The next morning seemed just like any other morning. Some of the other Smashers were getting up and Kirby was calling everyone to breakfast. Yep, just another day in the life of someone in Super Smash Bros. Melee.

Kirby ran over to Marth and Roy's room, pounding on the door to wake the swordsmen up. The first to get up was Roy. The red-haired teen was usually the last one to get up. He picked up a heavy book, opened the door, and chucked it at Kirby. This was very out of character for Roy because he was the cheerful one compared to Marth.

"Geez! What's your problem?!" mumbled Kirby.

Stupid Kirby! Why must he do this EVERY morning?! the teen thought to himself. He went back into the room and climbed back into bed. He suddenly felt like something was wrong. He looked to his left and realized that the hands did do something to them!

"Marth, you've just gotta stop throwing stuff at Kirby. Soon, there won't be anything left in here." Marth sat up and looked over to Roy, who was also looking at him.

From downstairs, the other Smashers looked upward as they heard two piercing screams.

"OH MY GOD! Whaddya doin' in my body?!" exclaimed the swordsmen.

"Please tell me that this is some crazy dream!" said "Roy".

"'Fraid it's real, buddy…" replied "Marth".

They continued to stare at each other in disbelief and worried about what would happen to them. Roy cringed at the thought of Marth acting like the same old feminine neat freak but in his body instead. The very thought of a sugar-high, sloppy Roy running around in his own body nauseated Marth.

"Breakfast is getting cold!"

"Hold one, Marth. I'll handle this!" said Roy. He reached for Falchion and was about to open the door when Marth grabbed his arm.

"Whaddya doin' with my sword?!" he screamed.

"Don't worry. I've seen you do this a million times. Kirby won't suspect a thing!" said Roy. He opened the door and aimed the sword at Kirby. "HAI-YAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Kirby screeched as he ran down the stairs with the feminine swordsman on his tail. They ran into the kitchen and circled around the table (and surprised dining Smashers) several times before heading into the living room.

"Yeesh! Looks like ol' Martha woke up in a happity-pippity mood, like usual", said Ganondorf.

Marth decided to get out of the room to find out what his crazy pyromaniac friend is doing to poor Kirby. He peeked into the kitchen and didn't see Roy or Kirby in there. He was about to leave when Falco waved to him.

"Hey, Roy! It's about time you came to eat!" said Falco. "C'mon and sit down!"

"I… uh… Well, you see… um… Where's…?" stammered Marth.

"Marth's in a bad mood, so he's trying to shiskabob Kirby", said Nana.

"Bu… But…", Marth began to say when a thought occurred to him. Oh, wait! Roy's in MY body, so people are obviously going to call him "Marth" he said to himself. So that means that… Great, I have to ACT like Roy so that they won't think that he's mental, as if he's not mental enough.

"What's wrong?" asked Pikachu.

Oh no! Quick, Marth! Think of something! They're on to me…Now, what would Roy say that's in his character? "But… if Muh-Muh-Marth and… uh… Kirby are busy, then… wh-who's gonna eat their food?" Marth put on a sheepish grin as he mentally kicked himself for coming up with such a pathetic excuse.

"I guess you could have their food, Roy", Pikachu replied.

"Ooh, boy! All this food! Just for me!" Marth cried happily as he was thinking how Roy would act.

Roy was panting heavily as Kirby ducked into a closet. His, err, Marth's sides were hurting badly from all that running. He collapsed onto the floor, cursing Marth for never getting any exercise. After catching his breath, Roy got up and staggered towards the kitchen. It was quite a walk because he was on the other side of the mansion's top floor. This gave Roy some time to think over how to play as his icy cold partner-in-crime.

Let's see… Everyone's probably thinking that Marth's in his usual "sunny" mood since I was chasing Kirby, so I'll have to try to glare and growl at everyone. Marth'll probably be trying to act all bouncy and hyper like me, so I'll have to be very impatient with him. Oh! I can't just gobble down everything in site! That's not like Marth at all! He's extremely picky about food, not like me. He likes… Cookie Crisp, blueberry jam, erm… and small amounts of the pancakes and stuff. Ok, I have to be VERY picky about EVERYTHING, that's how he is! This'll be kinda tough, but no one'll suspect a thing!

Before he entered the kitchen, Roy noticed that Marth's pajamas were a mess. He knew that anyone who knew Marth would notice this, so he tried to straighten up the clothes a bit. He finally walked in and spotted the other swordsman. Marth was quietly munching on his, Roy's, and Kirby's food while some of the others were giving him concerned looks. Roy rested his hand on his forehead while shaking his head in disapproval.

"Mah--Roy?", called the said swordsman. "Are you ok?"

"Hnn…? Yeah, I'm fine, why do you ask?" Marth asked after looking up at Roy.

"Look at you! You're a mess! C'mere!" Roy tried to pick up Marth by the pajama shirt, but he couldn't lift the swordsman up.

"Let go… Yer chokin'… meh… GAH!" Marth cried.

"Sorry. Now come over here, I need to talk to you", said Roy after letting go of Marth.

They quickly went into the living room, making sure that no one was following them.

"Marth, this may kinda freak you out, but when you eat…" Roy paused to think about how to say it to him. "Y-You've seen how I eat! Do that, mmkay?"

"I don't like to eat a ton in one sitting, unlike you" Marth growled.

"I know, but we're gotta try to stay in character as each other! If the others find out…" Roy trailed off, fearing for the worst.

"They're not gonna believe us. They'll just think that we're insane or something", said Marth.

"Can you do me a favor and think positively for a change?!" Roy grumbled.

"What's to be positive about? The hands messed up our lives and now I'm trapped in your body! Of all people! I'm no longer the dashingly charming Prince Marth Lowell of Altea; I'm just some stupid sugar-high Godzilla-wannabe freak of nature."

"Oooh, that's it. THAT'S IT! You've gone too far!" Roy shouted angrily. He tackled Marth to the ground and started to punch and kick him repeatedly. Marth countered back by shoving Roy backwards and punching him. Unfortunately for Roy, he's not as strong as he used to be. Marth pinned Roy to the ground, which was the worst thing for the younger swordsman.

"MORTALS! What are you DOING?!"

Master Hand materialized in front of the fighting teenagers, who were still going at it. The evil hand used his powerful powers to repel them away from each other. They looked up at the hand, fearing for the worst.

"WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?!" shouted Master Hand.

"Sunshine here was talking trash about me and I couldn't help myself! I had to beat him up!" said Roy.

"YOU! BLUE-HAIRED PANSY! C'mere…" the hand said evilly as he pointed to Marth.

"What? What now? What else is going to ruin my already horrible day?" Marth complained.

"You'll see…" answered Master Hand. He teleported Marth somewhere and then looked over to Roy. "YOU! Have a nice day." He disappeared while Roy stared off into space with a confused look.

"Wow, I guess Marthy's in for it now…" Roy headed back into the kitchen for some breakfast, putting the situation on hold… for now.