A/N: *drops down onto knees, looks up, and claps hands together. Forgive me for not updating over the weekend! My family WOULD NOT leave me alone! But I'm still alive! Anyway...

This is a story request from Paku159, who sent me this idea with specific details and the ending and...you'll see !;)

Chapter Ten: Fit for a Babysitter

Master Hand was bored. This seemed surreal, considering Master Hand was never bored (being occupied with wrestling with all the extraneous circumstances the Smashers create for him), but it seemed all the Smashers had retired to their rooms at the late hour last night after the dance, probably exhausted from parading around wearing high heels and stiff suits.

And that Falcon Punch…Master Hand shook his head(?) and reminded himself that he was trying to block that out of his memory and that everything was fine and peachy.

Master Hand tapped his fingers on the desk. What to do…what to do…the hand thought. Even Crazy Hand was off resting somewhere, though that seemed unlikely since Crazy was never still and never needed "rest."

AT THE CARNIVAL

"WHEEEE! I LOVE HORSIES!" Crazy screeched, hogging the entire carousel while toddlers and gaping parents stared warily at the crazy hand (heh, see what I did there?).

BACK AT THE MANSION

Master Hand sighed and with nothing else to do, flicked a crumpled-up ball of paper across his desk, knocking three empty plastic bottles (who knows what he was drinking) down onto the floor. Then the idea sparked. Master Hand floated excitedly to the intercom.

"A trip to the bowling alley?!" The Smashers cheered deafeningly, nearly sending Master Hand crashing into the wall behind him.

"Well, yes, except there is a problem—" he started.

"Awesome! LET'S GO NOW!"

"Wait!" Master Hand jetted over to the door and blocked it, stopping the charging Smashers. Catching his breath, he was about to say what the "problem" is, but noticed Ganondorf still standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed and glaring.

"Is there a problem, Ganondorf?" he asked.

The rest of the Smashers turned to the Gerudo. Ganondorf scowled even deeper and stated simply, "I hate bowling. It's boring and bland—" The Gerudo snorted. "—and frankly, I'm a bit too strong for any of these bowling balls. They're just like tennis balls to me."

Link rolled his eyes while the Smashers muttered to each other in perplexity. However, Master Hand didn't oppose it a bit.

"Oh, that's totally acceptable, Ganondorf, you can just…uh…protect the mansion!" The hand mentally celebrated because then he wouldn't need to pay any more tickets and bowling shoes than he needed to.

Ganondorf smirked. "My pleasure, though I can't guarantee this mansion will be completely safe."

Master Hand decided to ignore that statement. "And there is another problem," he announced loudly to catch the Smashers' attentions. He pointed to Toon, Ness, Lucas, Nana, Popo, and Diddy.

"The kids can't go," he said plainly. Immediately, baby cries erupted, Toon and Ness crumpled to the floor, shouting out insults and complaints at the hand, Nana and Popo hugged each other exchanging, "This is the end, Popo!" and "It'll be okay, sis." and Lucas and Diddy promptly started to bawl their eyes out.

Master Hand plowed on, trying to ignore the cries, and said, "It's for the best and for your safety. You could get hurt there."

The hand then remembered the Gerudo who was still situated in his initial spot, staring distastefully at the sobbing children. Putting two and two together, he announced, "Ganondorf will babysit you."

The little Smashers' cries immediately halted and all their heads whipped to the standing Gerudo, whose expression changed to one of bewilderment.

"WHAT?" they exclaimed in unison to Master Hand.

Ganondorf suddenly spoke up. "On second thought, I think I'd like—"

"Nope, nope. It's settled then!" the hand interrupted. "Ganon will watch over the kids and the mansion while we're gone."

Master Hand abruptly started to shove the other confused Smashers by the door with the back of his hand outside, quickly slamming the door behind him.

The little Smashers stared at the closed door for a brief, longing moment, and then slowly turned to face Ganondorf. He wasn't there.

Ganondorf leaned on his bedroom door, in his room and thought dismally to himself, I'll just stay in my room and keep out as much as possible from those annoying brats' activities. He smirked slightly at that decision. Yes…that's what he'll do. The kids can't be that stupid for him to watch their every move, right?

Well, of course, the jinx god would've come right at this moment for comic relief, so before Ganondorf could settle into the privacy of his room, he heard the shocked screams of the children from downstairs, and then a loud crash.

"Ah fuck, dammit," the Gerudo muttered unpleasantly. He decided to promptly ignore them for the time being, but reconsidered when he heard more screams and yells, and then an upcoming, "GAAAANNNOOOONNN!" that got louder and louder. Footsteps were heard, and Ganondorf sprang up and rammed into his room door just as four pairs of toddler hands pushed on the opposing side.

"Hey, Ganon!" the muffled voices outside the doors said, pushing with all their strength against the door, but it was no use for the muscled Gerudo.

Ganondorf smirked. "Weaklings," he muttered to himself.

"Hey, Ganon! We need help!" came a voice that sounded like Popo.

"Yea! Lucas accidentally scraped himself with the skillet!" continued Nana.

Ganon remained pressed against the door. He thought for a moment. For all he knew, the little Smashers could be tricking him to crawl out of his room, but that crash sounded genuine and awfully…painful, he had to admit.

A brief picture of a hurt and crying Lucas appeared in the Gerudo's brain, and the littlest amount of empathy of Ganon had him opening the door a crack.Besides, he thought, the others would probably kill me if I ignore these brats…not that they could kill me.

"What," he directed to the little Smashers. He noticed they weren't lying with the Ice Climbers' faces of worry and Toon, Ness, and Diddy's faces stricken with concern. He briefly caught some sobs coming from downstairs.

"Well…um, we got a little, uh, hungry, so we decided to, ah, try to cook…?" stammered Nana.

Ganondorf scowled at them. "Why're you kids so dumb to try to cook when you know perfectly well that it's entirely possible for you to fry your own guts?"

The little Smashers gulped and seemed to shrink a little. Ganondorf crossed his arms and stomped downstairs muttering incoherent things under his breath (a few phrases the kids caught being "dumbasses" and "getting hurt on purpose").

Ganondorf was still mumbling to himself when he saw Lucas sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor with a face that showed pain-and-tears-but-didn't-want-to-show-pain-and-tears.

Then he heard Lucas stutter to the tailing kids behind the Gerudo, "I told you guys that you didn't have to bring Ganondorf—I'm not that hurt!"

Lucas attempted to stand up, and he discreetly tucked his left arm behind his back and tried to sidle past Ganon. He was almost past, but nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the Gerudo's rough grasp on his supposedly hurt arm. Yelping silently to himself, Lucas watched apprehensively as Ganondorf took in the nasty scratch on his forearm.

Then he turned to the nervously trembling boy and barked, "You think you can just sneak past with this ugly mark? Ha! You can if you want to die, but I don't think you should. I'd rather have that thing on Link instead of you." With that, Ganon half-dragged Lucas back into the kitchen and tore the cabinets open, throwing pill bottles and other medical drugs roughly out until he found the box of bandages.

"Pick one," he tersely ordered to the psychic boy.

Lucas looked over the numerous Band-Aid themes ranging from Smash Ball bandages to Mario themed. Ganondorf wasn't surprised Lucas chose the Earthbound bandages. He peeled off one and gingerly stuck it over the wound, and then gave Lucas a gentle shove.

"Get the hell out the kitchen and wait for food with the others," Ganondorf grouched. "I'll get revenge on this damn skillet for you."

Lucas nodded timidly and raced out to the other kids who had evacuated from the Gerudo…but before hearing a crash of a window breaking, and Ganon's voice resonating down the hall, "FILTHY THING CAN DIE FOR ALL I CARE!"

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, are you okay?" Ness questioned profusely.

"Was Ganon rough with you?" Nana asked anxiously.

"Did he hurt you even more?" Diddy asked.

"Did he just laugh in your face?" Popo inquired worriedly.

"Don't tell me he tortured you!" Toon exclaimed.

"Guys, guys! Stop," Lucas said, trying to calm his riled companions. "He was actually…um, surprisingly gentle," he told five other Smashers' mouths dropped to the floor.

"He was…soft on you?" Popo asked, astonished.

"Yea…," Lucas confirmed. He showed them his Earthbound bandage.

Suddenly, Ganondorf appeared at the doorway with a plate of pancakes. Then, he merely plopped it onto a nearby table and clomped off with two words: "It's hot."

"Hey, since we're bored, let's go play some video games!" Toon suggested excitedly, his stomach full and satisfied with pancakes.

"Sure!" exclaimed the other five. They scrambled to the game consoles.

"Okay, we need four players and a scorekeeper," Diddy said.

"I'll play!" chorused Ness, Lucas, Popo, and Toon.

Nana shook her head. "Fine. Scorekeeper for me, then."

Then they noticed something amiss. "Oh…sorry Diddy! Do you mind if you watch?" Popo asked apologetically.

"You can cheer us on!" Ness recommended.

Diddy shrugged and tried to look unconcerned. "No, it's okay. You guys have fun! I'll, uh, I'll go pick some bananas for Uncle while waiting for you guys," he said and scampered off.

When he looked back, they were already immersed in Mario Party 10, and he sighed before continuing to walk to the banana tree outside by Olimar's garden. Diddy knew this was pointless, because DK already told him bananas weren't ready to harvest until every two months, and it had only been one and a fourth months.

Diddy collapsed under the banana tree, its vivid green leaves providing great shade for the monkey. I'll just count blades of grass to pass the time, Diddy thought dejectedly.

He was on Blade #138 when he saw Ganondorf suddenly making his way over to him with what looked like a box under his arm. What's he doing here? I thought he would wanna be holed up in his room all day, Diddy thought nervously.

He pretended to appear nonchalant when a chess board and chess pieces tumbled down in front of him on the grass. The monkey looked up, alarmed, at the glowering Gerudo.

"You looked way too pitiful out here," Ganondorf sneered. "Not to mention bored. Interested in learning how to play chess?"

It seemed more of an order than a question. But Diddy nevertheless nodded wordlessly. Was Ganon…playing with him?

Ganondorf swiftly set the game board up and started to explain. "Protect your King while surrounding the other King..," he told the still-stunned monkey.

An hour later, Diddy found himself hooting with triumph, for he had won the game, and Ganon stared, assumingly shocked that he had lost, his King surrounded by a Knight, a Bishop, and a puny Pawn.

"Congrats, monkey," Ganon said plainly and stalked into the mansion, leaving Diddy looking curiously behind him.

"GAMES AWAY!"

Shocked, the little Smashers obeyed immediately and disconnected the Wii U and turned off the TV. They obediently faced the Gerudo as Diddy joined them.

"What'd you do?" Popo asked quietly.

"Chess with Ganon," Diddy answered. His friends exchanged confused looks.

"It's time to clear your fried brain from all those electronics and get some education punched into your thick skulls," Ganondorf announced gruffly, catching their attentions. "You midgets need to become cleverer—the kitchen incident was a good example."

He pulled out workbooks out of nowhere and handed the stiff kids one. "No cheating," Ganon growled threateningly. "I hate cheaters." (Ganon thought briefly of an example—Link came to mind first.)

The little Smashers gulped and nodded tensely. They settled in their respective seats around the study table.

Nana was horribly stuck on one problem. What the heck is an "exponent?" she thought panicking. She turned to Popo and softly whispered, "Do you know—"

"CHEATER!" Ganon screeched. He came stamping over to them.

"Eeek!" Nana yelped and cowered into her seat. He scooped up her workbook and dragged her chair with the Ice Climber still on it, over to a separate desk, the other five kids staring despairingly after her.

Nana squeezed her eyes shut and expected the worst…except it never came. She cracked open an eye and looked up.

Ganondorf was staring down at her with his arms crossed and said, "Why're you shutting your eyes like that? Sometimes I think you expect me to hit you or something. Anyway, what do you need help with."

"Uh…exponents?" Nana squeaked.

"Exponents are the little numbers on the top right corner of a number that tells you how many times to multiply that number with itself," Ganondorf informed flatly.

"K-'kay," Nana sputtered.

She worked through the page with Ganon peering over her, tentatively asking questions to the Gerudo when she was stuck. However, the more Nana worked through the page, Ganon was surprisingly patient, and she found herself becoming less intimidated with him.

"So square roots are the perfect pair of the same numbers that multiply to that product?" Nana asked Ganon unflinchingly with a knowing smile on her face—she was totally getting this stupid math now!

"Yea," came the abrupt answer.

At the other table, Ness, Lucas, Popo, Toon, and Diddy stared, gawking at Nana talking to the scowling Gerudo like he was her father or something.

After a cheerful, "Thanks!" Nana was skipping back to their table with a smile on her face. "Ganon's a good teacher!" she said merrily.

"Uh…huh…," the five blubbered, still bewildered. They turned to Ganondorf who was suddenly making his way over.

"Books away!" he ordered. "Hurry up and do your chores."

Ganondorf plodded down the hall to his room. I'll finally settle with my peace and quiet, he thought, though there was one thought tickling the back of his mind: Hmmm, should I go check if they're doing their chores right?

Ganondorf shook his head. What am I, a dad now? He thought defiantly. Let them deal with it their selves.

He was almost to his room when he felt a soft tug on his billowing cape. He turned around to face Toon with a pleading face, holding glass cleaner and a cloth.

"Um…Ganon? Can you help me reach the top of the windows?"

Ganon scowled, and Toon retaliated with a "Nevermind! I can do it!" The little Smasher quickly turned around and sprinted out of sight.

Ganondorf sighed defeat and followed Toon to the windows. Somehow that image of those stout little arms reaching vainly up seemed mildly pathetic to the Gerudo…and maybe a little sympathetic.

"Oh! Uh, hi Ganon," Toon meekly muttered.

The Gerudo mutely stepped up and snatched the mirror cleaner away. He sprayed the very top of the window and reached up with his long arm.

After a brief silence, Ganon suddenly spoke. "I hate Link, not you."

Toon looked up, startled. "Huh?"

"Toon Link. You're just a younger version of that brat but I don't hate you. Maybe Toon Ganon or whoever hates you but not me."

Toon smiled at the Gerudo. "Um…thanks," he said coyly.

Ganondorf returned the glass cleaner and soaked cloth to the young Smasher. Then he stalked away.

"Man, doesn't Ganon seem a little, I don't know…nicer?" Ness murmured to Popo. They were scrubbing the bathtub together.

"Yea…don't know if I should still trust him or anything," Popo answered.

They continued to scrub silently. It was getting a little awkward, and Ness decided to burst the bubble.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked.

"Last time I checked, it was two thirty-four, twenty minutes ago," Popo replied.

It ended there.

"What's the square root of sixty-four?" Okay, maybe not.

"Are you dumb?"

"Eight."

"Duh."

More silence.

"Hey, Popo? Promise me you won't laugh."

"Sure."

"There's a chicken in the distance."

Popo laughed.

Ness was scouring around the drain when he noticed something weird. "Um, Popo what is that—OHMYGOOOD!"

Ness and Popo sprang back as a menacing-looking Primid crawled out of the shower drain."It's a shower Primid!" shrieked Popo.

It was heaving itself out from the drain and covering the distance between them. Ness flung the mop at it, but it still advanced at an alarming rate.

"AAAAAHH!" the two shrieked together, pressing back as far as they could, hugging each other.

Ganon's head poked in. "Will you two shut—" He spotted the Primid. "Step back," he commanded.

Ness and Popo ducked out the door. Ganon stepped across from the Primid. "HAH," he shouted, releasing his Warlock Punch.

The Primid hardly stood a chance. It was rocketed through seven layers of wall and out into the sky, probably to outer space or something.

Ganondorf turned around, and Popo and Ness were there, peeking into the bathroom with their jaws wide open.

"WOOO! Last strike goes to MEH!" sang Sonic. The ten pins were knocked mercilessly down by the specifically-chosen blue bowling ball.

The Smashers cheered for him.

"All right. Our time is up!" Master Hand announced. The Smashers briefly emitted a disappointed moan before slipping off their bowling shoes and walking out the building.

"Ganondorf missed all the fun," Link chuckled to Zelda.

"His loss," she said. "At least he wasn't here to get between us."

"Yea…"

The two Hylians smiled shyly at each other. "Alright, alright, lovebirds, you're holding up traffic," Fox suddenly spoke, pushing the two from behind. They all boarded the bus.

The bus ride wasn't long. Before they knew it, the Smashers found their selves back in their front yard.

"I hope Ganon took good care of the kids," Zelda said worriedly.

"I hope so, too," Link replied, praying that the little Smashers were okay.

But their hopes were slackened when they heard Snake say, "Hey, isn't this from our mansion?" He held up a lopsided, bent skillet lying in the Smashers stared oddly at it.

"Oh my, I really hope they're okay," Zelda gulped.

"Hey, look at this!" came Kirby's voice. He was gesturing at the hole at the side of a wall, the shape of a…Primid.

"Primids?!" Falco exclaimed. The Smashers broke out in panicked whispers.

"Oh, no…was this place invaded?"

"Where are the kids?"

"This can't be!"

"What the hell happened?"

"HI GUYS! YOU'RE BACK!" the six recognizable voices caroled together.

The Smashers all rushed towards them, relieved, but skidded to a stop at the display in front of them: Ness, Lucas, and Toon were hugging Ganondorf's left leg, Diddy, Nana, and Popo were clinging onto his right leg, and the Gerudo himself was cradling a box of ice cream sandwiches. He proceeded to hand them out to each little Smasher.

The Smashers watched, frozen with disbelief;

"Thanks, Daddy!"

"You're the best, Daddy!"

"You're so kind, Daddy!"

"Thanks for helping me, Daddy!"

"Thanks for saving me, Daddy!"

"Bless you, Daddy!"

"DADDY?!" All the Smashers fainted on the yard.

A/N: Lolololololol XD. Yep, there you go Paku159! The little Smashers calls Ganon "daddy" now. _

There's still ZeLink, sippurp123!

The story also fits Elemental Angels and Demons004's idea for Smashers (or just one) looking over the little kids!

And so sorry for not updating over the weekend!

Updates come soon. ;)

-prowessMaster44