"...And then the cute little bunny-wunny and I went over to the river where we saw this cute kitty cat and puppy dog and panda-wanda having a picnic! Oh! It was such a nice dream! I wish I slept longer so that I could join the picnic too!" said Marth. He was obviously in a better mood now that he took a nice long nap.
"Don't mind me if I fall asleep, ok?" yawned Roy. He laid down on the soft blue carpet and stretched out. He rested his head onto his folded arms and closed his eyes.
Marth looked very peeved at Roy's reaction. He placed his hands on his hips and glared at Roy. "Hmph! I don't like it when people completely ignore me! How'd you like it if you were talking to me and I just ignored you like that?! Huh?!"
Marth's little ranting fell on Roy's deaf ears as he began to drown into the sea of sleep. So peaceful... Not a care in the world. Roy didn't hear any of Marth's bellyaching or anything for that matter.
"Well! Talk about rude!" gasped Marth. "Sweet dreams", he added sarcastically
It must have been several hours since Roy fell asleep for when he woke up, it was already evening. He looked around sleepily, wondering where the day went. Marth was still in the room with him, though.
"Heh. Wake up, sleepy bones!" said Marth. He chuckled at Roy, who was trying to sit up.
"What time... is it? Why's it so dark outside?" asked Roy.
"It's nighttime, silly!" replied Marth.
"Man, I musta slept the whole day away then", Roy yawned. I wonder if Dad's gonna get mad at me for sleeping for such a long time? Roy asked himself.
"Roy, go into the village and get me..." Marth's voice trailed off as he took out a thick scroll. He unrolled it and read off the items on it. "A bicycle, more plushies, a blue kite, a Pegasus, even more plushies, a kitty cat, a doggie, a--"
"Wait, wait, wait! Hold it! Where can I get a Pegasus at?! And I think you have enough plushies to last a lifetime...", said Roy. He folded his arms and glanced at Marth.
"Hmph! I want you to get me all of these things and I want you to do it NOW!" shouted Marth.
"But listen, Marth! There's no way I can go getcha a Pegasus!" reasoned Roy.
"Fine then! You'll be sorry for that!" Marth glared at Roy, then he glanced over to all of his plushies. "Show Roy what happens to those who don't do as I say!"
Roy just laughed at Marth until he got knocked backwards. His laughter ceased as all of Marth's plushies began to pummel him. Try as he might, Roy could not get up. The plushies were too strong and there were too many of them!
"Help me! Marth! C'mon, help me! Please!" cried Roy.
"Nope! I won't help you because you won't obey me!" said Marth.
"PLEASE! I BEG YOU! HELP ME!" cried Roy.
"Ow!" exclaimed Marth. He massaged his leg vigorously, which was stinging slightly from being kicked. "Roy! That hurts!"
"Help... me.... Please... help me... Marth..." Roy mumbled in his sleep.
"Roy! Wake up! You're having a bad dream!" Marth shook Roy awake. The redhead prince looked around franticly then he glanced up. Marth's face was so close to his that their noses almost touched.
"Whoa! Oh my God! Don't do that! Y-y-you scared me half to death!" gasped Roy. He quickly sat up and looked around the room. "It... it was just a dream..."
"Awww, poor Roy! Well, I know what we can do to make you feel a little better", Marth said sympathetically
"Oh? What would that be?" Roy eagerly.
"This. Is. So. Stupid!" Roy pouted. Roy was sitting at a small table with a cup of tea and a small plate of cookies. He was surrounded by plushies and Marth was sitting in front of him. The older prince looked very happy about this.
"See? Don'cha feel a lot better? Having a little tea party with my plushies always makes me feel better", said Marth. He took a sip of some herbal tea.
"Marth... I don't think you really understand this. Ya see, girls like to have tea parties with their plushies. Boys hate that. Get what I'm saying?", said Roy. He ate some cookies, but glared at his cup of herbal tea.
"I can do whatever I want to, Roy. I don't need to follow any of these little rules", Marth retorted conceitedly.
"You're crazy. You're probably the only boy in the whole world who'd like to do this! Now, can you kindly get these evil plushies away from me?!" shouted Roy. He looked deathly afraid of them.
"Geez, Roy. What's so wrong with a boy playing with plu--"
"THEY ATTACKED ME IN MY DREAM!!!" exclaimed Roy. He smacked some of them away from him, fearing that they'd retaliate against him again.
"Oh... Well, don't worry about it. They wouldn't hurt you!", Marth chirped happily. "Huh? What's that, Pan-Pan?" He held the panda to his ear, as if it was whispering something to him that it didn't want Roy to overhear. "Oh! Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Ok!"
"What'd that evil thing say?" growled Roy.
"Pan-Pan said that her feelings are hurt. She said that you called her and her friends 'evil'--"
"Which is true! They are evil!" Roy cut off Marth.
"Tell Pan-Pan that you're sorry", Marth said sternly.
"What?! No way, José!" Roy folded his arms and pouted again.
"Alright then. I see what you're saying," said Marth. His voice quivered as he tried not to cry. Marth got up while carrying Pan-Pan and walked out of the room. He began to bawl very loudly again, loud enough for anyone within a couple rooms to hear.
"Hey, sport. What's the matter?" asked Corneilius. He picked up Marth and rocked him slightly.
"I-I-I don't think that Roy likes Pan-Pan or her friends!", he bawled.
"Wait! I do like them, Marth!" Roy shouted as he dashed out to Marth. "It's just that... the bad dream..."
"Roy... what did we talk about earlier?" asked Eliwood. He approached them with a stern look on his face. "Looks like someone needs a time-out!"
"But I--" said Roy, but he was too late. He ended up in his room, sitting on the bed. "Dang! I can't believe that I got in trouble... I'll get Marth for this!"
Marth left Pan-Pan in his room and walked down the hall. He opened a door, then closed it behind him. Roy quietly left his room and snuck into Marth's. He rummaged through some things, looking for something to use against Marth. Roy found a few brightly colored bottles of finger paint. An idea came to him as he looked at the bottles. Roy saw Pan-Pan lying on the floor. He took the panda plushie and hid it in the closet. Roy left Marth's room and headed back to his own. Marth came out of the other room and was on his way back to his own room.
"Um... Marth? Can I... ugh... talk to you for a sec? Please?" asked Roy.
"I guess so...", replied Marth. His eyes were a little red and puffy from crying and he was sniffling again.
"Look, I'm so sorry for that. Let's just be friends, ok?" said Roy.
Marth embraced Roy in a tight hug, which caught Roy by surprise. Roy patted Marth's back with his left hand while unscrewing the lid off the bottle with his other hand. Marth squeezed Roy tightly, happy that they can finally set aside their differences and be friends. Little did Marth know that Roy was planning something very diabolical.
Roy squeezed the bottle over Marth's head, covering his soft cobalt blue hair in green finger paint. The paint ran down his clothes in miniature rivers. Marth tried to run away, but Roy grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back. Roy grabbed another bottle and squeezed the contents all over Marth. After squeezing all the paint on Marth, Roy finally let him go.
"Wuh-wuh-why'd you do that to me?!" cried Marth. He wiped the paint away from his eyes while he bawled loudly. He was covered in all the basic colors of the rainbow.
"To get you back for making me your slave!" said Roy.
"Waaaaah! You're so mean to me, Roy! This paint'll stain my clothes! I-I-I can't get it off!" Marth continued to cry as he desperately tried to get the paint off of him.
"Serves ya right!" taunted Roy.
"DADDYYYY!!!" bawled Marth. He ran out of the room, bawling even louder. Roy stayed in the room, shouting out some more insults and rude comments about him.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE, ROY! WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO TO MARTH THIS TIME?!" Eliwood shouted angrily. He marched right into the room and found the empty bottles on the floor. Roy just sat on the bed, his arms folded and a smirk upon his face.
"It's ok, sport! The paint'll wash right off of you! Your clothes won't be stained forever!" Corneilius reassured a very upset Marth, who was still bawling. They and Ellis entered the room with Eliwood.
"Dad! I didn't do anything to him! Marth started all of this! Blame him, not me!" pouted Roy.
"Pan-Pan", Marth said quietly.
"What about Pan-Pan?" asked Corneilius.
"WHERE'S PAN-PAN?! I WANT PAN-PAN!" Marth bawled even harder now.
"I'll go get her for you, Marthy!" said Ellis. She ran to Marth's room and looked in there.
"I'm SO sorry for Roy's behavior! He never does this. Never! I-I-I can't explain why he suddenly decided to bully poor Marth", said Eliwood. He flushed badly as he was trying to apologize for Roy's misbehavior.
"Marthy, I can't find Pan-Pan anywhere!" cried Ellis. She came back into the room.
"Pan-Pan's gone?!" Marth ran to his room to search for the plushie himself. Roy tried to hold back laughter, knowing that he finally got revenge on Marth.
"What did you do with Pan-Pan?" Eliwood asked angrily.
"Nothing! I didn't do nothing to that doll of his! Honest!" said Roy.
Marth came back, holding Pan-Pan by her arm. Usual he held her close to his chest, but since he's covered in paint, he'd get paint on her as well. "WHY'D YOU HIDE HER IN THE CLOSET, ROY?!" shouted Marth.
"I felt like it", he replied. Roy stuck his tongue out at Marth, who began to cry again.
"ROY! KNOCK THAT OFF!" shouted Eliwood.
"Don't cry, sport. You'll be alright. It's ok", said Corneilius, who held Marth.
The rest of the day was pretty tense for both families. Eliwood and Corneilius just talked about various topics, but didn't discuss much about Marth and Roy. Eliwood was still pretty upset at Roy for his poor behavior. Roy decided to spend the rest of the day in his room, away from Marth. He chuckled as he recalled his diabolical scheme and poor Marth's fate. Marth, on the other hand, didn't find the whole ordeal too funny. He took at least three baths, trying to wash all the paint off of him. His hair still had bits of green paint in it, though. Marth acted very coldly towards Roy for the rest of the day, refusing to forgive him. Ellis, unfortunately, found herself in the middle. Try as she might, she couldn't get both boys to apologize to each other.
The end of the day had finally came. Marth climbed into his bed, clad in his blue pajamas. As he snuggled into the layers of blankets, he hugged Pan-Pan tightly.
"Night-night, Pan-Pan! Sweet dreams!" he chirped. Marth gave his plushie a kiss on its head before turning off the light. He closed his eyes, finally relieved that this chaotic day has finally finished.