Smash Skits

Note: I do not own the Smash Brothers series or any characters from it. However, I do own this fic, and FINALLY my own copy of the game! Of that, I am happy at last!

Dark Kyotoa presents a new challenge: and it is BROUGHT!

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(Chapter 11: Idjit-box)

Among all the facilities that encourages vital movement and exercise of the Brawlers, from the Multi-Man Stadiums to batting Mr. Sandbag around, none can agree that after a good day's work of sending people flying, downing the competition with a nice glass of Golden Hammers, or even the more curious attempting to look up a dress, nothing beats coming in all tired, settling on the couch, and watchin' TV.

And that's what a bored Ness, Popo, Nana, Pokemon Trainer, and Lucas are doing right now, heading over to the small and quaint TV room.

"Okay, popcorn's here." Ness said. "And now, to pick the show for which we eat said popcorn!"

"YEAH! YEAH!" Popo and Nana yipped excitedly.

"Nothing like a relaxing time with some good pals!" The trainer agreed.

"Yeah, let's watch this one!" Lucas impulsively grabbed the remote, and switched it to a channel, showing off five blue giant moles about to fight evil!

"What the?" The Onett boy looked on. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What? It's just one of my favorite shows I watched in Tazmily before I came here, 'The Third-Strongest Guardian!' It's the best!"

"Yeah, and I fought them and beat them all! They kept mumbling something about how being the third-strongest was the way to go!"

"Well that won't do!" The trainer added. "You gotta be the strongest to make it!"

"Agreed, and we're not watching that!" Ness took the remote away from Lucas with his mind, and switched the channel to something else. "If you want quality, go with the 'PSI-FI Hunters' show!"

"No way!" Lucas countered. "I've never missed an episode of my favorite show before, and I don't intend to now!"

"I agree!" The trainer added. "But only because I wouldn't understand that show! I don't even have any Psychic Pokemon! At least not yet I don't..."

"Well tough on you guys, because--"

"WE'LL PICK! WE'LL PICK!" The Ice Climbers giddily snagged the remote, bundled together, and turned it to a channel that showed polar bears.

"Ah heck no!" Ness said. "We are SO not watching that either!"

"But we need all the tips we can get to club whales if we need to!" Popo countered, with Nana turning the volume higher, shushing him up.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"

"You're stupid!" Nana snapped back.

"Oh good comeback there, missy!"

"I wanna know whose the third strongest guardian!"

"LUCAS, KNOCK IT OFF!"

"Hold on a minute, you guys." The trainer mediated his way inbetween Ness, Lucas, and the Climbers. "It's obvious here that we've got a three-way tie for Anger and Tension. So it'll be up to me to decide the program that'll calm us ALL down." With that, he yanked the remote away from Nana, and set it to a strangely calming show. "There. The Real Adventures of Gari Gardevoir, the male Gardevoir who stops Poke-crimes with his brother Nick Gallade."

"That..." Nana was agasped. "was... not... WORTH... CHANGING THE CHANNEL!"

"Calm down, Nana!" Popo tried, but failed to control the other Ice Climber.

Now it had become a comical scuffle of psychokinetics, ice, pyrokinetics, hammers, kicks, and punches; who knew the Trainer could fight so effectively without using his Pokemon, who he let spend some time with the other Pokemon in the Mansion. It was now your typical kid outburst, with loud whines and complaints, name-calling and face-punching, and even biting and mind-zapping a few times, as the Trainer, Lucas, Ness, and the Ice Climbers were all arguing about who should get possession of the remote.

"WE'RE WATCHING THE THIRD-STRONGEST GUARDIAN!"

"NO WE'RE NOT! WE'RE WATCHING PSI-FI HUNTERS!"

"ARCTIC NATURE SHOW!" "ARCTIC NATURE SHOW!"

"REAL ADVENTURES OF GARI GARDEVOIR!"

And no one took into account a progessively louder beeping, which led to a sudden explosion taking out the small TV area. The kids were all covered in soot and owies; none of them ever knew about how the remote and TV would detonate on reaction to bitching, whining, and emo. Now the remote was all busted, with buttons popping out of place, the popcorn becoming tiny chunklets of gritty carbon, and the TV screen imploded with glass shards all around it.

"I... I guess we over-did it." Ness said exhaustedly, ignoring the Ice Climbers' sudden eruption of tears.

"Oh well... then again, I think my show was a rerun episode." The Trainer plopped his hands behind his head.

"... Well, it's a good thing I'm gonna get packing right now. I'm going back home for a few months." Lucas shook off some of the excess soot, walking away from the small TV room. "See you guys later."

"Yeah..." The other four were in a daze. "... ...What?" And with that, the four kids fainted.

"WHAT THE?" Bowser was all stunned, almost dropping his plate of cookies and milk. "Oh no you kids did NOT just destroy the TV! You LITTLE--"

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