Mario: Well…biggie ape aren't you?
DK:…
Mario: Forest is big.
DK:…
Mario: Yep, really big.
DK: (in ape gibberish) Doesn't he ever shut up?
Mario: Wha-hey, I a heard that!
DK freezes. How does the fat plumber know ape gibberish?
DK: You speak my language?!
Mario: Nooooo…
Both characters wait staring awkwardly at each other, but a puzzle is revealed in the sky.
Mario: Look! The stars are a falling!
DK: Huh? Both of us understanding each other, stars falling, what is the meaning of all this?
Mario: I don't know, but I say we take a look. The stars are a falling to that one hill in the distance.
Mario and D.K. agree with simple nods and heads off in the distance.
Meanwhile in far reaches of the universe…
"THIS IS MY CATCH!"
Two spacecrafts weave in and out of meteors with fine precision and grace chasing over a Space Pirate ship full of illegal Tarbinger slaves, outlawed in Code 25908-G35 Drin-Kril Act of the 41st Providence.
Fox McCloud: Look lady, I was assigned to this mission. This is my hunt.
The person in the other craft stays silent and focuses on avoiding the meteor showers.
Fox McCloud: Hey, I said this was MY hunt. Do you even have a registration or license code? It's not showing up in my scan. You're not going to save those Tarbing-
Samus Aran: I don't care about those slaves.
Fox: What? Then what are you doing? Chasing them for a drill ride! Meteor incoming!
The giant meteor barely misses Fox and Samus as they continue through the hazardous chase.
Samus: There's something worse inside that ship. I'm going to get it before…
Fox: Look lady, I am officially sanctioned by the Patriach of the Drin-Krillian Committee to save those Tarbinger slaves.
Samus: Well, their jurisdiction ended two star quadrants ago. You're not in your territory anymore. This is mine!
Fox: Hey, I'm on a chase. It's legal to cross borders on chases. Besides I'm from the Lylat System, not the Drin-Kril. I was suppose to be on vacation!
Samus: Vacation? Funny… anyway there's nothing legal in my sector.
Fox: Well that blows, eh?
Samus: Welcome to my world.
The Space Pirate ship begins to take sharp turns and finally out of the meteor shower and turns the Black Garden Belt, a forbidden space area.
Samus: Holy Metroid…
Fox: What?
Samus: They're going to the Black Garden Belt…
Fox: And?
Samus: It's a series of black holes from here. The gravitational pull of on of those holes is intense. My systems read 11% chance of survival.
Fox: Guess those Space Pirates are willing to die then.
Samus: They never die.
She zooms off to the Black Garden Belt.
Fox: Whoa…she's crazy.
A crackling noise begins to disrupt his headset as he adjusts the frequency of his headset to catch the signal.
Slippy: Fox, can you hear me.
Fox: Roger, I hear you.
Slippy: Did you catch them?
Fox: Negative, seems like some chick bounty hunter is after them, too.
Slippy: What's her license code?
Fox: Unregistered.
Slippy: Ohhhh…so what's the status.
Fox: Apparently, she chased after them into a series of black holes. My system reads very low percentage of survival, so I'm backing off a bit.
Slippy: I'm downloading your craft's system log right now, wait a bit….oh my…
Fox: Oh my what?
Slippy: I believe that bounty hunter was Samus Aran.
Fox: Who?
Slippy: Holy! You don't know of Samus Aran?
Fox: No.
Slippy: Here's a picture of her without the armor, it's the only registered copy.
Fox: Whoa…momma. Well then, I'm going after her.
Slippy: That's dangerous!
Fox: Hey, the system said I didn't have any chance to survive.
With that, Fox turns on his afterburners and blasts into the Black Garden Belt. He adjusts his frequency until voices can be heard though the set.
Tsssskkkhhssshkhkh….shewwww….Gwa-hahahahaha….shewww…Well exc-c-c-c-c-use me princess….tsshkkk…shissssh…Momma mia….tssishsikkk…shisssshewww…the…project is complete….She is alive…tssskkk…shewww…Mother Br……….shewwww…
Fox: System is going haywire! Status report?
System's A.I.: 75% functional. Declining support. Danger capacity in 1 minute 35 seconds.
Fox: Hello Slippy? Anyone? Hello? Samus?
Tsssssssskkkshew…Stars give wishes and wishes I demand….sheww… Bring forth all evils tsssshhewuuuunnninininish…onto this land. Nothing will make sense…pisipipsishi… nothing will be right. But …sowowoshewshish…I will command all, day and night!
A brilliant flash of light explodes from one of the black holes as the ships red alert status begins to sound off.
Ship's A.I.: Danger. Danger. Critical levels.
Fox: Diagnostic report?!
A.I.: Cannot repair internally. Please evacuate immediately.
Fox: Great, the things I do for love!!!!
A flash of light explodes from nowhere and heads straight towards the ship. It is so powerful and intense that the ship merely turns to dust after the impact. The stars begin to shift a little. The color of the open space begins to change. Horace has opened the doors to all the universes.