn't do this."

"...Oh, Really? Then give me one explanation of what happened." Master Hand challenged.

"A golden snake wrecked it the table." Gray said, shrinking as he realized how much that sounded like bull.

"Likely story. Both of you, to your rooms!" MH commanded, turning and pointing to the stairs outside the dining room.

Sighing, Link and Gray walked out the doors and up the stairs, heads hung low.

"I expected more of you, Gray, and even more from you, Link."

We get the idea... Gray thought angrily.

"And an extra hour for you, Gray." Master Hand added.

"Wha-"

"Telepathy, Gray. Keep walking." Link whispered.

Gray sighed. His second morning in the mansion, and he had already made a huge mistake. Clearly, he was in for a rough time.

And it would be rough for quite some time.

AND CUT!

Sorry for the long time it took to add a new chapter. Youtube has again taken over my computer time.

Gray: "You know that you were just being lazy."

*Fuming* Let's see here... Gray then slapped himself in the face.

Thwap!

Gray: "W-What the buck was that for?!"

How many times have I told you NOT TO TELL THEM THAT?! I had to rewrite this chapter five times! And yet you still told them!

Gray: "Well.. the only person who can tell you about your mistakes so you believe it 100% is you..."

Grr... we continue this later! See you next time in...

Together: The Smash Mansion!