Marth's Curse Reeditized

As if I own SSBB or SSBM but I do own me!

WARNING: LAST CHAPTER BEFORE SAPPY AND VERY DISTURBING ROMANCE! BE AFRAID... later.

Chapter 12


The sun shone and its warm rays streamed through the horizontal blinds and onto the blunette's face. Martha's sensitive eyes fluttered open and she gave a sleepy smile. Today seemed to be such a lovely day. She felt like she was so full of energy... perhaps after her brawls she would take a pleasant stroll by the beach. The day certainly called for it.

The princess tried to move out of bed but upon doing so, she felt something on the upper part of her legs. Hearing the slight moan, the bluenette sat up properly to see Roy, fast asleep with his head and crossed arms on her lap. Martha gave a small chuckle as she heard her friend's light snoring and patted him on the head. That was sweet. He must of carried her here when she fell asleep. How long had been here? It must have been a few hours if he was asleep.

"Roy, Roy, Roy... what am I going to do with you?" She said calmly playing with his messy red hair as he drooled slightly. He was funny. He made her laugh even when he was asleep. That warm feeling inside her chest and head seemed to just explode with contentment when he was around. Oh Ashera... what was she just thinking?

"You're an idiot you know that Roy?" Martha said to his slumbering figure, "A massive idiot. I should tell Lyn to properly teach you how to not mess with girl's hearts. Your mother, Ninian, would be upset from her grave if she knew what you were doing." She was joking of course, having never met the half-dragon, but she wasn't joking about Roy messing with her.

It was disgusting how she cold just melt at the thought of him. She could just kill him for making her seem weak, unlike her usual self, as she knew that his love laid with Lilliana. Not poor despicable her. She couldn't be mad at his perfect face though...

'Yune help me... I'm not just acting like a stereotypical girl... but a love-struck one as well," the woman groaned as she lay back down and stared at the ceiling- unwilling to wake the pyro up. Now that she was properly awake, she could tell that she was in the medical ward. Another smile wormed itself to her confused face when she thought about Roy bothering to carry her all the way from the motorcycle shop. She moved her hands to put them behind her head, brushing her pocket as she did so. Something fell out and landed on the soft sheets. Puzzled by its presence, Martha looked at envelope.

The lettering outside were cutout letters from a newspaper that were arranged to spell her true name. However, when she opened it -it wasn't like she had anything better to do with the red head log on her legs- a very familiar letter spilled out.

"Sheeda..." Martha said, puzzled by how the heck the letter, that was supposed to be in her room, got into her dress pocket. She didn't question it though, a lot weirder things had been happening recently.

Dear Marth,

I'm really sorry I haven't written lately but I have exciting news. I can make the 13th so guess who's coming to the Super Smash Mansion.

Your sister wishes she could come but she has your kingdom to take care of... she's breathing down my neck so I'll let you know that she wants you to come back as soon as possible. We're all fairing fine here.

Everyone back at home misses you and the kingdom seems to be at peace for once. Maybe when you're around we get in trouble... I'm kidding!

Anyway, I can't wait for the wedding. It's is going fabulous, I can't wait for you to see what I have planned. I don't want to be secretive but you'll just love it. So sorry for such a short letter but I wanted this to get to you sooner rather then later.

Say hi to all your friends for me and tell your friend, Ike, to try to put a bit more muscle on you! Nah, kidding. You're perfect the way you are.

See you soon Marth!


Love Sheeda.

It finally occurred to Martha, just like a puzzle where she had placed every single piece, that she had completely forgotten about Sheeda. Did she still have feelings for her? Yes... of course she did. They were best friends forever. Then there was Roy and... there was so much to think about. She didn't know what to do.

"Is this the point in time where we both prayed and hoped we'd be Roy? Confused?" she asked gently and softly to the slumbering youth, her slim hands beginning to tighten, crinkling the short letter.

'Somehow I knew that from the deepest reaches of my heart it'd come to this. The hardest choice would be the choice that... that could tear us both apart. I know I can't ignore all these feelings that I've felt over my time here. I hate it. I feel weak. I love him.' Martha thought, tearing up, clutching her fists and shutting her eyes as tight as she could 'I wonder why I never tried to tell you from the start?' Of course she knew. She knew why she didn't say anything, even when it was so obvious. She just wanted everything to go back to normal. Back when she was a guy again and everything was less confusing. Heck, war was less confusing then this.

"Now I know what they mean when they say 'Love is war.' We have to keep our distance from each other," Martha said sitting up and looking down at her friend. She pocketed the letter again and wiped her tears up as quickly as she could, "just be friends. All we gotta do is just be friends. It's time to say goodbye to these treacherous feelings. Just be friends. All we gotta do is just be friends and everything will be fine."

Roy stirred a few minutes later and gave a wide yawn. Where he was a bit uncomfortable but he was so warm. He didn't want to wake up. Roy twisted his head where he was in an attempted get into a better position before he heard a weak laugh.

"Morning Roy. Sleep well?" The lord opened his eyes and jumped up in surprise. Martha smiled softly and swung to the side of the bed, feeling the ache of Roy's weight on her legs, and looked at the startled blue eyed figure.

"I... I'm sorry Martha! I mean..." Roy started before the bluenette smiled at him and shook her head.

"No need Roy. It is I that must thank you for rescuing me. I apologize. I didn't properly do that earlier." Martha whispered as she stood up shakily, face not meeting his eyes. Roy made a move to help her but his efforts were refused by the struggling warrior. "Don't worry about me Roy. I'll be fine. I just need a shower and I'll be alright."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes my friend... I'm sure." she said as she walked out of the room. When she was out of hearing range, Roy sighed and sat on the bed.

"She was crying..."


Pikachu had just arrived at Pikana's house and already he was sweat-dropping at the sight of the daily random occurrences here. For Albino Pikachu was chasing his girlfriend in a steam roller- waving a chainsaw in his free hand- while Mr. Pichu was chasing after him. The electric brawler figured it was just because that the white author had stolen his fedora.

Knowing Pikana would be upset with him for trying to interfere- she liked dealing with her own issues- the Pokemon walked inside the house to see Mr. Good and KitskuneMiyake working on a large metal machine. He gave the two a wave and made his way to the dining room where he raised his non-existent eyebrows at the tea party in the room.

"Hey Pikachu. Here for tonight?" Velcoraptor Girl asked as she ate a biscuit. The yellow mouse nodded and sat next to the Raichu who was nibbling on a cake.

"Hey cutie. I'm TheGreatRiachu and I can make your dreams come true," she winked. Pikachu didn't need to say anything for at that moment, a boot broke the window and hit the evolved form on the back of her head.

"Touch my man and I'll kill you!" Pikana yelled as she ran past the window, Albino Pikachu close on her tail.

"What did she do this time?" Pikachu asked as he took a biscuit.

"Who knows what she did to those two." Souldin muttered under his breath as he sipped some of his tea. "Usually PitFTW or Randomzzz would give us the information but they and Kellifer are still out."

"So... what's been going on?"

"Well... nothing really. Everything happens on the beach tonight," the human female said, "by the way, I'm Razcoolzle, legendary stone collector."

"Charmed."

"I'm so happy this is almost over," the dinosaur woman said, referring to Martha and Roy, "I'm kind of sick of all this cliche drama. First in they're in love and then they're sad. Then the they're in love again and then they're mad." VG sighed, scoffing in a few more biscuits.

"Then someone dies." Pikachu cut in, earning a laugh from everyone.

"Would you like some tea Pika?" CrazyAcorn asked holding up the teapot.

"Yeah... I need some bloody tea." The brown fox poured him some tea into a small white cup and handed it to him. Pikachu muttered his thanks and drank a bit of it before he almost vomited. "What is in this?"

"Blood. Ox blood if you must be specific." Velcoraptor girl smirked as she sculled her cup.

"Do I have to ask why?"

"When you ask for bloody tea, you're going to get it." Souldin smirked. Pikachu laughed as well as the others. All was good and well now- save for Pikana outside but they all knew she'll save herself later- and everything would be at peace.

Well... until the evening came anyway.


"So let me get this straight..." Link said, trying to understand what the large right hand glove was saying, "Pit got lost on the way here... from a place that is less then half a mile from where he started and he has been reported to be seen in the Sahara Desert?"

"Yep. So while Crazy Hand and I go find him, I want all of you to go to the holiday bunker by the beach overnight okay? You'll pack your stuff and leave in an hour. Any questions?" Master Hand asked.

"Yes! Why can't we stay here?" Ganondorf asked. Martha rolled her eyes, knowing the answer to the question. She, bored, looked over to see Roy giving her a small smile from across the room. She gave one back but quickly looked away, much to his dismay.

"Because last time I did that, three certain kings managed to destroy half the mansion. I'd rather you smash the beach houses then the one we live in. Any other questions?" The hand asked. After a moment of silence, Master Hand dismissed the smashers and all the assembled dispersed. Martha walked out by herself amongst the crowd. She wasn't alone for long, however, when Princess Peach leapt from behind her and grinned at Martha.

"What's up Martha? How have you been?"

"Quite fine." Peach raised an eyebrow, noticing that the bluenette's words didn't quite match her face and how Martha's eyes didn't meet her azure ones.

"Something is wrong, isn't it?" the blonde asked as they turned right towards the bedrooms, "you can tell me. I promise I won't say a word."

"I'm just surprised that just when I wanted to go to the beach today, Master Hand is forcing us all to. Could I borrow some swimwear? I didn't think of getting one when we were at the store and I really do want to swim today." Contre to what a lot of people thought, Peach was not an
idiot. She could tell something was wrong and she could, intelligently, play on her own emotions to get what she wanted.

"Yeah you can..." Peach said suspiciously, "but that isn't on your mind now is it? Can you tell me what is really going on?" Martha looked up at the cute, yearning expression on Peach's face and, after realising that she wasn't going until she got some answers, she nodded.

"Fine... but only you and when we get inside your room, alright?" the giddy princess nodded and the other one's request and opened the door to the room, ushering Martha inside the pink and purple, floral room. Peach escorted Martha to sit on her rose-pink bed before she went into her walk-in-wardrobe.

"Just tell me everything, I can hear you from in here." she called as she began hunting for swimwear that could fit her friend. Martha shifted uncomfortably and sighed. After saying nothing, Peach called from the wardrobe again. "It'd be best if you told me. Keeping things bottled inside isn't always a good thing."

Martha was silent for a bit but, as Peach wanted, she began lifting the load off her chest.

"It's... complicated. Have you ever had that feeling like you can't breathe? When your chest swells up and you can't see anything but a certain person?"

"Ooh. Sounds like someone has been bitten by the love bug!" Peach giggled "No... not that one. Oh! Continue Martha!"

"Well there's this guy in the mansion that I think I might have feelings for. It's like I can't see anything for these last few days... nothing but him. It's like I'm addicted. I can't think without him interrupting me; in my thoughts, in my dreams and I know he doesn't return my feelings..." Martha turned over and put her face to Peach's pillow. Then she screamed.

"Are you okay?" The blonde immediately dashed out as the blue princess yelled in a very informal way. After a brief second, Martha raised her head and sighed apologetically to the pink-clad princess.

"I'm sorry Peach. I'm just... not used to being in a fight where I can't win."

"What? You can always find a way to win!" The princess said as she carried the two outfits over and placed them on the bed. She then gave the other woman a hug. "Tell me why can't you win this battle."

"My fiance is coming over soon and the person I have feelings for is a guy... a guy! I used to be a guy." Martha sighed, "What would he think? What would Sheeda think? Heck, I don't know what to think. I feel like I'm going in circles."

"Well... did you tell him how you feel? Or anyone? Are you close?" the blonde asked, getting some suspicions.

"No... how could I? He is so close to me and I don't trust anyone not to tell him. The worst part is that he knows that Sheeda is coming soon because I told him."

"Hmm... that is tricky. If you want my advice, then here it is... be honest."

"Peach..."

"Let me finish. Just talk to him like you did to me. If the guy is that close to you, then he'll understand your feelings. Besides, he might share them."

"That's just someone writing a bad fanfic. It doesn't happen in real life." Martha commented. "However... I'll try it. Thanks Peach, maybe I'll get to talk to Ro... the guy after all."

"That's the spirit!" Peach stood up and smiled, picking up the swimming costume. The blonde noted that- however obvious it was- that Martha didn't realise that pretty much the whole mansion (or the people who cared) already knew of her little crush. However, she wasn't one to say that, rather, she was going to help the poor soul feel better. "Now let's pick something out for you and then you can get to it!"


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Albino Pikachu quickly pulled out mine thrower and shot Pikana twice. The mines stuck to her and started beeping more rapidly with each passing second.

"DAMN YOU ALBI..." she started as she exploded. Mr. Pichu sweat-dropped as Albino Pikachu walked off from explosion, wearing sunglasses.

"Who's turn is it to revive Pikana?" groaned KitskuneMiyake.

"Okay guys! Gather round! Master Hand has given us the beach house rules and there are a lot of them." Mario called the smashers in his Italian accent that the authoress is to lazy to type. The group had been dropped off at the beach with their things and had all gathered in a thick crowd around the plumber -standing on a table- right in front of the beach house.

"We're staying for one night. How many rules can he make?" Bowser roared from the crowd.

"101."

"You have to be kidding!" Ganondorf yelled at the plumber, "Why do we need 101 rules?"

"Probably because last time we left the mansion as a group, we had to explain to the cops why we had eight traumatised kids, a stolen hippo and Yoshi's head on the couch." Mario and the said dinosaur shot a look to the king of evil who shrugged.

"Okay. Here we go..." Mario started.

"1. The microwave is not a theater for testing explosives, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't run up the microwave budget on your experiments with Coke and Pop Rocks, or eggs. I don't care what you saw on TV.

2. Candy is not meant to go in any orifice other than the mouth, no matter how it is shaped."

Red whistled nervously while everyone laughed at the poor Pokemon Trainer, after it had died down, Mario continued.

"3. Candles are also not meant to go inside the body (anywhere).

4. Glass is fragile. I cannot stress this enough. I hoped you all'd learn after seven jars of jam, fifty fine wine glasses, a pair of specs, my favorite old television, a clock, a computer, a millennium commemorative Mickey Mouse snow globe, and twelve light bulbs, but you obviously didn't,
because having written this, I heard Ness break the china."

"Popo has lousy aim okay? Baseball is hard indoors!" Ness yelled out from the crowd.

"5. The phone is not a demon that can be summoned by entering a code, and is therefore not meant to dwell in hell."

"Come on! It was one time!" Mewtwo yelled, much to everyone's amusement.

"6. If you yell at our answering machine, it will not like you anymore. It will not EVER yell back, so stop. It's one-sided.

7. Needles are to be used for sewing, not voodoo. I don't care what the person did.

8. Barbie dolls are meant to keep their appendages attached, and they belong to Nana. They are not food for Kirby or chew toys for the Yoshi. They are also not to be used for voodoo.

9. The stove is not meant to serve as a bonfire, and you should not dance around it clad in a bed linen screaming 'Toga! Toga!'

10. You should also not dance naked around any stove, because we do have company.

11. The camera is not meant to take pornographic pictures of your or anyone else's body parts. No one wants to see them hanging on our fridge ever. Again."

At this, Samus broke a vein and kicked Snake as hard as she could before proceeding in breaking Captain Falcon's nose.

"12. The stuffing is meant to stay *inside* the pillow. If I find it on the floor one more time, you will. Clean. It. Up.

13. The fridge is meant to store food. This does not include any animal's brains, tongue, or hooves.

14. The fridge is not meant to store hostages. This includes any smasher.

15. This also now applies to Assist Trophies. I know you have Stafy hidden with you.

16. Clothes are the only things that go in the washing machine. Cats, dogs, and pickles should be left out of the laundry from now on."

17. People do not go in the dryer. Not even for five minutes."

"Yes... it does not make people shrink." groaned Luigi, shooting a look at Wario

"18. The lint filter is not meant to be worn as a loincloth.

19. The air conditioning is not 'the breeze from Hell coming to claim us', so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop staring down the vent and screaming at the top of your lungs.

20. The clothing iron is not a weapon, and if Olimar comes in with a triangular burn on his ass one more time, you will all suffer.

21. The clothing iron is not meant to be used on hair. Especially not hair that has just been doused liberally with hair gel, because it will explode."

"Guilty as charged!" laughed Wolf, causing Fox to attack him. It took a few minuted to pry the two off each other (and fix up Snake/Captain Falcon) but Mario was eventually able to continue reinstating Master Hand's rules.

"22. Speaking of hair products, the following items are not to be used as personal lubricants: hair gel, hairspray, foam mousse, shampoo OR conditioner, conditioning shampoo, tea tree oil, or that sculpting gunk that Peach keeps around.

23. The TV will not react if you scream 'Turn yourself on, idiot box!'

24. The remote is not to be used as *anything* other than a remote.

25. Batteries go in electronics. Not in people, no matter how annoying you may think they are.

26. Massagers and vibrators are not the same thing.

27. A cellphone on vibrate is also not a vibrator, and don't try to get cute and tell us it technically is.

28. The mirror is not a parallel dimension, and it is not a portal to said dimension. I'm tired of laughing at you guys running into mirrors, so I'd thought I'd let you know."

"It was in one of Pikana's fanfics!" protested Nana, going pink at everyone's laughter.

"29. Bunk beds are not to be used for torture devices.

30. No sex in the bunk beds. Ever. Again. We've already had to replace one set."

"ZeldaandLink." coughed Meta Knight

"31. The fireplace poker is not meant to be jammed up the ass of anyone who rings the doorbell.

32. The fireplace poker is not meant to be rammed down the throat of anyone who rings the doorbell.

33. The fireplace poker is not a weapon.

34. The cuckoo clock is not out to get any of us, and throwing it across the room results only in having to buy a new cuckoo clock."

"It is! It attacked Pichu yesterday!" Diddy Kong yelled.

"35. Pots and pans are not to be used as hats or helmets.

36. Kitchen utensils are not sex toys.

37. Especially not bread knives or steak forks or swords.

38. Especially not the electric carving knives.

39. Especially not the electric mixer. I'm still talking to you Zelda and Link although... Mario shouldn't get any ideas." the plumber whispered as everyone laughed.

"How many of these are directed at us?" Link asked

"Who knows..."

"40. The blender is not a killing machine. Frogs do not go in the blender.

41. Snakes do not go in the oven. Neither do people. EVER.

42. Thermometers are not 'stripping poles for chipmunks' and this should not ever be an opinion voiced when talking to children. So shut up King Dedede and stop watching 'Alvin and the Chipmunks the Squeakuel.'"

"That movie sucks." Ike said before the aforementioned penguin attacked him.

"43. The doorbell is not your cue to drop whatever you're doing, crush theater-blood capsules all over your face, and burst out the door screaming that you want people's souls.

44. 'Weenie roast' is not a sexual term.

45. 'Hot dog' is also not a sexual term.

46. When I call you, pick up the phone

47. When Crazy Hand calls, please do not pick up the phone.

48. Teapots are meant to house tea, not alcoholic beverages. It is not cute when you swap the tea with tequila and our guests are stupid enough to drink it."

Peach glared at Toon Link and Jigglypuff who whistled innocently and edged away from the lady-like woman.

"49. Curtains are not meant to be worn as togas or climbed. They are not meant to be used as blankets or bed linens, and will not be used to mop up the blood you 'have no clue as to how it got there.'

50. Please wait half an hour after eating. I do not need anyone getting ill/cramps while you are away.

51. Impaling the pillows on spikes of hair is nether funny nor amusing. Apologizing to Ike doesn't excuse you.

52. You should not put someone's weapon in between the windowsill and the open window and slam the poor window down. It is glass. It will break.

53. The flat-iron is not meant to be used in conjunction with anything flammable, including hair gel.

54. No body part is to be doused with water, placed against a steel butter knife, and the knife inserted into an electrical socket."

DK growled at Mr. GAW who shrugged.

"55. The electric sockets are not to have anything stuck in them.

56. No groping the women.

57. No going outside after dark. Sonic will get you."

"I only turned werewolf for one game! Come on!" the hedgehog yelled.

"58. The toilet did not swallow your most prized possessions, and it is scary to wake up at four in the morning to see you screaming into and clawing at the inside of the toilet bowl like a banshee.

59. The toilet is ceramic, and therefore can be broken with a sledgehammer. Stop killing the toilets.

60. No killing anyone!"

"BOOOOOOO!" everyone yelled, as if it was Mario's fault.

"61. The computer is not 'the porno machine' and is not meant to house solely download porn. Therefore, you should not delete every program but the image viewer in order to free up space for download porn. The computer here is purely for emergencies or the finding of information.

62. Body parts do not go in the printer.

63. Clothing does not go in the printer.

64. Animals do no go in the printer.

65. Body parts, animals, and clothing do not go in the shredder.

66. The letter opener is not a sex toy. It is also not a weapon or an eating utensil.

67. It is not cute to take a sharpie and scratch out the 'r' in CROCK POT. We do not appreciate eating out of a 'cock pot.'"

Again, Peach glared at the villains who backed away from the fuming princess.

"68. No fighting. Period.

69. The toaster is not a battlefield for GI Joe action figures and My Little Ponies. They melt and run up the toaster budget, and unless you feel like buying a toaster, stop it.

70. You are not obligated to kneel in front of the coffee pot every morning groaning your brains out onto our kitchen floor in need of caffeine. You are not a 'coffee zombie,' and I'd appreciate it if you'd lay off the theatrics. You scarred Lucas last time.

71. The ashes from the fireplace are not to be used as body paint.

72. The broom is not a sword, and you should not be spotted (by the press, *especially*) naked except for the pot on your head (see Rule 35) and the broom you are using to duel against a similarly clad enemy.

73. Putting powdered sugar, baking soda, and every other white substance you find in the cupboard into a roast pot and putting the whole mess into the oven will not result in drugs of any kind, be it heroin, methamphetamine, or cocaine. It results in a big, goopy, bubbling mess, and you will not attempt it ever again on pain of death.

74. No eating all the frozen food. Kirby and Yoshi, I have the fresh food stacked enough for one day.

"Doubt it." everyone muttered in unison.

"75. Backscratchers are not meant to rub the skin raw enough that it gets infected and you have to see Dr. Mario and have you treated for rabies because you decided that you had to catch a rat with it first.

76. Candle lighters are meant for lighting candles ONLY. They do not need to be used in experiments that involve bean burritos and Wario's ass.

77. Re: Candle lighters: Just don't touch them or I'm getting the childproof kind.

78. Running with scissors is not a way to 'accidentally' kill anyone.

79. It is not subtle to rip the chainsaw to life and chase away door-to-door salesmen, realtors and Jehovah's Witnesses.

80. It is not okay to find the only cockroach in the house and eat it. They may be high in protein, and you can argue a case for that, but they will not assist in the augmentation of any body part. Translation: Bugs do not equal steroids."

Everyone snickered at Captain Falcon.

"81. If something is glowing red, it is generally going to burn you if you put your face on it. Don't come to me or Mario screaming that the demon stove bit you again.

82. Chocolate syrup (not even with whipped cream) is not an accepted article of clothing. Alternatively, you can't try this on one of the girls.

83. The ceiling fan is not meant to be used for acrobatics.

84. Mouse traps shut suddenly. Trying to take the cheese off the trap is not recommended."

"My tongue still hurts" Yoshi mumbled as Pichu sweat-dropped at the prospect of traps.

"85. Filling up the closet with fur coats and barging into them does not transport one to Narnia. It gives one a concussion and nasty bruises when they collide with the wall, and we have to take the fool to the hospital.

86. Shovels are not meant to dig holes in the wood floor in hopes of falling into Wonderland. Or China.

87. Inhaling helium and saying that you're 'major rockstars' makes everyone think you are crazy.

88. Penguins are not acceptable house pets. Put them back where you got them. Preferably while they're still alive.

89. No swearing."

"What the..." started Ganondorf before Lucario slapped her paw on him.

"90. Putting one end of an extension cord in your mouth and plugging the other into the wall does not have the same effect as three cups of espresso, and listening to any of the villains will only get you in trouble.

91. Putting a helpless bumblebee up your ass will not result in you getting buzzed no matter what the villains say. It will result in YOU explaining to Dr. Mario how the bee stung you on the inside."

"What does that mean?" asked Lucas

"We'll tell you when you're older," Roy sighed.

92. Setting the minivan- that brought you here- on fire in other driveway with the excuse that you wanted to 'hot rod' is not cute and will get you punished.

93. Setting the house ablaze with disco music playing results in only us being extremely pissed. There is no 'disco inferno.'"

Charizard groaned and snapped his claws.

"94. Go to bed on time. I expect you to Brawl tomorrow.

95. The first aid kit will not give AIDS to the first person you touch. You shouldn't even touch it considering Dr. Mario is here.

96. There is enough food for every. I really must stress this Kirby and Yoshi.

97. White glue (or any other color of glue) is not a substitute for hair gel.

98. Superglue will get you in big trouble. Stay away from it unless you want to be explaining to the cops how Yoshi's head magically attached itself to the couch again.

99. Duct tape does not fix flesh wounds. I stress that all too much.

100. Crossword puzzles do not repel the 'vampires in your closet.' Especially if said vampires are your roommates set searching for clothing at seven in the morning.

101. Every single rule is important. Especially this one.

These rules are only the beginning. I somewhat trust your common sense. If the thought of doing whatever you're thinking about makes you smile, scream, or laugh for more than twelve seconds, just assume it will get you in trouble or it's going to be hell for you when you get back." Mario stopped reading and raised an eyebrow at everyone.

"Those were just weird." Martha commented.

"Well... considering that we actually break these rules everyday, it makes sense." Mario commented.

"I agree. Also, we should all lighten up and have our beach party... so don't do anything bad and you villains stop torturing the others." Peach said, acting like her motherly self.

"Look who's talkin'. You almost made liver." mumbled Wolf. Peach then picked up a vegetable from the ground and chucked it at his head.

"Oh boy... this will be one long day." sighed Martha, seeing it wasn't even 10am yet.


Yes it's another filler. The finale is coming soon though with the climax to boot!

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