Author's Note: I've had a severe case of writer's block. So, here's a long chapter.
Sometimes, it Sucks to:
Host an Event.
It's almost two months before the beginning of the "Ultimate" tournament. Simply because the smashers wanted to celebrate early, they got Mario to host a big party just for them. However, some things that went on weren't exactly… planned.
Outside, something special, that no smasher has ever done or hosted before, was taking place. It was somewhat similar to the "New Years' Ball Drop", but perhaps you could say it was the smashers' version of it. Sadly, they found nothing safe to use, so they went with the best option.
"BoIng!! pUt Mr. SaTuRn DoWn!! ScAry!! DiNg!!"
"Hello there everyone! Just a few more feet upwards and we'll be ready to drop it! First one to catch the Mr. Saturn gets all the smash coins!"
A hundred feet from the ground, was a plastic box being lifted up by winged pikmin and lumas. Inside, was Roy and a Mr. Saturn. On the ground, a small crowd of smashers were gathering.
"Ready? 3, 2, 1… GO!" Says Roy, as he proceeds to drop it.
Let's hope someone catches the saturn.
Meanwhile, at the table…
An extremely large amount of food, that was probably going to disappear who knows when. Smashers were mostly just trying to get at the food before anyone else can so they can claim it for themselves, instead of actually enjoying the stuff.
Alph was probably the only one in the near vicinity not participating. Just drinking some lemonade through the whistle in his helmet, while working on his latest electrical circuit. All while watching the action unfold.
"Can I have that?" Says Captain Falcon.
"Uh? I'm already drinking it though…"
"Yeah, you know what, nevermind."
He leaves, but after a moment returns.
Falcon suddenly sticks a straw into Alph's drink. Whether one would consider it sharing is up to them, but now it just looks plain awkward to anyone passing by. No words were said, just silent questioning of sanity.
At Master Hand's office…
The ruler of the universe was asleep. Of course they didn't need to, but it still felt nice. Crazy hand was busy partying with the smashers, not really caring about any of the consequences if Master Hand woke up. Why would any of that matter, and what are the odds of Master Hand waking up anyway? How they didn't get up from the noise was already remarkable.
Heck, the real reason to celebrate was two months away! So then, why…
All that Crazy Hand was doing at the party was simply trying to disrupt random conversations, and just overall trying to make the most out of it, "Their Way".
Author's Note: Some of this is based on real-life events.