A/N The last chapter of Camping Trip of Doom! ::laughs:: YES! Finally, no demanding and dangerous reviewers on my back...

::sees reviewers staring at Shadowsong with pitchforks and assorted weapons::

Shadowsong: ::gulp::

Um... what I mean was, what a bunch of great guys (and gals) you are. Going to my story, putting me on author alert even when I put up stories that have nothing to do with SSB:M, putting this as your favorite story (some of you- the rest love to review! :)). Actually bothering to press the review button to break your fingers (slowly) down to tell me what your think. Spending a few minutes of your time to see what I have to say about angry heroes, thieving marshmallows, murderous princesses, and that cute little squirrel who is called Ramen, whom we met last chapter. ::waves merrily to Ramen, who snarls back:: We gotta love him.

Mentioning that noodle-stealing squirrel, he will get his revenge, do not worry. ::evil chuckle:: Do not worry. And the whole suicide-murder thing will be left hanging.... you think of what to do with it. I shall leave whether that is suicide, murder, or whatever you think it should be.

And my faithful reviewer(s) were right- I did miss out on Captain Falcon, my bad. He will be there, also, as sure as Ramen will get his revenge.

And it might be past the time when I post this, but I will say it anyway- the STATE Spell Bowl is coming up. And guess who is spelling? ::listens to audience:: No, not Ramen! Me!

Wish me luck!

(Note: The day after the Spell Bowl: Yay! We got first place in our division! Now I've confused you with switching time and all, but it was so fun. I misspelt opossum (did a double p) catarrh and immescible. Like I will ever need those in life... the bus ride was mad fun though. We sang stuff like "Everywhere we GO! PEOPLE WANNA KNOW! WHO WE ARE! SO WE TELL THEM! WE ARE THE SPELLERS, THE MIGHTY MIGHTY SPELLERS!" song really loud and everyone looked at us. ::giggle:: Fun! ::mystic music:: Back to past!)

Please review!

Disclaimer: ::see Shadowsong in desk reading a freshly printed paper. You hear: "Dear Mr. Super Smash Brothers owner. The following authoress, Shadowsong StarGlaive the Wolf, has become your heiress and adopted daughter to receive said video game's copyright. If you disagree with this, she will come and make you give her the copyright if you die. If you still disagree, she will come and let you see the gates of heaven quicker then expected." ::Shadowsong peers at letter, then signs, "Your new daughter, Shadowsong StarGlaive the Wolf.":: ::Looks up:: What?

(Begin Chapter Nine)

Zelda managed to stay the murdering few (and debating girlfriend) until they heard a slight whistling of Mission Impossible from the men's bathrooms. Everyone looked up, and Captain Falcon came strolling out, whistling and zipping up his pants. He noticed the girls there and asked with a frown, "When did you two get here?"

Zelda was about to answer when a high pitched scream erupted from camp. Samus stood up from her soft position on the ground where Zelda had to force her into to stop from arguing the best way to get Young Link rid of his new pet, the ramen-stealing (and murderous) squirrel. "Peach's up."

The scream continued, slowly rising in pitch. Ramen pricked up his ears curiously and peered forward towards the noise, hoping for a kill, or to call his fellow squirrels to attack.

"Let's go calm her," said Zelda, and she quickly used Faeroe's Wind to get to the steadily shrieking princess, Samus being taken along.

The males, unsure of what to do except Captain Falcon, who whistled louder and tried to hitch up his pants more. Young Link and Ness slowly scooted away, eager to get away from the madness of murder, suicide, and death.

Link noticed this and ran after Young Link, screaming, "DON'T RUN AWAY YOU LITTLE CREEP!"

The little Hylian squeaked and ran into the main offices, followed by Ness. Slamming the glass door (and promptly smashing all the panes in the process) he streaked right into the wooden desk that served as a barrier towards him and freedom.

Ness looked up, forgetting the seriousness of the situation, and said, "Why did we have to talk to Howard the Coward about getting a piece of dirt to sleep of if we could take over this place?"

Then he was hit on the head by Falchion's sword hilt.

Marth was looking at the empty reception area, which was better then the place where they were sleeping tonight. "Yeah! This place is great!" He jumped over the desk and thumped into the spinning seat to peer at the computer. "Ooohhh... e-mail!" He exited out of the receptionist's e-mail, and quickly entered Yahoo free e-mail and typed in his address and password.

Young Link ran behind the reception desk and looked at his e-mail. "DaBestSwordDude at ?"

Marth glared at him. "At least mine isn't DieNaviDie at !"

Roy, done beating Ness into submission, came over. "Whoa. You have 126 new, unread e-mails? When did you last check?"

Marth clicked on the 'Inbox' link. "Um... I think a few weeks ago..."

They all stared intently at the new e-mails.

"New chapter update by Shadowsong StarGlaive the Wolf, new story update by Shadowsong StarGlaive the Wolf... what the-" muttered Roy. "I thought you said you didn't like hers!"

"Mistake!" yelped Marth, and clicked off the window. "Let's look up Zelda fansites!"

Suddenly, they heard a hoarse sob in the corner. Mario was there on the other computer, sadly staring at the Mission Impossible homepage. Tracing the leading hero's face, he broke out in multiple tears, humming the Mission Impossible theme song softly, his hands in a weak gun shape.

Ness weakly wobbled over to Mario. "Whoa, check out that dude's haircut." Not being able to duck the pitiful swing of Mario, he was hurled across the room into a plastic fern covered in layers of dust dating back to the times of Elvis.

While all this was going on, the rest of the Smashers had gotten together back at camp, and we deciding what to do since night was nearing.

"I say we take over the offices," murmured Mewtwo in his slow, telepathic voice. "It would be easier then sleeping out here."

Luigi, Kirby, Yoshi, Fox, and Falco agreed, and were about to set out for a mission to the offices when a high pitched scream erupted through the forest, scaring all the birds within the twelve-mile radius.

Six seconds later, the scream still on a steady go, Zelda and Samus appeared in a whirl of yellow ribbon. They split towards the forest, running at full speed.

Well, they would've been if it was not for Zelda's heels. The princess tripped and flew headfirst into an oak sapling, crashing into the ground.

"Uh, Zelda? I suggest changing to Shiek. Just an idea." Samus stood above her, leaning on a tree.

Zelda blushed, her face looking like it was slowly being painted red by a horrible artist. Swiftly switching to Shiek, she continued on, her face still a dark cherry. Of course, it slowly shifted to a creamy white, like clam chowder, when she saw what happened next.

Peach was wriggling, with water pitcher strapped to her chest sloshing slightly. She was surrounded by squirrels, and each was holding a three-pronged twig and sharpened acorns. All had an evil gleam in their eyes, and were viscously closing in on the pink-dressed and frightened looking princess. Peach, with wide blue eyes, screamed.

Shiek/Zelda leapt forward to save the day- well, the princess strapped to a tree with a water jug tied to her and surrounded by squirrels with farming tools made of twigs and nuts. Transporting in puffs of smoke that scared the squirrels into attacking Shiek/Zelda, she dealt out blows to the squirrels (and missing).

However, with all this action, the water jug was jiggled, pushed, and jerked. Peach's mouth, opened with screaming, was the perfect target for the water so perilously close to her open lips...

It was too much of a target.

Peach froze, the water dripping out of her mouth. Her eyes widened, and Shiek, Samus, and even the squirrels froze also, fearing what would happen next.

Well, it was to be expected.

Peach screamed. Wriggling like a worm caught on a hook being pursued by a horde of flesh-eating fish, she banged her head against the tree, spat, broke the jug, and almost struck a squirrel in the short time of six seconds.

Samus leapt forward, and clapped a hand over her mouth. The water Peach was spitting up soaked her hand, and seeped through the glove. Still screaming, Peach managed to bite through her bonds and escaped to solace in the- where else- offices.

Spitting up water as she went.

Shiek shifted back to Zelda, and sat there looked like a lost, confused puppy. Samus was franticly scrubbing at her hand with moss. "That is nasty water! It had weeds trailing in it!"

Zelda looked up, and a raindrop splattered onto her face. "Well, we forced it on her. She deserved it. I would of NEVER slept in a sleeping bag that said "Perfect Princess" on it." Covering her face with a hand, she stood up and grabbed Samus. "We're going to the offices. It has to be warm there."

Suddenly, a crashing sounded from behind the two, and they swerved around. Out of the foliage and trees, two hideous shapes appeared. Grunting, they came closer.

"What the- it's Bowser and DK!" realized Samus.

Zelda raised an eyebrow. "They look pitiful."

Indeed, the two mighty warriors looked like they needed a bath and towels. Soaking wet and stumbling aimlessly, Bowser shrieked when he saw Zelda and headed the other way, but ended up smashing into DK. Samus gave a pitying look at them, and she transported with Zelda, dragging the other two males along.

(At the offices)

It was around ten by the time all that ruckus had passed. After ten, the Smashers had no idea due to the clock being smashed when Yoshi hurled an egg and Ness, who successfully ducked it and swung his bat the wrong way, hitting the egg with broke and hit the clock, which slid down the wall and was crushed by Captain Falcon chasing Young Link around for poking him in the thighs until his suit split.

With Roy's sword, of course.

"ALL RIGHT!" screamed Zelda. The room, which was in massive chaos due to the many hyper (and candy-energized). "GO TO SLEEP! IN NAYRU'S NAME I'M GOING TO GET MAD IF ANYONE SO MUCH AS SQUEAKS IN TEN MINUTES!"

After that, all the Smashers quietly slipped into various parts of the offices which were cushioned.

Unaware that outside, Ramen and his fellow squirrels were waiting for the morning to come.

Waiting...

(End Camping Trip of Doom)

A/N I know, a lame ending. I tried.

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