A few weeks have gone by since our Christmas Ghosts drew up a plan. It wasn't very easy to do, since they're just newbies. The 14 days before Christmas Eve consisted of stalking our Scrooge (who was making the lives of the other Smashers and guests more unpleasant with each passing day), taking notes on him, consulting experienced Christmas Ghosts, gathering the props and knickknacks, learning how to make flashbacks and flash forwards (Hector kept cursing out the Windows Movie Maker because it kept crashing on him. That's what you get for using it on a slow Windows ME...), and going over everything like Santa. Now all that was left was to wait until everyone's fast asleep at midnight before doing their deed. Of course, this is Christmas Eve in the Smash Mansion we're talking about here, not March 2nd, 1996 at 9 p.m. Pacific Standard Time on Nickelodeon.
"Dangit! Why isn't everyone tired?!" exclaimed Hector.
"Take a gander at the last sentence of the narration," said Canas. "But I believe that's for 'Are You Afraid of the Dark?'... No, wait. My bad; that comes on at 9:30."
"I miss the old Snick. Haven't you ever wanted a room like that? That's so rockin'," said Uther.
"Too bad that it's gone all downhill since the beginning of the new millennium," grumbled Hector, deciding that talking about the good old days of Nickelodeon would be a good way to pass the time. "Even that show, 'All That', has lost its touch. Remember the old skits like that football player/ballerina? Or 'Vital Information for Your Everyday Life' by Lori Beth? She cracks me up!"
Canas looked around the corner and saw most of the Smashers watching the old Snick that they were just talking about. It wasn't old recordings of it on tape; it airs every Saturday like clockwork as if it was still 1996. Good thing too, because depriving rabid 'Space Cases' fans of their show would be totally catastrophic. Same to all the other shows on Snick. Unlike the one that used to air in our world, the Snick in this world that you are reading about right now is longer with all the old shows that have once aired on our Snick in one block. It also starts at 7 p.m. and goes on longer, until 1 a.m.
"Hmm... Want to cause some trouble, guys?" asked Canas.
"Sure! What should we do?" asked Uther.
"I've noticed that Marth is a big fan of Harry Potter. Should we do something like that?" said Canas.
"Like what?" asked Hector. They all grouped together and began whispering.
Later, Hector was walking down the hallway with a hood and a cloak over him. The stuff were visible, but Hector just looked pale like a normal ghost would. As he walked down, he spotted Marth. Hector gave the others a signal to carry out their prank. Canas turned the lights out of the hallway and Uther turned the air conditioner on high (but it's a silent one, so you wouldn't know if it was on or not). Unfortunately, Marth left the hallway before the lights went out. Instead, Young Link was in there. A few minutes later, the lad screamed and fled into the living room.
"Mah... Mah... Heh... It... A... Har... Poh..." Before Young Link could continue his stuttering, he collapsed.
"What is it?" asked Marth curiously. It wasn't pity he was feeling, but curiosity for what could have petrified the young Hylian so badly.
"Those things! Book 3! From that prison!" choked Young Link.
"You mean dementors?" Marth asked, feeling even more interested in it.
Young Link nodded and looked up at the materialistic prince with hope.
"Are you sure?" Marth asked suspiciously. Young Link nodded again. "Did the area you were in become so dark so suddenly that you could not see your index finger if it was a millimeter from the tip of your nose?" The youth nodded again. "Did the air get so cold that it was hurting your lungs and chest to breathe in the chilly air?" Again, the child nodded. "Did you see a horrible memory that you just wanted to cry for eternity?" Marth was beginning to grin deviously as Young Link nodded again. "Well, show 'im to me then!"
Young Link led Marth to the hallway where his encounter with the Azkaban guard took place. Meanwhile, the ghosts tried to fix their error.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!" bellowed Hector.
"To be precise: you ARE dead," corrected Uther.
"But it's how the dementors take people's souls! Of course, we're not taking souls, just giving him a scare for fun!" said Canas.
"That's because they've never had wretched X-rated yaoi fics with loads of lemons and junk written about them!" protested the younger brother.
"Look, you could go haunt and terrorize all of those Hector/Eliwood, and other Hector slash writers once we finish playing Christmas Ghosts," reassured Uther.
"I'll give the kiss thing," said Canas. He got on stilts and placed the dementor costume over his feline body.
As soon as Marth and Young Link entered the hallway, the lights went out and the frigid air circulated around the room. Young Link squeaked out Hylian cuss words (some that are even stronger than some of the words we use in English), while Marth was (surprisingly) excited. Canas walked over to Marth and prepared for the kiss that's not the kind slash writers love when it comes to stories about two cute bishounen (or in this case, a cute bishounen and a cute housecat).
"Hey, what's with the lights?" asked a female's voice.
Just as the faux dementor placed the kiss on Marth's lips, the lights suddenly came on. Canas' hood fell off and revealed the kitty's face. Of course, he was visible in order to do the kiss. Marth saw the so-called dementor's face and his eyes were larger than a Magikarp's. Ellis was the one who turned on the lights and she tried to stifle a snigger. Marth shrieked loudly in a rather unmanly pitch and fainted while Ellis and Young Link began to laugh hysterically. Canas took off running along with the Ostian brothers.
"Is it just me or does every single day get stranger and stranger?" asked Master Hand as he floated by.