This is the body swap chapter, as requested by SnowlflakeEV and Link's little brother.

Note: if this chapter is hard to follow, I don't blame you. I had trouble following while I was writing the thing! I did my best to keep things as clear as possible, but I made the mistake of writing this in short spurts when I probably should've done it in one go. Oh well. If it's confusing, tell me what was confusing and I'll do my best to clarify.

Disclaimer: I do not own SSBB, or Pokémon, or Freaky Friday (from which I drew much inspiration for this)

It is one thing to wake up and not be in one's bed, but another thing entirely to wake up and not be in one's own body. This is the predicament that faced several of the smashers, on the day a little visitor floated through the portal.

It took Link far too long to figure out what was going on.

His first indicator that something was off should have been the fact that he woke up in Marth's room. The second one should've been that his body just felt wrong; it was too slim, too proper, and nothing like the body of a village boy should have been. The least obvious indicator, the significance of which would not be discovered until later, was that the window in Marth's room was open, just like the one in Link's room had been when the Hylian had gone to sleep. Of course, Link failed to realize the implications of all of those things, and so reality floored him when he looked in the mirror.

"What is-" Link began, but cut himself off right away, clapping his hand over his mouth. Oh holy goddess, he thought to himself, not only do I look like Marth but I sound like him, too. This is so not gonna be a good day…

Right then, there was a sharp, insistent rapping at the door. Link opened it and found himself face to face with…himself. He was about to comment on it when whoever was inhabiting his body beat him to the punch.

"Jeez, I never thought I'd be face to face with myself!"

The Link in Marth's body laughed. "Same." Then: "Okay, you gave me a good scare. Now switch us back."

Link watched his own face fall and his own voice respond as Marth said, "I can't. This wasn't my doing."

"So then whose was it?"

Marth-Link shrugged. Link-Marth sighed and started to run a hand over his hair, but stopped halfway with a goofy grin on his face.

"Dude," he said to the Marth in his body, "how do you get your hair so soft?"

Marth smiled crookedly, which looked a bit scary on Link's face. "Sorry, it's a trade secret."

"C'mon," Link whined, "please?"

"No way."

A new voice joined the conversation. "Hello."

"Ike!" Marth exclaimed, turning around.

"Dude," Link said, still feeling up his—or rather, Marth's—hair, "Marth's hair is so soft. Here, feel!" He reached out and pulled Ike's hand, placing it on his head.

"Why are you referring to yourself in third person?" Ike asked (as if it was the strangest thing happening in that moment).

"I'm not," Link said (though it appeared to be Marth speaking), "I'm Link."

"I'm pretty sure you're Marth."

"And I'm pretty sure I'm not."

"I'm Marth!" Marth interjected.

"No," Ike rounded on him, "you're Link."

Marth sighed heavily. "Okay, let me make this real simple for you." He waved his hands between him and Link. "Link and I have switched bodies. He's in me, and I'm in him. Does this make sense now?"

Ike was completely blunt. "No, but that's not important. Good prank, you two. You can stop now."

"That's the problem," Marth explained. "We can't. This wasn't our doing."

Ike looked from the Marth claiming to be Link to the Link claiming to be Marth. He wanted to believe that this was all just a huge joke and that any minute now Marth would yell out, "Gotcha!" but he was starting to get a sinking feeling. "So-"

He was cut off by a noise a ways down the hall. Ike, Link, and Marth stepped out of the doorway to take a look, and were quite stupefied. Pit was zooming down the halls, flying at top speed and twirling around. His work was oddly clumsy and he hit the ceiling a few times. As he got closer, the others could hear him singing.

"I believe I can fly…I believe I can- OH MY GOSH WATCH OUT!"

Unfortunately, Pit was moving too fast and Ike reacted too slowly, for they collided head on. Ike fell back on the ground, Pit flat on top of him.

"Sorry…"

Ike grunted. He lifted Pit up off him, held the angel aloft while he himself stood up, and then set him down on the ground. "Don't worry about it. Now, what is up with your flying? That's the clumsiest maneuvering I've ever seen!"

"I'm not used to these wings," Pit said simply.

"What are you talking about?"

Pit was quiet for a minute before responding. "You probably won't believe me, but…" He hesitated, unsure of how to explain what was going through his head. "I'm not Pit. I'm Red."

When all he received in response was a blank look, he continued. "Maybe I'll start from the beginning. I went into the cafeteria this morning, and I wasn't watching where I was going and I ran into Pit. I apologized, and then went over to the kitchen to get food. I could've sworn that then I saw stars in front of my eyes and I fell down, and the next thing I knew I was sitting at a table and I had wings!"

Ike was quiet while he processed all this, and Red waited patiently for his response. Finally, Ike said, "Strangely enough, I believe you."

They were interrupted then by some snickering. Ike looked to see Marth and Link huddled around a cell phone. The warrior moved behind them to look; he saw, to his horror, that they were laughing at a picture of him…with Pit on top of him. Already he could hear the fangirls in his head…as an instinctive reaction, he brought back his fist and punched the back of the blond head.

"Ouch! Don't hit me, it was Link's idea!"

"But you're Link," Ike responded innocently.

"No, I'm not," Marth repeated, voice shaking with pain and anger, "I'm the prince of Altea in Link's body. That's Link," he pointed.

Ike was about to say something back when he was interrupted by running feet down the hall and a loud, "Hey!"

Pit was running as fast as Red's body would allow him, seeing as he couldn't fly with it. After having run into the pokémon trainer in the cafeteria, falling asleep inexplicably at the table, and then waking up on the floor with a hat on and no wings, he was hoping beyond all hope that he would run across his own body, which he assumed was being inhabited by Red. Once he'd found himself, he was planning on crashing right into himself. Then, if all worked well, he'd switch back with Red and they'd each be in their proper body.

It was genuine luck that he found himself almost instantly.

"Hey!" he yelled, trying to get his own—or rather Red's—attention. He watched himself turn to face down the hall and his own blue eyes go wide as Pit crashed headlong into himself.

Ike watched with mild amusement as the two smaller boys tumbled end over end before coming to a dead stop with multiple groans.

"Ooh," Red moaned, "what'd you do that for?"

Pit didn't answer. He hopped upright immediately and patted himself down. "Did it work? Did it work? Am I me again?" He felt behind himself; no wings. He patted his head; there was a hat. Pit let out a small sob. "No…I'm still you," he pointed despairingly at Red on the floor.

"Hey!" Red's pride was hurt. "What's so bad about that?"

"Hello? You can't fly!"

"Well, currently I can," Red pointed out.

"Okay, yeah," Pit agreed, "but they're MY wings!"

"Point."

"Can I interject something here?"

Red and Pit stopped arguing. Red spoke. "What is it, Link?"

"I'm not Link," Marth was getting tired of repeating that, "but that's not the point. Before we move any farther, you two should give us any info you have on this predicament."

Pit shrugged. "I know nothing. The one method for switching back that I got off that Freaky Friday movie didn't even work."

"Dude," Link laughed, "it didn't even work in the movie!"

Pit frowned. "Oh, shut up."

"Um, guys?" Red started hesitantly. "I think I know what's behind this."

"What?" the other four boys demanded unanimously.

Red held up a finger. "One word: Manaphy."

"Hey," Ike spoke into the walkie-talkie, "remind me again why it's me going after this thing and not one of you?"

It was Marth's smooth voice that came through the device as Link began to explain. "Because you're the only one of us that hasn't been flip-flopped yet. If one of us were to go in there and get flopped again, righting everyone would be nearly as complicated as a Zelda temple and I get enough of those in Hyrule."

"Riiight," Ike agreed sarcastically. "Now will you put Red on? I need him to explain what I'm supposed to do again."

Over the talkie, Ike heard a fair amount of shuffling, and then finally the sound of Pit's voice as Red got his hands on the device. "Hi Ike. What's up?"

"Explain to me again how I'm supposed to catch this Manaphy."

"Oh. Sure. You still got the pokéball?"

Ike looked down to his left hand; the small red and white sphere was still clutched in it. "Yep."

"Good," came Red again. "So, all you need to do is sneak up on Manaphy and throw the ball at it. If it works, Manaphy will be captured, and then you can bring it back here and I'll handle it from there."

Ike nodded his head, forgetting that Red couldn't see him. "Alright, sounds simple enough. Here I go!"

"Good luck."

Ike peered out cautiously from behind the half-closed cafeteria door that was concealing him. His blue eyes scanned the perimeter, and quickly alighted on a floating, blue, bulbous creature: Manaphy. Currently, the creature was distracted by something outside the window; its large eyes were fixated on it and it was gurgling happily.

Ike moved quickly. He slid out from behind the door and ducked under the nearest table, crawling from cover to cover and popping his head out occasionally to check that Manaphy was still distracted.

In seconds, he was within tossing distance. Carefully, at an almost unbearably slow pace, Ike moved out from under the last table and prepared to throw. In one smooth motion, he brought back his arm and, with a flick of the wrist, released the pokéball.

His aim was perfect. The pokéball went right on course and captured Manaphy with a speed most pokémon trainers would envy. Ike scooped up the pokéball as soon as it stopped shaking and headed out for Red's room. He pulled the walkie-talkie out of his pocket and brought it to his mouth.

"Guys," he said into the device, "I got it."

"Good," came the static filled voice of the Hylian inhabited by the Altean. "Now take it to Lucario."

"What for? I thought I was bringing it back for Red to deal with."

"Change of plans. Lucario's going to try to commune with it and convince it to switch us all back."

That made sense. "Oh, okay. I'll do that, then." Ike slipped the walkie-talkie back into his pocket and made for Lucario's room.

Lucario was standing outside in the hall, waiting for Ike when the warrior arrived. The pokémon held out his paw and requested telepathically that Ike hand over the pokéball. Ike complied.

The next five minutes dragged on for eternity. While Lucario stood, gazing intently at the pokéball and deep in telepathic communication with the Manaphy, Ike leaned his back against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. He felt tired, and his eyes began to drift closed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Lucario interrupted with: It is finished.

"Good," Ike intoned, standing up. He stretched and stifled a yawn. "So, now what?"

This. Lucario walked off to Red's room, Ike close behind. He opened the door and tossed in the pokéball. There was a flash of blue-white light as Manaphy was released, and Lucario quickly shut the door again. And now, we wait.

Inside the room, the four flip-flopped boys watched with mild curiosity and apprehension as the newly-released Manaphy explored the room. After ballooning around a bit, it began to spin and float up and down on the spot, trilling. Heart-shaped sparkles filled the air. Simultaneously, Marth, Link, Pit, and Red crumpled like rag dolls onto the floor.

When Lucario heard the sound of four people hitting the ground, he opened the door again and tossed in another pokéball to recapture Manaphy. Then he entered the room, followed by Ike, who took two steps and then stopped dead.

Lucario sensed the negative change in Ike's demeanour, and so acted quickly before the blue-haired boy could freak out. Do not worry; they will wake soon.

Even having been told that, Ike couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, but he contented to watching over the four boys on the floor until they awoke. Lucky for him, it wasn't long before the first of them began to stir. It was Marth's body that moved first: a hand reached up to rub an eye while the other hand propped the body up into a sitting position. Then, a short gasp escaped the lips and cobalt eyes opened wide. The hand that had been rubbing the eye now firmly grasped a lock of hair and yanked it down as far as possible to see what colour it was. After staring at it for a minute, Marth's body fell back on the ground with a huge sigh of relief.

"I'm me again…"

Ike felt a huge wave of relief pass over him and went to congratulate Marth. Then someone else spoke, and sounded very irritated.

"Dude, get your big blueberry head off my hand!"

Instead of complying, Marth tipped back his head to get an upside-down view of whoever's hand it was he was squishing. Not surprisingly it was Link's, and when Marth shot him a ridiculous grin the Hylian couldn't resist laughing. They sat up off the floor.

Now it was Pit's turn to come to; however, rather than sitting up slowly like the other two boys, he stood up immediately and shot out the door like a rocket. He got a running start down the hall and then leapt into the air. To his utter delight, as soon as his feet left the ground, his wings unfurled and he flew. Doubling back, the angel corkscrewed all the way back to Red's room, yelling jubilantly. When he arrived, he saw Red already up and seated cross-legged on the floor, smiling and waving.

"Told you Lucario would know what to do!" he said happily.

"We still have one problem," Link pointed out from his seat beside the trainer. "What do we do with this Manaphy? We've already got one here in the weapons room."

Everyone was stumped by this, except Lucario, who made himself known again by suggesting that he take Manaphy back to Sinnoh. The boys all agreed that that was best, and so the aura pokémon left to carry out the task. The rest of the boys dispersed to carry on with their day.

Much later that night, Marth was strolling the halls, eyes wide and searching. He was looking for someone. He'd already knocked on her door, but to no avail: there had been no answer. Thus he had decided to look elsewhere, and as he entered one of the chair-filled rooms off the cafeteria, he spotted her curled up and asleep in a red armchair.

Marth approached Samus in the utmost silence. He knelt down in front of the chair, then shook her shoulder and said, "Hey. Hey! Wake up!" The bounty hunter lazily opened one eye to stare irritably at he who was so bold as to wake her.

The prince continued on, not at all hampered by her stare. "I figured out what it was you did a while ago."

Samus opened both eyes now and sat up, yawning. "Okay, first you have the gall to come and wake me, and now you're babbling about nonsense. Explain yourself."

Marth sighed in annoyance. "Remember when Ike and I were building the step pyramid out of magnets?"

"I do."

"Yes, well, I figured out what it was you did to me when you left after completing the pyramid for us."

Samus raised a thin blond eyebrow. "Oh, you did, now, did you? And what, pray tell, did I do?"

"You…" Marth hesitated. He could feel his earlier confidence waning and was no longer sure whether he could go through with this. However, he was already off the deep end; there was no use floundering. He continued on, taking a deep breath to keep his voice steady. "You kissed me."

This revelation caught Samus completely off guard. As far as she could tell, she had been so smooth in her movements that only she should've known what she had done, save Ike who had been directly across from her at the time. Clearly Marth was more perceptive than he seemed. Samus stood up and walked over to the wall, her back to Marth in case her face decided to betray her thoughts. She fiddled with her nails and said simply, "Oh. So I did."

"Yes, you did," Marth repeated, "and now I'm getting even."

Samus turned around to see Marth right behind her, having snuck up so silently while her back was turned. She took an involuntary step backward, only to run into the wall. With it behind her and Marth hardly a hair's breadth away in front and his arms on either side of her, there was no escape. She looked him in the eyes, and he smiled coyly. Then he kissed her.

Not sure if I like that ending or not. I'm still undecided.

As a head's up, this'll probably be the last update for a while. School's busy, weekends are taken up by dance competitions, and free time is generally hard to come by. Summer's coming up fast, though, so things'll pick back up then. In the meantime, why dontcha review and share your thoughts with me? I like hearing them :)