A/N: Hello! Today's is the Fourth of July, which means a big blast for the Smashers...

Enjoy, and happy Independence Day, everyone!


Chapter Forty-Nine: Independence Day

It was finally the long-awaited 4th of July, Independence Day. And what did all the Pokemon seek right when their Trainer released them?

Independence, of course.

Red watched all of them stampede right out his room and out into the wild leaving their Trainer behind with the dust.


It was finally the fourth of July, and everyone was ecstatic for the evening when they would marvel over the bright, bursting fireworks and the outdoors cookout they were going to have in the Smash backyard as well. There were a lot of planning to be done, but nobody really gave a crap about what to prepare since they all were looking forward to the thrilling evening that night.

Zelda regarded the ingredients in the fridge, wondering if there were enough of everything to make at least a hundred burgers (after all, each Smasher needed at least two, not one, burgers). The menu had everything ranging from grilled hamburgers to hotdogs, and Zelda knew there would have to be a considerable number of Smashers to be behind the grill to keep up with the high demand of food.

Although she didn't want to, the Hyrule princess decided she could be one, but she needed at least four other Smashers to help with the burgers and other cooking. With that, the Hyrulean princess headed out the kitchen to kidnap (er, ask) a few.


Roy wanted hot dogs.

But Roy wanted burgers.

And Marth wanted salad.

Fox wanted sleep.

However, the two Roys were at war with what food should be served for Independence Day that night, and they weren't going to abandon their prized food without a fight.

"I never knew our friendship would come to this," Roy growled to Roy.

Roy scoffed. "Ditto. But I want hot dogs. Hot dogs are better than burgers."

"You take that back!"

"Make me."

"I will."

'"Is that a threat?"

"It's a type of threat, but essentially, yes."

Roy glared.

Roy glared back.

They stood on opposite ends of the Smash yard, and although it was strictly banned to fight anywhere else but the Arena, the two were pissed that the other wanted a hot dog not a burger, or a burger and not a hot dog.

"Don't disrespect the hot dog."

"And don't belittle the burger."

That set them off. Simultaneously, Roy and Roy stampeded towards each other, each emitting a degrading battle cry. "FOR THE ESTEEMED HOT DOG!"

"FOR THE NOBLE BURGER!"

And they barreled towards each other, raising flags they produced out of literally nowhere, a shining burger on one and a sparkling hot dog on another. Needless to say, it was a plain war, having exactly one offender on each side. Fox and Marth stayed off to the side, watching with half-interest.

"TEAM HOT DOG!" Roy cried, tackling Roy.

"TEAM BURGER!" Roy countered, shoving Roy back. Roy and Roy were tangled in a heap of fists and claws, a more verbal fight than a physical fight. Roy smacked Roy, while Roy retaliated by kneeing Roy. Roy cursed at Roy and Roy name-called Roy back. Roy and Roy continued to insult Roy and the other while defending their Roy's ideal Fourth of July food.

"Hot dogs are the lowest on the social ladder!"

"Hot dogs are the lowest, but you're not even on the social ladder!"

"Burn!" Fox cheered from the side.

Marth snorted audibly off to the side. "How childish," he muttered displeasingly. "Wouldn't you agree, trivial fox?" He turned to Fox.

Fox, whose range of vocabulary wasn't flamboyant enough to comprehend the indirect insult, agreed, "Yeah totally. They're fighting over hot dogs and burgers."

Marth sniffed unapprovingly. "The exorbitant thought never befell upon my virtuous soul regarding how infantile these puerile ruffians are."

Roy and Roy heard him (miraculously). One arm clutched on the collar, the other's knee in the stomach, the two Roys' gazes shot over to the prince and fox.

"What did you say, prince?" Roy seethed.

Marth raised an amused eyebrow, mildly surprised that the Roys understood his SAT vocab-packed sentence. "You fathomed the magnitude behind my words?"

"Well, no, but it sounded like an insult anyway!"

"What if I entitled you an exquisite being descending from the heavens above, an ethereal blessing to us all?"

"Hey! Stop insulting me!"

Roy and Roy promptly let go of each other's throats as they faced Marth, glaring. "Let's get 'em," Roy muttered to Roy who agreed with a nod to Roy. Roy and Roy promptly began shooting towards the prince, ready to wipe that smirk off his face.

Sighing, Marth unsheathed Falchion. "I conjecture that I'll have to battle for my word to have a scrumptious bowl of salad for this Independence Day. However, it's a palpable hindrance for me, going two against one…" With that, the prince pulled Fox up and requested, "Fluffy, generously lend an aiding hand as we tussle with this nonsense. Endorse the salad!"

Fox didn't need another second to agree. He and Marth versus Roy and Roy. Today would be the day he would be triumphant. He turned to Marth one last time. "By the way, it's Fox."

"Alright, Furry."

"It's Fox."

"Understood, Fuzzy."

Fox face-palmed, but soon enough, he and Marth launched into battle with Roy and Roy.

Roy and Marth fenced with their swords while Roy and Fox tussled mindlessly. "Hah!" Roy cried, thrusting his Sword of Seals towards the prince. Marth easily deflected the attack and retaliated with Shield Breaker. Roy countered the move, and they continued back and forth like that.

Fox and Roy were also tied in a heated fight, Roy using projectiles, Fox reflecting them, Roy perfect shielding and grabbing. It was a pretty intense fight (and an unneeded one too). Marth and Roy locked swords at the same Fox and Roy grabbed each other by the collar simultaneously.

"Surrender," Marth ordered plainly.

Roy snorted. "As if!"

Fox and Roy were now both rolling aimlessly on the ground, wrestling with each other. One moment Roy would be on top, the next, Fox pinning Roy to the ground. It was getting really intense, everyone's moves were very skilled and able to block and counter the other. And this wasn't even on the Smash Arena! Master Hand would definitely not approve of this.

IN MASTER HAND'S OFFICE

"They better not be fighting pointlessly," Master Hand muttered.

Then, he shrugged. "Ah, I'm just being paranoid! Surely no one is, because it's the Fourth of July!"

He leisurely went back to watching Netflix.

BACK OUTSIDE WHERE MASTER HAND'S WISHES WEREN'T UNDERSTOOD

"Relinquish this antagonism!"

"Not doing it!"

"Hold still so I can punch you properly!"

"Stop wriggling!"

"Burgers!"

"Hot dogs!"

"Salad!"

"Sleep!"

"RAAAAARRR!" The four launched at each other, the impact of whatever happened would definitely have some permanent damage on something—

"GUUUUYS!"

Screech! Immediately, Roy, Roy, Fox, and Marth skidded to a stop and whirled their heads over to where the new source of noise was, fists and swords still poised midair, ready to plummet down on their victim if it wasn't anything important.

It was Zelda, standing with her hands on her hips, regarding the scene with a disapproving frown.

Huffing, she trudged up to the four. "If you guys are so excited for the food we're going to have tonight, you might as well help in the kitchen!"

Simultaneously, protests started to rise—

"Don't worry! There will be burgers…"

Roy's face lit up.

"…hot dogs…"

Roy's expression brightened.

"…salad…"

Marth smiled (gracefully).

"…and plenty of sleep!"

Fox jumped in joy.

"So you guys wanna come?" Zelda asked sweetly.

"Okay!" they chorused, probably still not understanding that nothing ever went well in the kitchen. "Alright, follow me then." Zelda twirled on her heel and led them to the kitchen, smirking to herself that she managed to snag her victims.

Once arriving, she turned around and promptly announced, "Time for training! Everyone, grab an apron."


Fireworks. That's what they needed. It wouldn't be Fourth of July without fireworks.

Of course, Villager was already prepared with all the fireworks he had, and Palutena reminded herself to use her Celestial Firework move that night. However, Mario had an even better plan. Fireworks better than Villager's and Palutena's, and he couldn't wait to use them.

Of course, this meant yet another vacation back to his homeland…

Meanwhile, as his brother went on with his usual antics, Luigi wanted to lend a hand for Fourth of July. He stared uncertainly at the Smash yard, littered with various things ranging from regular weeds to unidentifiable things he had no idea were part of the Smash Mansion.

Luigi glanced at the rake in his hand and a large garbage bag in the other. Frowning he did a brief calculation on how long it was to clean the whole yard before tonight for the cookout.

His eyebrows shot up at the result.

Screw this! Luigi thought distastefully, tossing the rake and garbage bag. It's Weegee Time!

With that, the green plumber tugged out his Poltergust 5000 and flipped it on. And what the work that would've taken two years to complete, was done in less than thirty seconds as the vacuum sucked up everything in the Smash yard.

Everything. Even the grass.

I regret nothing.


"Time to flip burgers!" Zelda posed proudly with a spatula in her hand, a raw burger patty in her other plastic-gloved hand.

The four inaudibly swallowed, because no one had ever flipped burgers before. Marth stared displeasingly at it. "Not of royal material for a prince like I to consume," he stated.

Zelda shrugged, resisting rolling her eyes. "I, the Princess of Hyrule, is in an apron too and flipping burgers. Surely the Prince of Altea can do the same."

Marth crossed his arms. "I will concede this very singular instance."

Zelda turned to the spitting grill, the fire leaping up occasionally. Roy took an instinctive step back. "Now watch and learn," Zelda said. With one quick movement, she threw the patty onto the grill, the loud sizzling deafening everyone in an instant.

"Sounds like you're roasting someone's dreams and aspirations…" Roy muttered fearfully. Marth already had his gas mask on (no one really knew when he put it on), but everyone was too busy gulping at the sizzling burger.

"Wait for a couple minutes," Zelda continued, "And then you…flip!" Skillfully, she flipped the burger on the opposite side with the spatula, perfectly flipping it once.

"Now," she said. "Get to work!"

The four hesitantly turned to the grill and burgers as the princess went to tend to the other dishes.

Fox turned to the stack of raw patties and nervously pinched one up. Gulping, he slowly turned around to face the cackling fire, the flames licking through the grill bars. He was standing at least ten feet away from the dangerous thing. Oh gosh…

Taking a deep breath, he readied himself…and stampeded up to the grill and haphazardly threw the whole thing onto the grill before immediately backpedaling and diving behind Marth (who was reading the nutrition label on a bag of cucumbers, thinking if this was benefit him in any way).

Seeing that the burger was harmlessly roasting on the grill, Fox gratefully approached it again. Phew, he thought.

Now Fox was clutching a spatula with nervous fright. Flipping would be an indescribable horror, and he definitely didn't want to do this part.

"R-roy, you wanna do some epic flipping?" he asked nervously to a passing Roy.

Roy shook his head immediately. "I'd love to, but, uh, I'm saving flipping burgers for when…when I retire." He quickly evacuated the area, leaving Fox to fend for himself.

Discouraged, the fox had nothing left to do but to gingerly wedge the spatula under the patty after scrutinizing what outcomes were in his favor (which were essentially nothing other than burnt fur and cries of agony).

"It's gonna burn!" Zelda called as she rushed past him from behind, carrying a stack of plates. She was right.

Fox swallowed the fear down, and before he could agonize any further, flicked his wrist upward.

Eek! He dove behind Marth again (who was now applying said cucumbers to his face), but peeking out, he saw his burger flip not once, but three times, landing perfectly on the raw side.

"Jackpot!" he cheered.

"Oh yeah?" Suddenly, Roy appeared, next to the grill as well. "Watch the pro!"

"But you haven't retired yet," Fox pointed out.

Roy promptly ignored him, and he slapped a patty on the grill. After a minute, he stuck the spatula under it before tossing it up as Fox watched. The patty flipped a perfect five times, correctly landing once again.

Roy smirked at Fox.

Fox glared. "Yeah right! Watch me." Fox threw another patty on the grill and flipped it. Seven perfect flips.

Roy frowned. He flipped another burger and another, as Fox did the same. The number of flips went to nine, and then to eleven, and soon it was thrown so high it shot a hole through the ceiling.

But even that didn't stop them.

Thirteen, fifteen, seventeen flips! Roy and Fox glowered threateningly at each other as the wrenched their arms stronger and higher each time to beat the other.

By the time the thirtieth flip was made, the burger was propelled up so high it nearly touched the stars. But Roy and Fox weren't losing.

And higher they went, through the ceiling into the evening air, even hitting a bird out of the night sky (might've been Dark Pit), until…

The patties simply ran out.

By the time Zelda came by, she was astonished to see that all patties were grilled, much to her pleasure. "Perfect! Wow, I never thought I had such good workers!" She promptly scooped up all patties over to a separate table with the buns as Roy and Fox remained seething at each other.

"How is the salad, Marth?" she asked leisurely.

Marth was seen with the salad condiments not in the plate, but all on his face. Cucumbers over his eyes, tomatoes on his cheeks, everything found a place on his skin.

"Oh, they're coming along…following after when my royal exfoliation is fulfilled."


Finally, it was the time for the cookout. Zelda and her helpers (who looked ready to be finished with this whole silly thing) managed to set everything outside in time when the sun sank. Platters of hot dogs, burgers, salad, and other various delicacies were marched out into the cool summer air.

Zelda suddenly paused, flabbergasted by the unexpected sight. "…Where's the grass?"

A WHILE LATER…

The grass was compensated for by Olimar and Alph's "five-minute grass seeds," which meant its name literally. In exactly five minutes to the millisecond, the grass seeds sprouted in a blink, flicking from brown soil to vibrant green grass in a snap. At least that was solved.

Zelda, Roy, Roy, Marth, and Fox paraded out in a string, displaying the dishes on the prepared tables. Folding chairs were propped out as well as blankets and mats spread out on the grass.

Villager had his pile of fireworks stacked together at a safe distance away from everything else, and gradually, all the Smashers trickled out into the yard. The sun was setting quickly, signs of stars already visible.

"This will be one hell of a night!" Captain Falcon gushed excitedly.

Kirby drooled at sight of the juicy burgers and hot dogs on the table. On the opposite end, King Dedede was doing the same. A campfire was set in the middle for toasting marshmallows and s'mores, and several coolers sat to the side where it housed numerous sodas, water, and juices. Finally, all preparations were complete.

BWEEEEP! Peach blew in a giant whistle, grabbing everyone's attentions. "Happy Independence Day everyone!" she twittered cheerily. "As we all know, we're here to celebrate the Fourth of July—"

"Can we just eat without always having to listen to a speech before it?"

"Yeah, I wanna eat."

"I'm hungry."

"Feed me!"

Alas, Peach never got to finish her speech as everyone dug in and started conversing with each other. She sighed, but shrugged it off as Mario offered her a cupcake.

"For you-a, Princess," Mario crooned.

"Aw thanks Mario!" Peach pecked him on his round nose.

Nearby, the Smash kids were digging into the sweets, devouring them hungrily. "You know," Nana piped up, "every holiday isn't so much as to celebrate it than for the food."

"Yup," the rest agreed, gobbling down their fifth cookie. The cookies were, needless to say, dwindling very quickly.

A couple tables away, Ganondorf had his own cookie. He stared at it intensely, taking in every fiber of the confection. So smooth… he marveled.

Finally, he prepared to eat it, bringing it to his mouth, awaiting the sure pleasurable taste to come—

"Can I have it?"

Displeased, the Gerudo turned to see Falco staring at the cookie. "No," he replied flatly. Ganondorf brought it to his mouth again…

…and stopped once more. He twisted his head to see Toon staring at the cookie, the plate of cookies completely empty behind him

. Ganondorf gave up his cookie without a second thought.

Nearby, Ryu watched the little Smashers flock to Ganondorf, each possessing some kind of food to feed to "Daddy."

"Here Daddy!"

"Have this, Daddy!"

"All yours, Daddy!"

Daddy? Ryu thought, confused. He looked from Ganondorf and then to the kids, the disturbing feeling exponentially growing. None of them didn't seem to very relate to Ganondorf…at all…

Ryu gawked some more. Wait, then who's the mother? Very disturbed, Ryu continued to watch them cling onto Ganondorf like glue. He was surprised the Gerudo wouldn't have kicked them to the moon by now.

"Hey." Samus appeared with a paper cup, juice sloshing around. "You having a good time?"

Ryu shrugged and jammed a thumb in Ganondorf's direction. "Just…watching that…family…?"

"Ah, nah, the kids call Ganondorf 'Daddy' because of one time he babysat them," Samus explained plainly. Ryu definitely couldn't imagine Ganondorf to babysit.

"Alright," he said simply.

"How're you coping so far in the Smash Mansion?"

"Wasn't until my third day that Robin finally told me what's going on."

"Ah…you lasted the longest without finding out how crazy this place is. Usually it takes newcomers a day or two to find out they ended up in a hellhole. You lasted for three days, which is quite impressive."

"Ignorance is bliss."

Samus and Ryu remained staring blankly into the vast distances before they heard a distant cackle.

"We're going to start the fireworks now!" Shulk called, earning excited gasps from the Smashers, each eager to see the cool firework show.

"Samus!" Ike called, beckoning to her from the other side of the refreshment table. "Come see the fireworks with me! And you can, uh, bring Ryu if you want to…"

Flashing Ike a thumbs up, the bounty hunter turned to Ryu. "Come if you'd like to see the fireworks." Waving, she parted with him and headed towards Ike. Secretly, she was actually a little excited to see the fireworks—they amazed her, not that she would tell anyone anything amazed her.

Villager knelt by his clutter of fireworks, preparing them to shoot into the sky. Arranging them, he carefully set a safe distance from the Smashers, because although it shouldn't concern him, people would surely maul him if he blew up someone's face. There were already a crowd of Smashers cluttered next to the fireworks, some making their selves comfortable by setting up chairs and mats on the grass for a nice view of the sky when the firework show came.

"Behold!" Ness said, suddenly in a magician's uniform, top hat and all. "The dignified fireworks! Ladies and gentlemen! Please, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the show! Don't wander too close though if you want to keep your noses! And save me some popcorn!" Cheerily, Ness stepped to the side, gesturing at Villager.

The mayor took the cue, and he prepared his up smash. Charging it all the way up, he prepared to release, surely to form fireworks of glorious dignity.

"Wait!—" Master Hand suddenly said.

Too late.

PEEEWWW! The fireworks shot out, faster than lightning. The Smashers cooed, watching what sort of shower of brilliance it was going to release—

BOOM!

It exploded, straight at the Smash Mansion, charring a giant fireball at one spot. (Specifically Master Hand's office.)

TAKE TWO

Villager charged up his up smash once more this time, farther away from the Smash Mansion. However, Pit, who was trying to catch a firefly, was shot squarely from underneath by the fireworks, foiling both their plans.

TAKE THREE

After Pit was hauled off to Dr. Mario, Villager tried again with the fireworks. There wasn't enough.

TAKE FOUR

Finally, everything was prepped. He had a generous pile of fireworks, no one was catching fireflies, and it was safely away from the Smash Mansion.

Meta Knight didn't like fireworks, though. He watched, unamused, as the gawking Smashers fawned over said fireworks. Looking up into the sky, he wondered. The most brilliant plan.

He could change the weather again, make it so depressing that the fireworks wouldn't stand a chance.

Carefully, stealthily, slowly, Meta Knight willed the clouds to come in, the rolling thunder—

"Nooooo!" Kirby dove at the masked puffball, wrestling him to the ground. "I know what you're thinking!" he said.

Meta Knight promptly shoved the pink puffball off. "Stay out of this and don't you dare tattle—"

Kirby held up a laptop he produced out of nowhere. Meta Knight paled under his mask. On the laptop screen was a clip of that one Kirby Right Back at Ya episode which depicted a certain masked puffball getting fatally pied. It was beyond humiliating.

"If you ruin the fireworks, I play this for everyone to see," Kirby threatened.

Meta Knight pretended he wouldn't give a hoot about it. "If you think that's going to stop me—"

"Don't protest otherwise I'll show everyone this too!" Kirby minimized the video and behind it, was a (prepared) picture off Meta Knight in that one cloud costume from their trip to Grandmaster Galaxy.

Now Meta Knight really couldn't let anyone see that. "Delete. Those," he ordered sternly.

"Only if you don't ruin the fireworks?"

Meta Knight glared deeper behind his mask. "Fine," he spat and crossed his arms.

Peeeewww!

The first of the fireworks were successfully released, and the Smashers watched in awe as they exploded in a giant shower of red. "Wooaah," the cooed, and even Meta Knight was a little glad Kirby stopped him from ruining the scene.

Rosalina was currently taking a selfie of herself with the fireworks behind her.

"I can-a help," Luigi offered, popping up next to her.

Smiling, Rosalina handed the camera to Luigi. He snapped a picture, timing it perfectly so that blue fireworks were exploding majestically in the back.

"Thank you," Rosalina said lightly.

Luigi smiled in return and was about to leave, but Rosalina tapped his shoulder again. When the plumber turned around to face her, she was holding the camera and asked, "Take a picture together?"

As the two posed for the picture with peace signs, nearby, Zelda relaxed lying on a blanket on the grass, staring up into the stars as fireworks creased the sky. She admired the raining crystals, the shimmering stars complementing them better than anything else.

Well, except for Link's face.

"Hey," he said, staring down at Zelda.

"Well hello," she replied. She scooted over. "Care to join?"

Link accepted graciously as he carefully maneuvered himself by the Hyrule princess. Relaxing, he laid down and stared up into the stars right when a new plume of fireworks were released, this time, fiery and bright.

"Celestial Firework!" the distant voice of Palutena was heard. It's gotten very dark now, and Zelda instinctively shivered from the night air, however, she was mildly surprised to feel Link's hand wrap warmly around hers.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much."

The two resumed spectating the fireworks, hand-in-hand. Zelda felt herself drift, the feeling of sleep seeping into her. "Hm…," she muttered comfortably.

Before long, the princess had fallen fast asleep, and the Hero soon noticed. Link gently planted a kiss on her temple before resuming staring up into the fireworks.

Samus watched the fireworks in awe, although she made sure her expression displayed disinterest. She was sitting idly on the grassy hill separated from the majority of the Smashers, her cup of juice sitting untouched next to her.

"How're you enjoying it?" Ike sat down next to her, offering her his biscuit when he realized she didn't have anything to eat at the moment. Samus broke it in half before returning one of the halves back to him.

"It's cool, I admit." She nibbled on the biscuit while Ike rested his elbows onto his propped up knees, staring at the fireworks as well. His eyes slid to the side, staring at the bounty hunter next to him, the dazzling explosions of fireworks reflecting in her eyes. Then he noticed that she only wore her Zero Suit, like she always did, but even Ike knew it was getting quite chilly for a summer night.

"Hey, aren't you cold?" he asked, Samus stiffening slightly.

"No," she replied simply, but Ike knew better. Samus was always prone to the cold, and he wasn't going to let that slide.

With that, Ike flipped his cape over Samus's shoulder, sharing it. Samus scooted closer, the warmth of the fabric finally winning her over. She briefly grazed Ike, but he felt just how iceberg cold she was.

"You're freezing," he stated straightforwardly. He wrapped a hand around her waist and pushed her in closer. Samus marveled over how warm the mercenary was, and she contently rested her head on his shoulder.

A couple refreshment tables down, Mario and Peach were sitting together, Mario gently feeding Peach a slice of cake.

"It tastes so much more divine when you do it!" Peach gushed.

Mario blushed, but continued feeding her. "Princess, I do-a have a great present for-a you," he said after a while. He had gotten the gift from earlier when he went out to one of his old worlds again…

"Oooh, really?" Peach squealed eagerly. "What is it?"

Mario grinned before standing up and suddenly tugging a bag from under the table. "It'll be-a our special-a surprise!" he said excitedly. "Now, prepare yourself Princess! This will be one big surprise!"

Peach watched, gloved hands clasped eagerly in front of her.

Casting one last glance, Mario finally opened the bag.

And out they went, one thousand blue shells from Mario Kart, freed from their restraints and propelling up into the sky, streaking the sky with blue.

"My personal firework-a show, just for you-a, Princess!" Mario cheered.

Peach dabbed her eyes from joy, watching the spectacular fireworks of blue shells coupled with regular fireworks. Conversations paused to admire the new display.

"Oh Mario, this is...this is absolutely brilliant!" She planted a big wet smooch on the plumber's cheek as he blushed madly.

"Woah, that's pretty cool, don't you think?" Lucina marveled to Robin, staring in awe at the show in the sky. She and him were off to the side next to the refreshment tables. So far, the two of them had spent the most time with each other, just savoring their company with the other.

Robin merely nodded as he watched the firework show. "Mmhm."

"Robin?" Lucina peered over at the tactician. He looked distant and a little preoccupied with something rather than enjoying the fireworks.

"Oh, ahem, yes?" Robin sputtered.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, um, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You don't seem like...yourself." Lucina stepped closer to him. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

Robin flinched slightly, but he quickly composed himself. Clearing his throat, he turned to the swordswoman besides her. "I'd just like you to try something."

"Try something?"

Hesitantly, Robin finally revealed what was hidden behind his back. It was a single cupcake. "The only one that turned out correctly," he said sheepishly, recalling his burnt hair and other eleven charred cupcakes saved dearly in his brain.

Lucina laughed warmly, amused by his struggles for one perfect cupcake as a light blush dusted Robin's cheeks.

"Thanks so much," she said after calming down. "You're still getting used to the oven?"

"Yeah...one piece of technology which I still need to get used to."

"Don't worry, even people who does know how to use the oven doesn't know how to use it correctly like Peach does." Lucina grinned, staring excitedly at the cupcake before murmuring, "Well, now I can safely say…"

And she suddenly produced her own cupcake.

"...I made one for you too."

Robin and Lucina stared alarmingly at each other, realizing both had endured the horrid struggles with the oven for the perfect cupcake for each other. With that, they traded their gifts and watched the fireworks together under the twinkling sky.


Ryu, Captain Falcon, Little Mac, and Ganondorf were currently chilling on a picnic blanket they set down separated from the other Smashers.

"Ah! Nothing better than watching fireworks on a calm day without anyone bothering us!" Captain Falcon sighed, using Ganondorf's leg as a pillow.

"Hm. I'm bored," Captain Falcon stated.

"Then go join the other Smashers. We'll be fine without your annoying blabbering," Ganondorf replied, kicking the other off his leg.

"Me? Annoying?" The racer put his hand over his heart as if he was hurt.

"Yeah, annoying. Got a problem with that?"

Their sarcasm diminished immediately as the two glared at each other, the light atmosphere extinguishing in a flash.

"Hey I got an idea! Let's not try not to fight and ruin another happy occasion alright?" Little Mac suggested, slightly irritated by having his normal evening destroyed yet again.

"You stay out of this, shorty—"

"Shorty?" Little Mac said, completely offended. "Who're you calling short?!"

Ryu sighed. It didn't take much to get each other riled up considering how immature and crazy everyone is. He tightened his facial muscles to stop a smirk from spreading across his face.

"You think this is funny?"

Apparently he hadn't covered it as well as he thought.

"Look I—" He was thrown off guard from a fist to his face.

"Now do you think it's funny!?"

Patience, Ryu thought, calming his nerves. He wasn't going to get mad over their silly comments.

"Pathetic! I bet you're just brawn with no brains! You made us miss fun by taking us out to eat and it wasn't even that good! I don't even know how you even got into Smash!"

Screw patience. With a pissed roar, he delivered a punch to Little Mac.

"YOU WANT SOME!?" Captain Falcon kicked Ganondorf who countered by tripping him. "Let's see how you like this!"

Ganondorf drew his arm back for his Warlock Punch while Captain Falcon drew back his for his Falcon Punch. Little Mac was busy firing up for his KO Punch. Ryu prepared himself for his ultimate attack, sure to shut everyone up once and for all.

"SHORYUKEN!" he hollered at the exact same time as Little Mac released his KO punch, Captain Falcon's Falcon Punch, and Ganondorf's Warlock Punch.

FROM AFAR

The Smashers and various couples were enjoying the for once peaceful evening when-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!

And what remained of the Smashers, Smash Mansion, Master Hand, the city, and the planet, were mere smithereens as the greatest firework of all was released, visible from Mars.

Hey, at least Mars had a glimpse of the Fourth of July fireworks.


A/N: For 101supertails for your awesome idea for a cookout for the Fourth of July! :DDD

Roy vs Roy, but then Roy&Roy vs. Fox&Marth, for Thehobkinauthor! ^_^

More Weegee Time, for DarkHero6661! =)

Meta Knight prepares to mess up the firework show by messing with the weather, but Kirby stops him, and Kirby threatens to show everyone Meta Knight gets pied, for ThePikaWither! XD

Mario brings 1000 blue shells as fireworks, for Thegeniusyoshi! :]

Finally, what happens when a KO punch, Falcon Punch, Warlock Punch, and Shoryuken goes off simultaneously...for a Guest! I think you have an account by the sound of it, but you wrote it under a guest name? Correct me if I'm wrong!

And I read your review, Witherbrine98, but it isn't in this chapter, just so you know! It'll be coming soon. :)

KILLER FLUFF EVERYWHERE! GAAAH! :3 :3 :3 Robin/Lucina, Ike/Samus, Mario/Peach, Luigi/Rosalina/ and Robin/Lucina! :3 :3 :3

Happy Independence Day! I wish you all the best.

-prowessMaster44