It was two hours after the shower began to run. Roy was laying in his bed, all bundled up in the multiple layer of blankets. He was enjoying himself in a book that he snagged off of Marth's bookcase. It was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling. Marth is a huge fan of the Harry Potter series and would spend as much time as posible to read a new book. Roy listened carefully to the shower while reading about the protagonist's experience in a wizarding school. The ail swordsman listened carefully to the shower so that he can return the book back to where it belonged. He knows that Marth would totally have a cow if he saw Roy with the book, coughing on the pages once in a while. One of the things Marth hates is his stuff getting contaminated with an illness.
Down the hallway, a happy voice was chanting loudly. "BREAKFAST TIME! BREAKFAST TIME!" was what the voice was chanting. Also, the sound of banging on the doors can be heard.
"C'mon, guys! It's BREAKFAST TIME!!!" shouted Kirby. He ran down the hallway and got to Marth and Roy's room.
"Oh, man... that Snape dude's creepy. He seems to be worse than Lord Vold-- I mean, You-Know-Who," coughed Roy.
Kirby slammed the door open and shouted "BREAKFAST TIME!!! ROY, GET UP!!! TIME TO EAT!!!" Roy dropped the book in surprise and looked at Kirby.
"I'm sick, Kirby... Marth'll be out in a sec," he mumbled.
Just as he had spoken, Marth emerged from the bathroom, dressed in all blue. He had on a navy blue T-shirt that bore the logo of the baseball team, the Los Angeles Dodgers, faded blue jeans, and blue tennis shoes.
"Oh, good morning Kirby. Please keep a distance from Roy because the flu is very conta--" started Marth.
"BREAKFAST TIME!!! BREAKFAST TIME!!! GRAB SOME FOOD!!!" Kirby interrupted Marth.
"Erm... okay...," said Marth. He turned to Roy, who shoved the book under the blankets, and said "Stay in bed, Roy. I'll bring up something for you."
"Okie-dokie, Articho--" Roy let out a loud hacking cough before he could finish his sentence.
"Key?" added Kirby.
Marth's eyes were wide with fear as he looked at Roy. "I'll go now." He ran down the stairs and into the large kitchen/dining room.
The kitchen was large enough for a restaurant staff, plus it was also a large dining room for all the Smashers to sit down and have meals together. The walls were covered in earth-toned paint and the floor was made of oak wood. Most of the Smashers were all gathered around the large wooden table where all the food was at. There was several different dishes for everyone.
Zelda was taking a sip of her orange juice when she noticed Marth. "Morning. Where's Roy?"
"He's sick in bed," answered Marth.
Falco was spreading grape jelly on a piece of toast. "Oh, so he's in no condition to light anything on fire?" he joked.
Samus was helping herself to some chorizo and eggs when she decided to add in her two cents. "Falco, just because he's a pyromaniac, it DOESN'T mean that he torches random things everyday."
"Well, he did torch that Mr. Resetti trophy that one time...," muttered Falco while his eyes were wide.
Mario, who was drinking coffee, asked aloud "So, what's the plan for today?"
Mr. Game & Watch was leaning backwards on his chair with his arms folded behind his head. "Free day. Spar with someone, watch TV, play games..."
"GO SHOPPING!" cried Peach, Zelda, and Samus in unison with starry eyes.
"Oh no! PLEASE NO!!!" sobbed Link.
Marth chuckled at the fear-stricken Link, but started to cough a little bit. He began to feel a little warm, so he wiped his face. He felt his forehead and his eyes grew wide with fear. Oh, no! he thought to himself. Please... not NOW!