A/N I am so sorry for not updating for a LONG time! School has killed my free time, and of course I have extracurriculars, and of course, a have a few projects, all over 100 points BY THEMSELVES. Well, SUPER SUPER gomenness...

More reviews for this chappie. :-) Uber happy.

I got a review for one of my past stories, The Tournament. It was... shall I say- a wisp of smoke. That's a slight annoyance from a reviewer to an author, a term I made up. I can't quote it exactly, but it did say that tournaments had more then one round and such. I did not mean to make it some massive story- just an ickle one. But isn't it funny that all my 'wisps of smoke' came from people that reviewed anonymously? Seriously. It just bugs me that I can't e-mail them or review their stories to see if they are good and can actually review or just like to P.O me.

He (I'm guessing) did say that he liked my disclaimers. I guess they can be funny, and so I attempt to do so. Sometimes I'm not really up to it though. Thus, transaction to angst/drama story.

But I feel joke-y today- do not fear!

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Disclaimer: ::hums Mission Impossible song:: Do-do. Do-do-do DO DO! ::peers around:: What? I have readers? Shoot. ::looks at stuff that she owns- three cats, a lot of books and clay models of swords:: Hm. Don't see the copyright of SSB:M here... check back later.

(Begin chapter eight)

The trail ride through the forest was uneventful, except for the fact that High, covered in the scent of apples due to Young Link stuffing her on the campstore's food stock, had attracted a lot of squirrels and various species of chipmunks.

They crowded around the mare, avoiding the shod hooves, and completely ignoring the fact that she, having no opposable thumbs, could no more grasp an apple then shove it up her nostrils.

But they still tried to grab onto her saddle and scale it, desperately climbing for the head, where she might of been concealing hordes of apples and fruits.

Young Link kicked, whacked, and even spat at some of the mammals with no avail. After a while, they decided- maybe the human has food too! Soon after, Link was being searched for valuables and scraps of food.

High was slightly scared during this exploration of her saddle and rider. Finally, she used a trick developed by scientist horses used all over the world and twitched her fur, sending the squirrels and chipmunks flying. All except one squirrel, who had successfully scrabbled up Young Link's left leg and managed to find the Ramen noodles. Stealing a packet, he began to rip it open with claws and teeth. The dried noodles scattered, the spice packet flopping into Young Link's sword sheath, were it stayed secure.

The squirrel stuffed a bunch of noodles into his mouth and was about to flee when Young Link grabbed it's bushy tail and was about it crush it when Zelda looked back, not really noticing what had been going on beforehand. "What's going on?" she asked, her eyes slowly going up to the squirrel gripped in Young Link's hand. The other hand held the rein to High, but she mostly followed the escaping squirrels and chipmunks to their dens to kill them.

After she killed the holster, who she and the others horses had been plotting against for a while.

Zelda sternly glared at Young Link. "Let the poor thing go."

Young Link took his bow and wrapped the string- it magically grew back after he had lost it when tripping Marth- around the squirrel's legs and paws swiftly so the squirrel didn't know what was happening until he was tied up. Then he plucked another new string that had magically grown back and tied it to the horse's saddle horn. "There," he said proudly. Looking at the squirrel, he added, "And I'll call him Ramen."

Ramen struggled with his binds, and chittered indignantly, but shut up when High turned around and bared her teeth.

"Well," said Samus, trying to stay in her saddle, "Let's decide what path to take, I see two that split off to the west." She pointed to the direction, where much foliage was spreading out and taking over the local rocks.

Zelda shrugged, saying, "I say we take the one that's easier to ride on."

Young Link chewed on some gummy worms which he had stolen from the campstore. He appeared to be thinking, and had a thoughtful expression on his young face, and seemed about to say something clever and deep; then said, "This tastes like a cherry."

(Back at camp)

It had been hard to calm Mario down, but they had succeeded after a while. Mario had finally accepted that there might be a sequel to the newest movie and yes there might be another chance and no Luigi and Peach would never get together.

Link, Roy, and Marth had set up a job for themselves- stapling all the tent tarps to make on huge one put up over the trees. The stapler had been found in a RV that had been abandoned. It had taken a while to figure out how to use the stapler, but the three of them managed to get it straight.

"This is weird," muttered Link. He stapled Peach's tent, now smeared with dirt and dead leaves to become a pinkish-brown color. "I mean, we were supposed to be having fun and doing 'natural' camping, but here we are, stapling together tent tarps."

Marth daubed a slimy coat of moss and mud on the letters 'Perfect Princess'. "Better."

Roy was hanging up the tent tarps onto the trees. "Hey, it might work."

Captain Falcon was brushing leaves and sticks out from under the tarp to create a smooth ground. He turned towards Link and shrugged. "Well, we can get into the main offices and sleep there."

Marth looked up from his job of covering the pink and yellow tarp with muck and shards of stick. "Us four could do it. The rest can sleep under the tarp!"

Link let go of the stapler. "Yeah! Let's go into the main offices now!"

The four ran off to seek heating and rotating chairs.

(On the trail ride)

The group took the easier path, and ended up in a weird deserted path that could hardly be called a path, because it was swarmed over weeds and vines. The occasional snake and gopher hole made High freak and trip on them, and Zelda's horse actually tried to scale an elm tree when a snake slithered across their path. Samus was having trouble holding the reins, let alone caring where the heck her horse wandered off to do, most likely kill some innocent squirrel or chew on some unfortunate grass.

Of course, Ness's horse was acting like a total nut and diving after every patch of grass per two feet. Ness looked like a poor inexperienced rodeo idiot just that second realized he was on a horse. The boy was flopping about on the pony and scattering food all over the forest, attracting birds of all kinds. A woodpecker even lodged itself into Ness's ear in attempt to get a piece of Twizzler from under Ness's baseball cap. Ness shrieked and batted at the birds with his baseball bat, yelling triumphantly when he scored a hit and yelping when a sparrow savagely tore at his neck.

Young Link joined into the aven fray when he managed to give High's rein to Zelda. Hurling himself at the swarm of birds that were attacking Ness, he used his bow as a club, beating the birds off and eating the Twizzler that the woodpecker had been trying to get at.

At last, the birds flew off the quartet of Smashers arrived at a decent path. It lead to the disassembled bathroom and camp. Samus sighed and mounted down from her horse, and patted the animal. "Well, go torture the hostler or join your fellow conspirators." An intelligent gleam filled the horse's eyes, and he galloped off, to take over the league of horses that will one day dominate the world.

Zelda let her horse go also, but whispered something in it's ear that made the horse snort. After stepping back, Zelda watched the horse speed off, to take over the world also.

Young Link let go of High, but kept Ramen close. The squirrel squirmed and struggled to escape, but he knew it was hopeless. Young Link saluted High as she ran off with his left hand (his right clutched Ramen tightly, with no chance of prying open the determined fingers).

Ness let Tadope go, but not without a pat and some pieces of apple and candy.

"Let's go back to camp," said Zelda. "It's nearly time to go back anyway." She looked where the sun's position was. "It's almost seven!"

"Seriously?" asked Young Link. He peered at the sun, then shielded his eyes. "Ow!"

Samus rolled her eyes and started towards camp. "Come on, the rest must of gotten something done during our break."

As they entered the disaster zone, they noticed that no work was being done. Falco and Fox were resting near a tree, completely wiped out. A few tent tarps hung from the trees, and a lone stapler lay there, looking forlorn and alone.

Mario, Luigi, Mewtwo, and Yoshi, who had come back after a while from his binge of the forest berries were all resting, Mewtwo tired from telling Mario to chill, Luigi from getting whapped on the head by Mario, and Mario from his depression of not being in the newest Mission Impossible. Yoshi- well, he had eaten some berries that were never meant for dinosaur consumption.

Marth, Link, and Roy were not there, but footsteps lead them. They closely followed them, and eventually it ended up coming to the main offices. There, Link, Roy, and Marth were lying in a hammock in the front lawn. They grinned when Samus and Zelda showed up, though all three of the swordsmen looked murderous when Young Link and Ness came into view.

"Now can I kill him?" asked Link, trying to get out of the hammock. After struggling so hard, Link was taken pity by Roy, who shoved him out of the hammock onto the ground.

Marth looked thoughtful. "Now, that would be murder-"

"Suicide." Roy stated this with absolute certainty.

"Murder!!!!" bellowed Marth.

"SUICIDE!" screamed Roy.

"MURDER!"

"SUICIDE!"

"DEATH!" yelled Link. "THAT'S IT!" He hurled his sword at Young Link, who nimbly dodged it.

Zelda sighed, and looked at Samus. "Help?"

Samus, however, was deep into the men's conversation. "MURDER!" she yelled.

(End Chapter)

A/N Whew. I know it's a bit short but at least it's a chapter.

::growls:: A bunch of kids are having a party next door, and lots of them are from my school... how annoying. I did open the window when one got on the lawn and he ran back to the house. He he.

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