Another drabble. Cheese, this is like the plague. You read ONE good series of drabbles, and you are condemned forever. Of course, my drabbles will probably turn you poor, defenseless readers off drabbles forever. Ah well. You were warned, my pretties. You were warned.
Attack of the Cheez-its
Young Link had been in his room for several hours, crying. The majority of the Smashers had tried to cheer him up, to no avail. He just continued to cry about the Cheez-its.
Link, Marth, and Roy visited him, too. Still didn't cheer the poor guy up. Young Link was forever traumatized.
Marth, listening guiltily to Young Link's sobbing, turned to Roy.
"Think it was our fault he's now afraid of Cheez-its?"
"Of course not. We didn't do anything to the Cheez-its."
A slight pause.
"Well, where did you put the mouse-trap in, if not the Cheez-its?"
"The Cheerios, stupid!!"
Marth uttered a soft 'oh.'
"Who put one in the Cheez-its, then?"
"No clue."
"Well, I'm gonna go get some Ho-Ho's. Want some?"
"Sure."
In the Kitchen.....
Cackling evilly, Bowser placed the last of the mousetraps in the Ho-Ho's.
"That'll kill those damn rats...."
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People, if you were forever turned off drabbles because of my pathetic attempts at them, I am very sorry. Not sorry enough to give you monetary compensation, but sorry enough to say sorry.