Outside the Smash Mansion, Lilina and Wolt were dragging out a kicking and screaming Roy. Despite his usual jolly nature, he absolutely hated going outside in the snow. Roy's pleas for help have gone unheard.

"Lemme go, guys!" Roy grasped.

"C'mon! We should all build a giant snowman!" said Wolt.

"Over my dead body!"

"Yeah, we should! This'll be fun, Roy!" said Lilina.

"Can I go inside and fetch the carrots and other food to use to make the snowman's face?" Roy asked slyly.

"Nope! We know your intentions! I'll go get the stuff. Stay Roy boy!" Wolt snickered a bit under his breath.

"Don't," warned Roy. "Thank St. Elimine that my name ain't 'Marth'. That'd be so horrible!"

"To you, it isn't because you call him 'Martha' a lot," said Lilina. "I'll stay with Roy to make sure that he doesn't try to run back inside, ok?"

Wolt took off to get the supplies while Lilina started to make a snow angle. She looked up at Roy with concern, because he wouldn't join her.

"Make a snow angle with me," she said.

"No thanks," Roy growled.

"Why not?"

"Cuz I have chionophobia," he mumbled.

"Then how come you're not panicking and jumping up into that tree to get out of the snow or something?" Lilina asked suspiciously.

"Blast!" Roy thought a bit then decided to try something else. "The snow'll aggravate my Raynaud's disease. You know why winter makes my body hurt like crazy? That's why."

"Ha!" Roy jumped back in surprise. "I've known you forever and I've yet to see your skin turn white, blue, and red. Nice try, though."

"I'm back!" Wolt was carrying a box of different foods to use. Roy reached inside and pulled out a handful of carrots and began to scarf them down.

"…Roy?" Wolt asked while narrowing his eyes and doing the anime-style sweatdrop.

"Mmm… mmm… mmm…"

"Sigh, great. Now our snowman'll go about without a nose," Wolt said just as Roy was finishing up appeasing his hunger.

"We could try using this candy bars…" Lilina said. An alarm went off in Roy's mind and he lunged for the box.

"CANDY BARS?! MIIIIINE! NYAH-HA-HA-HA!!!"

Roy's friends tried to hold him back to prevent him from eating the rest of the snowmen supplies when they all got ambushed by a barrage of snowballs.

"Attack, minions! ATTACK!!!"

Young Link charged at the group along with the Ice Climbers and Ness. They bombarded the group with snowballs and fled.

"Ok, that was random!" said Lilina.

"Yeah… Who're those munchkins, anyways?" asked Wolt.

"GAHH!" Roy fell over and landed face down in the snow.

"Ohmigosh! Roy! What's wrong?!" cried Lilina as she rushed to Roy's side.

"…I feel hungry again. Ugh…"

The rest of the Smashers weren't too thrilled about Marth's list. No matter how much they tried talking to him, he would not narrow the list down. It was basically how he was. The only thing Marth cared about was himself. He just wanted lots of material possessions and money. Not to mention that he was more stubborn than a mule, so talking would not do at all.

" Um... Marth..." said Geno.

"Hmm? Yes, what is it?" asked Marth.

"DANG! THAT'S BLOODY HUGE," shouted Geno after looking at the list.

"But of course!"

"Um… Marth… You know you're never gonna get all that," Mallow said meekly, hoping that the greedy Altean wouldn't get infuriated with him.

"I will too get all of that! After Christmas, I'm a-gonna make a list of things I want for my birthday! It's gonna be twice as long as this one!" Marth taunted. He rubbed his dainty hands together, smirking avariciously as he thought of all the presents he'll receive.

"Say, Geno? What was that one Christmas cartoon about that little kid that had all these toys and asked Santa for even more, only to have them delivered to some random country?" asked Mallow.

"I don't remember, why?"

"That's nothing compared to Marth!"

"What're you saying about wonderful ol' me?" asked the blue-haired lord.

"Nothing! By the way… when IS your birthday?" Mallow asked.

"The first of next month."

"…And you're going to make a longer list for that when it'll come right after Christmas? That's… inhuman!" cried Geno.

"It's one of the many pleasures of being royalty, peon," Marth sighed contently.

"I'm royalty too, but I don't act all selfish like that!" protested the young Nimbus Lander.

"Are you the older or younger sibling?" Marth asked him.

"Neither. I'm an only child."

"Say WHAT?! You should be spoiled rotten like me then!" Marth then muttered softly to himself "…Even though I'm the baby in the family."

"Well, to each his own, I guess…," said Mallow.

"Yeah… Hey wait. Where'd you get those holiday cookies at?!" Marth inquired.

"The living room. They have tables out with different stuff on it."

"I don't feel like going over there right now, so hand them over, Fluffy!" demanded the teen.

Mallow tried to turn away from Marth, who was trying to grab the cookies. Geno just watched while heaving a sigh.

"Marth? There's a little something you should know about Nimbus Landers…," started Geno.

"Not-ugh!-now, Chucky! Dangit! Gimme the cookies!"

"But it's for your own--"

"Gimme the cookies NOW!"

Poor ignorant Marth. He should have lent an ear to Geno. A few seconds later, Marth was in for a literal shock as he got electrocuted by Mallow. What Geno was trying to say to him was that when Mallow gets frightened, his body begins to build up electricity. If one were to physically touch him in any way (like grab his arm, which was what Marth was doing), then that person'll get shocked badly. Marth collapsed onto the floor while Mallow ran off. Geno shook his head and followed his friend.

Again, the black kitty that was outside watched the whole thing happen from its place by the window. It was still there from earlier and showing signs of not budging from its post.