Author's Note - Wow, have I made a lot of people angry! I have the potential of a politician! Guess some explanations are up for... explaining.
Star Fox Adventures has not taken place in this story at all. I've played the game and beaten it (I'd try to proof it but that isn't necessary and it would a spoiler for those who haven't beaten it). The reason why Krystal is an alternate morph for Zelda is because Zelda is Fox's love interest here! If Krystal shows up as another character, all it does is complicate things! I may one day write a Fox/Krystal story but not for this one. Those of you who don't like it, tough luck; it's my fanfiction (at least I'm not slaughtering them, you've gotta give me credit for that). If you want to continue complaining about Krystal and Star Fox Adventures, I can't stop you; go right ahead, and xehjovoukxohj ke oei if you do!
About eye colors: Ness and Zelda are blue, got it. A lot of fictional characters have blue eyes, ever notice that? Mario, Zelda, Ness, Krystal, Falco, Slippy, Tricky, Peach, Kirby, Misty, Fox with Krazoa Spirit, etc. And Katt's name is Monroe, right-o.
This is my first draft of the story, you all should know. When I finish it, I'll be going back and changing things; I'm not really aiming for publication here. All offending remarks from previous chapters have been removed but this ones stays. Calo nakx ak.
That's all I have to say. Xulo vid houtadq!

Disclaimer - I do not known any of the characters from any of the games or TV shows that they are from. I don't own anything, except for a little stuffed doll of Yoshi that I bought with my own money, so it's all mine; my precious!


Chapter 7 - Arrival At The Airport

*Mr. Game & Watch*

At the cafeteria of the Melee HQ, things seemed normal. A census taker was asking the Smashers whom they wanted to join Melee, friends were chatting with each other, and Pichu and I were dressed as Link and Young Link, singing a Mel Brooks song.
We're men! We're men in tights! we sang as we paraded around, singing as loud as we could.
Needless to say, Link was NOT amused. He ignored us, and keep looking angrily over at Zelda, who was trying very hard to suppress her laughter. Everyone else seemed to like our performance, even Young Link.
After we had tuckered themselves out, we finally sat down to have lunch. Then the census taker approached us and asked us who we wanted to recruit from our home worlds.
More women! We demand additional women!
My voice rang out around the cafeteria, which was good. I wanted that; I wanted my request to be heard!
The lady who was asking people which new members could join Melee raised an eyebrow to my statement. She looked down at Pichu, and asked, Same for you?
No, not really- he started, but I interrupted.
Quiet, you fool! I'm single! And desperate! We need more women! All we have are Peach, Samus, a couple female Pokémon, and Zelda! ... And Krystal. Does Krystal count?
Zelda's new alter-ego was a roaring success. She not only had boosted in polls to the favorite Smasher but also had creamed everyone in the second tournament (including me but I came close, really I did). She seldom transformed into Sheik and always seemed to be uncomfortable. That doesn't surprise me, seeing as to how tight Sheik's outfit is.
I think counting Krystal is fair, Pichu added. She always to be like a completely different person than Zelda to me.
What about men? the lady asked me, sounding amused by all this.
You've got enough men! I continued to roar. You cannot swing a dead squirrel around without hitting a man! Fox, Marth, Roy, Link, Falcon, Mario, Luigi... forget Melee, we can do The Bachlorette!
The lady chuckled at this, then said, Well, let me know if you have anyone in mind. How about you, cutie? she turned to Pichu, whose ears shot up at cutie.'
Are you talking to me? Pichu asked incredulously. You meant Mr. Game & Watch, right?
I haven't been called me cutie' since I had a 2-D pacifier stuck in my mouth, dude.
Nobody ever calls me that anymore! At least, not after my opinion on Jar Jar leaked out!
I never was that interested in Star Wars in the first place, the lady said honestly.
Pichu beamed at her. An indifferent opinion was better than a negative one to him. He started to say his requests but I didn't listen much. I was too busy thinking of who I could request to join Melee.
No one back at Flat Zone was really a fighter. I only joined because the authority figures wanted Flat Zone to be known again; we had been very popular about twenty years ago, but drifted into the back, just another form of life that has two dimensions.
At first, they wanted to send the Octopus! Can you believe that? That giant, slime beast with too many arms that tried to grab you if you happened to be treasure-hunting! When I heard about this, I ran to them, exclaiming that I would be a much better choice. I had had past jobs in everything that had made Flat Zone famous: cook, fireman, cleanup crew, manhole replacer, mole whacker, scuba diver, racer, bug exterminator, sky diver, animal care, locksmith, juggler, and bell ringer. They at first thought that I was applying for a job and was sounding off my resumé.
When they sent me, Flat Zone became immediately popular again. Everyone was intrigued by my flatness (hee hee hee), and by my wide variety of moves. People back home send me fan mail, saying how I am the perfect 2-D man to represent Flat Zone; that makes me blush, which is hard to do. The jokers like to add how my flatness is an inspiration to them all, especially the women (ha ha ha, just kidding).
When I first met Pichu, we instantly got along as well as... er, well, I don't know any of those stupid analogies that some people use. I make up my own, so I'll just say Pichu and I get along very well. Pretty darn well; that's how we get together.
The others are all fine, save the pole-nosed Ganondork and fat-faced Cowser. Fox is really cool but he hasn't been in good spirits ever since Falco's death, and I cannot blame him. Zelda's a real charmer, one whom turns heads everywhere, full 360 even; yet I heard she is a pretty slow learner or something like that. Everyone else is cool in their own way.
Now we are going to have new members to group. I believe that the heads of Melee are nothing but politically correct men and women who only care about ratings. Mario's the only one of us Melee members who has some say in it, since he has been around for so long. There's just no arguing with Mario; he's the man.
So who do you think will be entered into our tournament? Pichu asked me. He had apparently finished chatting with the lady, who was now talking to Peach, Luigi and Mario.
Dunno. Hey, let's go talk to Fox. There's an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 on in two days!
But the new battlers come to the airport at the same time MST3K is on!
So? They're not going to pick anyone we want to join! You should know that!
Well, maybe. I'd still like to go, dude.
After conversing the matter for a while, we decided to recycle the matter (I don't throw away stuff when it can be used to make brand-new conversations in the future). We both headed over to Fox, who was in his usual Deep In Thought' mood.
Hey Fox, Zelda wants your hand in marriage, I told him as we sat down.
He quickly shushed me, glancing frantically, whom was sitting closer than I thought. Sheesh, Game & Watch, are you trying to have him kill me?
Link pays 750 Rupees to whomever kills an admirer of Zelda, and we need the money for MST3K DVDs, Pichu explained. They're expensive, you know!
Well, so long as my death goes to a good cause, Fox joked back.
Speaking of the show, I spoke up, it's on in two days. Wanna see it?
Fox shook his head vigorously. No way, man. I love it and all but I want to see the new Smashers.
Someone coming from your universe? asked Pichu.
Yep! Slippy volunteered as soon as he found out. He's been aching to join Melee, and the action here will keep his mind, and probably mine too, off of Falco's death.
The vulpine teen was quiet for a few seconds, then continued, I just talked to him two hours ago, and the conversation was as long. We had a lot of things on our minds, and everything just came spilling out. He's one of my closest friends, you know.
Sounds like he's a shoo-in, I remarked.
Yeah, the Melee producers want another Lylat contestant. Seems strange, as Zelda's Krystal form is like a Lylatian.
A damn sexy one to boot!
Game & Watch! exclaimed Pichu in mock disgust. Do watch your crappy language! Fox chuckled, then leaned back in his chair.
Still got the hots for Miss Pretty In Blue? I joked but Fox gave a little glare at me as a warning.
She based her new morph off of you, dude! Pichu chirped. You cannot say that she's not interested in you! Or maybe Krystal's interested in you! You can't tell!
You know, Slippy said the exact same thing, Fox commented, staring down at his food, Well, the first part of what Pichu said, that is. I told him all about my crush on Zelda ever since I got here, and he said that I should try to ask her out. When I told him about Link, he didn't encourage the matter anymore.
I shrugged. Well, we aren't about to tell you to commit lower-level adultery, dude. Just be patient, and pretty soon, Zelda will be begging you to French kiss her!
Pichu and I ran from Fox's playful swat, laughing and making smooching sounds all the way.
ALWAYS ON GUARD DEFENDING THE PEOPLES' RIGHTS! I exclaimed as I left the cafeteria.

*Fox McCloud*

After lunch, I dialed Slippy's intergalactic number; he answered it on the second ring. He looked flushed and extremely happy, which was a great sight. The fact that there was good news, for I had not heard any in a long time.
Hey, Slippy, what's happening? I asked him, a grin creeping onto my face.
Fox! I made it! I'm gonna be in Melee! he cheered. He was practically jumping up and down with joy; Slippy was always one to get overexcited.
That's great, Slip'! It's going to be great to see you again face to face!
Yeah, it sure is! Just don't tell anyone, okay? I really wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but I figured that I could tell you and all. The people at Melee seem to be pretty stern; boy, their representative was rude! You should have heard him, Fox!
Slippy then dropped his high-pitched voice to a dumb-sounding, low-key person, saying things like, You are not allowed to converse with others about blah blah and blah blah! The impersonation made me laugh out loud.
After he was done, Slippy's face suddenly became grim. Hey, Fox, have they found out anything about..., you know, Falco?
I sighed and said, Nope, nothing yet, buddy. I'm clueless myself.
Dropping the matter quickly, Slippy started to talk about Katt. He said that she was doing fine but seeing a psychiatrist because of her emotional problems. The topic was depressing, but it was good to hear that she was recovering.
So, Fox buddy, Slippy said after he was done telling me about Katt, tell me about my new Melee pals!
I grinned, and started with Mr. Game & Watch and Pichu. Slippy wanted to hear every detail, just like he does when he builds things. He seemed intrigued by Game & Watch being 2-D, and wanted to know how a being like him like that survived.
Beats me, I told him. When I asked him, he said, Yeah, me too'.
I then told him about Ganondorf and Bowser, warning him about their attitudes. The bandages had all come off by now, but it still hurt to move my wrist; I was just glad it had recovered fully. Then I told him about Mewtwo, who was a shady character whom seemed to not be on the polite side either. After explaining the less-than-friendly members, I told him about everyone else, saving Zelda for last since he knew about her.
Has she broken up with her boyfriend yet? Slippy asked me.
No, not yet.
Bummer, Fox. From what you told me about Link, he doesn't sound like the warmest guy.
You just need to know him better, I said, trying to convince myself at the same time.
Well dude, don't lose faith! ..., he paused for a minute to look at his watch. Woah, Fox, I gotta go! I have to pack, say good-bye to everyone, and a million other things! The flights going to be long, and I doubt that I'll have many people to talk to! See you in two days, Fox!
Bye, Slip'! I called, waving good-bye until the screen went black. I sighed happily, and hung up the speaking phone. It was great to hear Slippy, and his usual excited, perky self. When he got here, I couldn't wait to introduce him to everyone, show him Mystery Science Theater 3000, and the Melee arena. He was going to absolutely love the technology, and he could maybe even help with it. I'd love to see him create new virtual-reality maps.

*Third-Person, Two Mornings Later*

At the airport near the Melee stadium, a great brouhaha was taking place. Everyone was either scrambling to get to their flights, to get off of their flights, or to catch a glimpse at the new Smashers. Since many races were at the airport, there was no telling who the new Smashers may be, unless they were a familiar face. The Smashers had all arrived on a large, unnamed cargo ship in order to stay incognito until arrival. Still, some of them were recognized quickly, for they were known throughout the galaxy.
Passport, please, an usher with a slightly snooty tone said to an alien being. A furry hand extended, handing over the said passport. The usher looked at it, then at the large, bear-like creature. One of the new Smashers?
replied the creature.
The usher scoffed a little. Quite frankly, he didn't care about the Smashers or the Melee; he never found such things like combat to his taste. Also, he found it quite obnoxious that they treated the Pokémon like if they were equal to humans. Pokémon were meant for capture and being used by humans; since when did they get to be the ones to make calls? Equally disgraceful was that they had let some upstart Pichu into Melee, which was insulting to him as an adult. A baby Pokémon having those kinds of privileges? It was disgraceful to humans and other races everywhere!
The bear-like Smasher shifted a little, which made his belongings, which were draped all over him, clatter and clank. The big keg of ale he was carrying sloshed, and some dripped out onto the clean floor.
the usher hissed haughtily at him, there is no alcohol allowed here!
Oh, that's all right, the new Smasher chuckled; he had a thick Chinese accent. They let me bring this along for the ride! I gave some to the workers on the plane, and they all loved it!
Then, right on cue, the loud shouting and giggling of a bunch of drunks came from another part of the airport. Security tried to calm them down, but the workers were so wasted they proved to be quite a handful. The usher was appalled but the large being in front of him chuckled and walked off to find his contact; he had been informed that it would be the other Smashers.
If there was anything the usher could not stand, it was unorganized chaos! Yet these new Smashers seemed to be walking plagues of it. The one lady who had checked with him had drawn a very large, noisy crowd. There were two tough guys who had been pushing and shoving through the crowd, knocking people over and picking fights. A mysterious creature that was very short had hid behind a black cape and spoke very little. A monkey had been leaping and climbing all over the walls and handrails for fun. Now there were employees drunk as skunks because of another of those Smashers! What could be worse?
Hey, buddy!
The usher snapped out of his thoughts, and suddenly noticed the guy standing in front of him. His blond hair formed a ridiculous lump in front, and he had a boyish grin stretched across his face. He was extending his hand with a passport. The usher practically snatched the card, then looked at the grinning guy with incredulous bitterness.
Your passport says that your job is Professional Pirate'! he snapped.
Yep, I sure am! said the guy, pointing at the usher cheerfully. The best pirate there is! I am, and my wife can allege this for me, a mighty pirate!
the usher replied mockingly. Well, we don't need your sort here. Please leave before I call security.
The guy's smile faltered, but he also shrugged indifferently. Heh, like I haven't heard that one before. Listen dude, I'm one of the new Smashers.
Oh, really? the usher said with mock surprise. They've sunk to hiring petty criminals for combat?
Hey! I said I'm a mighty pirate, not some pickpocket you pick from a tavern! Speaking of taverns, are they any around here?
This is an airport, sir, snapped the usher.
Well then, I'll- the guy stopped when his eyes wandered off, and spotted the bear-like creature who had just departed. When he saw the keg the creature held, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and he let out a large cheer!
Wowee! They have guys who hand out free Grog here! Wait up, Mister Beer Bear! Bye, rude usher dude!
Before the usher could stop him, the pirate ran after the bear-like creature. The usher was now very frustrated, and shouted at the man to come back.
I'll call security! Come back here, you little miscreant-
Excuse me!
The perplexed usher whirled around to see who was speaking, and it was a robot! A golden one to boot, and the usher grew even more furious! You are a service robot! You... you dare have the nerve to tell me what to do?!
Boy, are you uptight! Hey, I'm one of the Smashers, and-
THAT'S IT! I've had with you Smashers! I'm calling security!
He stormed off to the phone and picked it up but a strong hand slammed it back into place. I would not do that if I were you.
The usher turned to see a fiery-like creature smirking at him. How dare you?! the usher spat. You have no right to-
Correct, o' Mister Snooty, you have no right to behave this way! Or your face look that way, for the same matter. Now I suggest you let that robot and me pass, or I'll shove my passport into one of your orifices! And it won't be the ear!
Are you threatening me?
No, I normally assure severe pain to those I chat with.
The usher opened his mouth to reply but then saw something that stopped him short: the creature had a long tail with a burning fire at the tip. The usher had always feared fire, ever since he was involved in a dramatic event where he was almost severely burned. Now he was very nervous. P-Please, go ahead!
Thank you, dickweed, the creature said politely, and then headed back to the robot. Let's go, dude! Melee is waiting!
The robot and fiery creature headed off for the exit, and the usher went back to his post, still shaken. When someone handed him a passport, he shouted in fear and surprise.
A security guard then ran up to the usher. Alert security! We have a big problem with one of the Smashers!
The usher almost sobbed in frustration. How much worse could this day get?

*Mr. Game & Watch*

Forty Smashers in total!
Mario was making small talk as we waited for the new Smashers. He tapped his foot, a bit impatient. Can you believe that? I-a always-a thought twenty-five was a lot and then they-a bring the maximum up to forty! How can we keep track of that?
Beats me, Mario dude, Pichu said. Hey, you know who has been invited! Tell us who's coming!

There were twenty-five of us standing behind the security gates, holding large signs that basically said, Welcome, new Smashers! and We cannot wait to kick your butts along with these guys here too! (Actually, that was my sign.) We had to wait for each of the Smashers to get through security and the registration, all that nonsense. Only Mario knew who the new ones were, for he was, as I've said before, part of the counsel.
Come on, tell us! Pichu was practically begging him. I want to know if my friend got in! Can you give me a hint?
I will say that some of the new Smashers-a are from places we've never even heard of!
Fine then, Mewtwo's psychic voice invaded our minds. Let us just get this over with. I really do not want to stand around this airport all day!
Why you so cranky, Mewtwo? Yoshi asked it innocently.
Mewtwo didn't answer; it was staring off into space right after it had spoken like it always does. I couldn't help but notice it was scratching at a small red sore on his arm.
What's that, Mewtwo? I asked him. Cut yourself shaving?
Mewtwo glared at me, then grumbled, If you must know, I woke up with this damn sore this morning. I think it's a bug bite or something.
Peach repeated, sounding disgusted and frightened. There are bugs loose in our rooms? UGH!
Then there was a yelp of joy, which came from an exceptionally deep voice: Donkey Kong's.
You don't eat bugs, do you, DK? I asked him incredulously.
exclaimed DK. I snapped my head over to see a monkey wearing a red cap and t-shirt bounding towards the larger gorilla. The gorilla embraced him with a hug. How are you? Was the flight good?
The best, Uncle Donkey! chirped the monkey.
Awww, how cute, I heard Zelda coo, and Peach also fawning over the moment. I'm immune to mushy moments, being a guy and all.
Next, two men headed towards us. Both were dressed in overalls and looked very sneaky; the main difference between the two was that one was short and terribly fat, and the other was as lanky as a pipe cleaner.
the fat one acknowledged as he approached our own leader, extending a fat but strong-looking hand; he was wearing a sinister grin on his face.
Mario was scowling at the new member but extended his hand in return. he addressed him.
Hey, Luigi! the taller one cackled. Have you any new brain cells to brag about now?
Nice to see you too, Waluigi, grumbled Luigi.
I nudged Pichu and said, Looks like we have more trouble. Those two will get along just fine with Ganondork and Bow-

The airport seemed to shake as Bowser's powerful voice made the walls tremble, and the floor quaked as he stomped towards Waluigi, pointing an accusing finger at him. You... YOU! the King of Koopas sputtered again.
Who are you calling a you you'? Waluigi sneered back at Bowser.
You are now in Melee?! That's good for me, for now I'll get my revenge! I haven't forgotten that beating you gave me during that party! The one where you stole what was rightfully mine, and in MY style too!
Tough luck, chump! Guess you'll just have to try to avenge your scarred pride on the battlefield, Bowstooge!
You know I will, Wa... Wa... Waloogie! I am so going to kick your-

A young but menacing voice snapped Bowser away from Waluigi. I looked too, and to my surprise, a younger, smaller version of Bowser was standing in front of us!
Bowser's eyes lit up with joy, the first kind of happiness I'd seen from him yet that did not come from others' pain. he cried out in joy, and went to embrace his son. He picked him up and darn-neared squeezed him to death but Bowser Jr. did not seem to mind.
Are you ready to face Mario again? Bowser said to his son.
Sure am, poppa!
Excuse me! Someone with a thick Chinese accent called out. A large panda walked towards us, waving a furry paw. He was wearing what looked like ancient Chinese armor, and was carrying two objects: a large staff and a keg of ale. Many assortments were attached to his belt and back. Are you the new Smashers?
Yes, we are..., Marth started, who looked very puzzled. Um..., who might you be, good sir?
My name is Chen Stormstout, humble brewmaster from Pandaria! I have traveled far and wide for good ale, which led me on a historic journey! My deeds in helping a race survive caught the attention of Melee, it would seem! I know that I will enjoy it here at Melee!
Nice to meet you too, Chen! Mario said as he shook his hand. However, not many of us here drink alcohol-
WHOA BOY! HIC! Dat's... dat's good shtuff, Nech! Err, Chen! Wheee!
A young man swaggered towards us, trying to walk in what seemed like twenty directions at one point. He had a large bundle of blond hair at the front of his head, and dressed in a white, long-sleeved shirt and blue pants.
Allow me to introdush myshelf! I am Bygrush Weepthrood... errr, Gushbry Woodthreep. No, it is Guybrush Threepwood! I would like to shay that Chen here ish the greatest man... panda... to ever walk de earth! YESH! Applaud for him, ladies and gentshs! He then fell to the floor, giggling and hiccuping.
The others stared at Guybrush with incredulous looks on their faces, except for me. I smiled and said, I like him.

A female voice then cried out; at last, women! I looked up from the collapsed Guybrush to see a young lady wearing a long, yellow dress running towards us as best she could in her high heels.
Peach called out to her friend. She held out her arms, ready to hug her upcoming friend. However, Daisy never saw Guybrush on the floor, tripped over him, and crashed to the floor.
Peach, Luigi and Mario run over to help her up. The bronze-skinned princess stood up on her feet slowly with their help, her blue eyes rolling around in a dazed state.
she moaned. What happened?
From down on the ground, I heard Guybrush laugh, Shee? Women are alwaysh falling for me! Hee hee hee!
These are the Melee Members? came a voice from afar. Tripping over each other? I hope you all have more grace in battle!
The newest member looked a lot like Kirby, only he looked nothing like him. He wore a long black cape, a gray mask over his face, and yellow eyes glowed from the slit in a hard but not menacing way. He then approached Kirby, and extended one of the hands he was hiding from view. Master Kirby, it is a pleasure to see you again.
Kirby smiled happily as he shook the dude's hand. He then looked up at all of us and said, This is Meta Knight. He's a friend of mine!
Suddenly, there was a blast of wind that made me shield my eyes from the cutting gust. When I looked again, there was a blue hedgehog wearing red sneakers standing in front of us, smirking the hell out of the situation.
Long time, no see, Mario! the hedgehog spoke. He grinned as Mario happily shook hands with him.
Guys, dis es Sonic the Hedgehog! Mario said, motioning to the blue creature. He's-a very famous where he comes from!
As we all said hello to Sonic and the other newcomers, another being approached us. At first I thought the guy was lost and on his way to NASA, for he was dressed as a spaceman.
Are you the Smashers? the spaceman asked us. I am Captain Olimar. Sorry I'm late, but I had to check with command that I had docked the plane.
You flew us here? Daisy asked him.
Yes, it was the least I could do for the services they provided for me! the captain's face broke out into a wide smile. I used to be only one of your inches tall until they did some... ah, modifications to increase my height!
Like what? Pikachu asked curiously.
It gets a little too complicated to tell you here. Maybe some other time.
Now we have two captains, I heard Samus say. Guess they want to replace you, Falcon!
You wish, he grumbled in reply.
After waiting a few more minutes, the next person to approach us was... wow! I had to rub my eyes just to make sure I wasn't dreaming but sure enough, it was another woman! Yes!
Hey, Link! the blond girl exclaimed, smirking playfully. She would have looked a bit more friendly if she wasn't holding a slender short sword in her hand. Her Greek-like outfit, complete with (yay!) skirt, and light blue shield made her look like some kind of youthful paladin girl.
Aren't you glad to see me? she continued, still smirking.
Oh, dear, this wouldn't be pretty in a minute. I looked up at Zelda, who was, just as I thought, looking at Link with a facial expression almost impossible to read. It looked like confusion, hurt and doubt all in one. Link, however, looked a bit annoyed.
Hi, Cassandra, he said, not making any movement to greet her.
Hi'? That's it?! she exclaimed, laughing a little. Usually those who face me in combat greet me with more respect! And don't think that I've forgotten you destroyed Soul Edge when I was going to do that!
Although her words sounded threatening, Cassandra was smiling mischievously; it was a wordless way of showing she was just teasing.
Link rolled her eyes. That evil sword had to be eliminated one way or another, Miss Alexandra.
Oh, are you going to call me that now? ... Hey, you didn't say one damn word the entire time you were hanging around Athens! Now you're actually talking! What's up with that, is your vow of silence down?
Zelda was starting to look miffed and had her arms crossed. More than anything, I wanted the next Smasher to arrive before some kind of scene started. Maybe I should start one of my own, and Pichu would join in-

A battle cry rang out across the airport as a figure came crashing down in front of us, shooting sparks out as it made contact with the ground. He looked up at us from his squatting position; his face was covered by a mask that looked like the Happy Drama' face. He wore a bright purple outfit with several doodads etched on it, complete with a samurai's hat and a flagstaff attached to his back.
he shouted as he snapped to his feet. He held his right arm up, swinging what I now saw was a long, slender katana. Also to note was that his right arm was not a real arm; it was mechanical, with gears running on the outside for reasons I could not guess.
I am Yoshimitsu! he declared to his startled audience of Smashers
I am Mr. Game & Watch! I shouted proudly, not able to hold back a tease.
And I am Pichu! my friend added, huffing out his chest.
The half-crazed samurai then chuckled, his laughter echoing as it came from behind his mask. Very clever, young ones. I see that you are undaunted by my entrance. That shows great potential from the start!
Well, the best impressions are the first impressions! said Pichu.
Making an impression, Pichu? Impressive!
Pichu's eyes bulged when he heard the voice. Everyone looked around to see a Magmar, which is a fiery, bipedal Pokémon. He was clothed in human's raiment, like sneakers, pants, shirt, jacket, baseball cap and gloves. He was smirking widely, a smirk that reached out for miles to greet nearby smirks.
Pichu exclaimed in sheer joy, dashing towards his friend. Leaping up about two feet, the fire Pokémon caught him like one catches something big and heavy thrown at you at 30 miles per hour.
Careful buddy! You're not supposed to kill me until the actual fights start! the Magmar exclaimed.
Groucho then looked at the large bunch of individual beings who were watching him and Pichu. We've got an audience here, Pichu, he said. You wanna introduce me before they boo me off the stage?
Guys, this is Groucho Alfred Magmar! He's a fire Pokémon who learned to speak English!
Mainly because I was sick of getting vanilla ice cream when I wanted chocolate.
And he's the funnierest' guy to ever walk and breath! I'd say Crow T. Robot would tie with him but he's a robot.
Did someone call my name?
Pichu's head swung around so fast I was afraid he might break it. His little mouth dropped as he began to stammer. Ka... ka... kar...-
My jaw dropped as well! Crow T. Robot from Mystery Science Theater 3000! In the flesh... no, metal! Sure enough, from the tip of his strainer head top down to his scrawny legs that looked like they could barely support him, it was the golden robot made out of tupperware!
Ka... kar... kar-
My car? Crow asked. No sorry, you can't borrow it. Mainly because I don't own one.
Pichu leapt out of Groucho's arms and hugged Crow's leg. I can't believe you're here! I always thought you were still trapped on the Satellite of Love!
Naw, I got off of that ship a helluva long time ago! It was getting boring hanging around the apartment with nothing to do, so Mike got me registered for Melee! Anyways, it's nice to meet a fan! Did you ever see Red Zone Cuba?

And don't you wish you didn't?
Pichu wailed.
I ran over to introduce myself as well, shaking hands with Crow and Groucho. They told us of how they had to shove the usher around to actually get here, and how they kept having to walk through the metal detector because of Crow.
It was so great when they asked me to empty my pockets, and I pretended to pull out' a handful of fire! Groucho laughed.
You should have been more careful, a female voice from nearby said. If you had set off the fire alarm, I would have been very upset!
Looking around for what seemed like the millionth time today, there was Katt. She smiled as she waved at us; she must have remembered us from the funeral.
exclaimed Fox, who walked up to Katt with a surprised look on his furry face. You... I..., he stammered as he stood there awkwardly in front of her.
Surprised to see me? she said, smiling pleasantly. She then hugged him, and he clumsily hugged her back. I thought a little action and adventure like the old days would be good for me. Since you're here and all, I thought I'd volunteer for Melee. They accepted me pretty quick, I have to say.
That's great, Katt! said Fox, who still looked shocked. Hey, Slippy's going to be coming soon! ... I mean, I think he is, do you know?
Yes, I saw him on the ride! He must be packing up or something, because I didn't see him while leaving the plane or while being checked by security! She then giggled. You should have seen one of the ushers! When I told him I was one of the new Smashers, he ran away like if Andross's entire army was after him!
Groucho's smirk became even wider at that.
A man in a uniform then approached us. Uh... are you all the Smashers? he asked us, sounding distressed and worried.
Yes, what is it? Mario asked, taking control of the situation.
We... we have a problem with one of your friends! the man stammered.
You can't arrest me! exclaimed Groucho automatically. I was provoked into pushing around the usher!
No, not you! It's... the young frog that was on the flight. Slippy Toad, I believe his name was?
Immediately, almost instinctively, I looked over frantically at Fox. The most horrible look of fear was on his face, and it told me that he feared the worst; just like I did when the man had used
What's happened to Slippy?! exclaimed Fox. His fists were clenched so tight that his gloves looked ready to break.
The man sighed heavily, and the terrible words came out, He's dead, sir.
Fox slumped to his knees, holding his head in his hands. No no no..., he sobbed, shaking his head unbelievably as tears leaked from his eyes. He can't be, he can't be!
I stared down at the floor, unable to think of anything to say or do; it was just too horrible to believe.