Disclaimer: I do not own the Super Smash Bros. series, nor do I own any other characters/series/mentioning of real persons that may appear. The only things I own are the OCs and the plot, really...

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'Hmm...no voice mocking me in my head this time...no, wait, there's already other three voices who do that...' Kirby thought, feeling slightly puzzled by this. Then, he remembered about the massive hoard of murderous undead chasing after him, and he screamed like a little baby girl.

"Great! This is JUST GREAT! I wish I had my trusty box with me right now!" Solid Snake exclaimed.

"WHAT THE HELL IS A BOX GOING TO DO?!!" snapped Kirby in response.

"...We could hide under it," The expression that Snake wore on his face as he said this proved that he was dead serious. It frightened Kirby immensely.

"This not exactly the best time to be arguing, you guys!" Samuel pointed out as he fired several shots at the zombie mob, hoping to somehow slow them down. Unfortunately, it had no effect, as the zombies were already pretty damn slow themselves.

"Look, kid, if you can't appreciate the box to its full capacity, then I don't see any hope in your future..." Snake continued to berate the pink puffball.

"What?! Oh, come on, Mr. Snake, you don't...you don't really mean that!" Kirby put on his best 'sad-puppy-dog-eyes' look.

Snake looked away, obviously miffed. "Hmph..."

"CUT IT OUT, YOU TWO!!" Samuel bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Suddenly, Eugene came crashing down in front of the three Smashers, cutting off their only escape route, effectively trapping them with ease. "YOU THREE BASTARDS...AIN'T GETTING AWAY THAT EASILY!!" The giant rat snarled through its jagged, yellow teeth. King Kaevin let out a loud squawk.

Already shaking from head to toe, Samuel did his best to try and reason with the zombie king one more time. "Look...please don't kill us, Mr. King Kaevin of All Zombies, sir. I...we...uh, we promise we won't cause any more trouble! We swear!"

"I don't swear shit!" Snake swiftly interjected.

"QUIET, SNAKE! Listen...we just need to take care of a few things, and then...and then we'll be off! Okay? Please...I'm sure you can find the will to forgive us, somewhere deep down in your heart...?"

Kaevin did not even bother spending more than five seconds pondering over it. "NO. YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE."

"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

Snake slowly began to pull out his pistol from his side-pocket. His eyes remained glued to the cocky little avian. He was already formulating a rather convoluted plan in the back of his mind; he would only have one chance to shoot the bird, and if it dies, it might just distract the zombies long enough for them to escape. If he failed to kill it, then they were most certainly doomed.

However, the graveness of the situation was suddenly and unexpectedly shattered when Kirby let out a ridiculously loud sigh.

"WHAT?!" Kaevin cawed furiously.

"I was...hoping I wouldn't have to use this so soon...you know," Kirby was now speaking with a slight British accent.

"WHAT THE FUGGA ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!!"

"Well, my dear sweet birdy-boy, I have brought with me...a trump card, if you will. It has been kept safe and snug within the fourth sector of my stomach. I had been holding onto it long before we even came to this deranged world, and now...I can finally use it!"

"WELL?! WHAT IS IT?! I DEMAND YOU TELL ME RIGHT NOW!!"

"Very well! You asked to be placed into a sticky wicket...and now you shall be!" Kirby reached far into his mouth, and after digging around for a few seconds, pulled out a Smash Ball, the very same item that the Smashers had been trying to sell only a few chapters ago!

"...THE HELL IS THAT THING?!" Kaevin demanded to know, having never laid his eyes on such a spherical object before.

Smirking, Kirby punched the Smash Ball once, causing it to shatter. His body then became enveloped in an ethereal glow. "THIS IS...MY FINAL SMASH!!!" A chef's hat materialized itself atop Kirby's head, and then a gigantic golden pot filled to the brim with boiling hot water fell down from the sky beside him. Then, the pink puffball unsheathed a spatula and a frying pan...

...And kicked the pot over, causing the hot liquid to pour all over the zombies and Eugene.

"You're doing it wrong!" cried Samuel over all of the banter.

"GYAAAAAAAAH!!! IT...IT BUUUURNS!!!" Eugene screamed, flailing about wildly as his rotten skin melted away due to the heat. The other zombies were in similar states, and they were melting as well. Kirby laughed evilly as he watched the undead struggle to survive.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Eugene was about to pounce onto Kirby, most likely to rip him limb from limb, but he was blown away by several blasts from Samuel's Power Beam. The rat hit the ground with a thud, and he no longer made a sound.

Horrified that his army of undead has been defeated so easily, Kaevin quickly attempted to flutter away to safety. The parrot did not make it far before he was killed by a single bullet to the back, courtesy of Solid Snake. And that was that.

Kirby yawned as he threw his chef's hat off to the side. "Well, now that that's out of the way, shall we get going?"

"Uh..." Sam shook his head to snap himself out of his dazed state, "Y-Yeah...sure,"

'Hmph...using that boiling water to stop the zombies in their tracks...I would've said that's impressive, except for the fact that having them all get sucked up into the pot like usual would have probably been a better idea,' Snake thought as he reloaded his pistol, making sure to stomp on the heads of any burned zombies he past by.

"WAIT A MINUTE!!" the talking pink ball exclaimed at the top of his lungs.

"What?!"

"WE THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GO NOW ANYWAY?!!"

"...That's a good question..."

"Maybe," Snake said, raising his arm slightly and pointing straight ahead, "We should check that out...?"

Kirby and Sam looked to the direction Snake indicated, and saw that, through the thick viel of smog up ahead, there was a gigantic castle-like mansion in the distance.

"That seems to be as good of a place as any to start searching for answers!" Kirby shrugged.

Of course, despite all of their high hopes and tough words, none of them actually expected to find anything useful in that building...but they went anyway.