Bright lights flipped on, nearly blind Marth, who went sightlessly stumbling backward and tripping over Kirby.

            "I'll take on Zelda, Marth-babe. You take on marshmallow." Peach said, walking quickly towards Zelda.

            Marth stood up and looked at Kirby, who was just sitting there, smiling at him. "Kirby?"

            "Yes Marf?" Asked Kirby, who looked just about as delighted as the Toads.

            Marth shook his head, still wondering why Kirby hadn't attacked, "Aren't you going to fight?"

            Immediately Marth found himself inside a very very tight, pink, and wet room. "Marf tashtes like metal." He heard Kirby's voice echo, then was spat out in a slimy jumble onto the floor. He gazed up to see that Kirby was now wearing a blue wig, which looked remarkably like Marth's hairstyle, and a nice mini falchion to go along with it.

            Marth stood up, "So you're somewhat of a shape shifter, are you?" Marth asked. He just couldn't bring himself to hurt this adorable little fluff ball, but little did he know that Kirby was already charging up the shield breaker while he had been talking. Without warning, Marth was flung back into one of the platforms by Kirby's attack. "Youch!" He yelped mentally while regaining balance on his feet, and walking towards Kirby who was standing below him with his usual innocent smile. "You're a smart little—whoa!" Marth was slapped on his back to the ground as Kirby grabbed hold of his feet and tugged.

            "Marf ish weak." Kirby said, still having that very innocent grin about him. "Marf lets his guard down very eashily."

            "I suppose you're right." Said Marth, getting slowly to his feet, rubbing his backside and shoulder blades. "You're pretty strong for an eight inch tall ball of—gah!"

            Kirby tripped Marth. Again. Quickly afterwards, Kirby picked Marth up by the collar, leapt up into the air, and then flung Marth downward, landing on top of him, taking shape of a large stone.  

            "Oof!" was forced from Marth's mouth as he had all the wind knocked out of him (he was beginning to wonder if he'd have any organs left over at the end of the battle). But before he could move himself, Kirby changed back into himself (And Marth was very relieved that Kirby did not weight 70 pounds anymore) and picked Marth up by the cape, flinging him backward into the tallest platform.

            Marth stood up, finally figuring that this pink glob of whipped cream was not to be taken lightly. Yet still, not being able to bring himself to hurt Kirby, Marth flipped his blade so he would hit Kirby with the flat of his blade (Fearing he may totally slice Kirby in half if he tried with the blade). Before Kirby could eat him, smash him, or throw him around anymore, Marth smacked Kirby's head with the flat of his blade, but was reluctant to spot that it bounced right off.

Kirby stood still, and then shuddered. "What wush that?"

Marth blinked, then placed the flat of his sword on Kirby's head. He put pressure on it slightly, and squished Kirby to the ground, making him look like a balloon that had been squeezed in the middle, sort of pear shaped. All of a sudden, Kirby started giggling madly, as though he had a switch on his back that made him do different things.

"Are you alright?" Marth asked, removing his sword, beginning to laugh a little himself. Laughing always was sort of contagious…

"I…I ish…geeeeeeeeeheheheheeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kirby began, his eyes going haywire. He flopped on his belly and began pounding the ground insanely. Marth backed away, not too sure what to make of this. Kirby just lay there, laughing.

Marth heard some girly giggles coming from above his head, on the topmost platform, so he hopped up on the furthest to the right and looked at the middle platform. The two Princesses weren't exactly battling it out, but having more of a giggle/prod contest.

"Hehe…hey! That tickles!" Screeched Zelda as Peach poked her in the side.

"Ack! Don'…don't you dare!!!" Peach said, giggling nearly as madly as Kirby. Zelda was trying to prod Peach's stomach, and apparently that was Peach's weakest spot. Peach pulled Zelda's hair, and Zelda grabbed Peach's crown, waving it in front of her face. "Give that back!" Peach giggled, reaching for it, making Zelda back up.

"Hehehe! Wha--? Hey! Whoaaaaaa!" Zelda had backed up a little too far and lost balance, falling onto the furthest platform to the left. Before she had fallen, however, she had grabbed Peach's dress, making Peach fall with her.

Marth chuckled quietly. 'This is the way girls ought to fight…' he thought, watching them.

"Hey!" Peach said, still giggling as she got off of Zelda. She bent down and grabbed her crown, positioning it back on her head. "None of that! Or I'll have to steal your boooooooy friiiiiiiiend." Peach said, as though she were still a preteen taunting her best friend.

"What do you mean my booooooooy friiiiiiiiiend?" Zelda repeated, standing up gingerly. "You can't take Link, he's mine!" She said defensively.

"I was only joking! You know, I heard you two were in a bit of a quarrel last night and still are. Seriously, girl, I think you should give him up…" Peach said, folding her arms and rolling her eyes.

"I know you can't stand him…but…I can't help it if he's overly-charming." Zelda said, pushing Peach playfully, half telling her to stay off the subject.

"So what happened yesterday? What have you guys been fussing over this time? Did Marth whoop his butt again yesterday in the guest room? Huh? Huh? Did he, did he??" Peach asked, winking and nudging Zelda with her elbow.

"No!!" Zelda said, beginning to blush. She couldn't deny that Marth was one heckuva butt-whooper. "You know, I think the only reason Link lost to Marth was because—"

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! Came the alarm, making Marth jump and nearly fall off the platform. He had gotten so caught up in…sort of…eaves dropping, even though he knew he wasn't supposed to. It was against his conduct, really.

"Sudden death!" The Hand's voice boomed through the speakers again.

'Uh oh…' Marth thought. He hopped down towards Kirby, who was just now sitting up and wiping his eyes, which had teared up from his hysteretic-ness.

"'ayo Marf. It wush a good battle, but you win." Kirby said, giving Marth a wide grin.

"But didn't you hear? It's sudden death. Neither team managed to knock anyone off the stage." Marth said, wondering what Kirby would say about this.

"I know, Marf, I ish not deaf. But once you loosh your title of unbeaten, once you get knocked off…it ish no ushe. I will go now, sho you may keep your unbeaten title for now. But once you loosh it, we will haf a fair fight, ok, Marf?" Kirby said.

"But that's unfair towards you! Losing just because I'm unbeaten? I've only fought twice since I've gotten this job." Marth said, hardly believing his ears that his own opponent would fall off on purpose just to let him keep his unbeaten title.

"And dat ish de way you musht keep your unbeaten title. Just keep fighting and keep your unbeaten title and people will glory you. Glory glory glory." Kirby repeated, suddenly jumping off the edge before Marth could do anything.

Marth was left rather confused, a little disappointed that there wasn't much of a battle, but also happy that Kirby was cheering for him. He heard noise from above, the two Princesses were deciding who'd go.

"I'll go."

"No, I'll go!"

"Come on! Quit being all noble, babe. You ALWAYS want to give up because of me." He heard Peach say.

"Peach, I've already lost once…it's no use keeping this up." He heard Zelda saying pretty much what Kirby had been saying. He never realized being "unbeatable" was so important around here.

"Zelda-babe, you haven't lost! You've only fought once and it was a draw, remember? Mr. Gentleman let you draw so you wouldn't have to humiliate yourself like your stupid boy friend did." Peach negotiated.

"So you're going to throw away your perfect title just so I can fight for the rest of the year, humiliated because some new guy took up for me?" Zelda put up an excuse.

"Girl! Come on!!" Peach snorted. "He was jus' bein' sweet! If you don't want him, I'll take him! Gladly!" Peach laughed.

Zelda laughed as well, "Take him? Who said I wanted him…" Zelda trailed off, sounding a little sarcastic.

"Well, I'm goin' whether you like it or not!" Peach declared, finally setting the subject back on track.

"How about we go at the same time? Surely Kirby and Marth have battled it out below already, right? It'll just be a surprise who wins." Zelda said, now sounding like an immature preteen making friends with a Barbie doll.

Marth just stood there, not sure what to do. Suddenly two pink dresses with blonde hair flailing behind them went zooming down into the pit before his eyes.

"GAME!!" The master hand shouted. "And this game's winner is…" The Master Hand trailed off. "The red team!!!"

Marth gazed down at his clothes. He had forgotten that he had used his blue and white cape the day before, then his green cape for dinner. He had his red cape now, and hadn't even realized that his team had been given a name.

"Jigglypuff! Pichu! Yoshi! Mewtwo!" the glove called around the room, after drawing four names from a bowl with slips of paper in it. "This round will be every man for himself!"

"Hmmf! Great! All my talents gone to waste! I could be battling great warriors when I'm settled with a green dinosaur plushie, a ball of elastic, and a yellow electric rat!!!" Mewtwo fussed, hovering up the steps. "Youch! Ow! Hey! Watch it!" He suddenly broke his focus on floating and fell to the ground as Pichu zapped his tail with a small electric vine, Jiggly puff threw her green headband around his neck and pulled him to the ground, and Yoshi cracked an egg on his head.

Marth chuckled and walked past the harassed Mewtwo and gang, and towards the food table, having not eaten that morning.