I do not own Smash Brothers. (Hears knock on door and sees Women's rights activists ready to beat his sorry ass).


Zelda/Sheik

Sheik was shopping in a women's clothing store within a mall. She was looking for a dress that could withstand bombs, beam sabers, and was stain resistant.

While browsing through a selection of Steel woven dresses, a sexy blond slithered up behind her.

"Hey handsome, who's the lucky woman?"

Sheik looks around and realizes that she was talking to her. She shook her head and resumed browsing.

"Ohh, playing hard to get, are we?" she encircled Sheik with her arms. "Listen whoever it is, I can make you forget about her. Just give me a day." She smiles seductively. "Or less," she giggles.

Sheik was doing her best not to vomit and/or freak out. She hoped no one she knew was watching. She slowly plied the young woman's arms and started to walk, very quickly, out the store.

"Please wait," begged the blond. Than a brunette got in her way.

"What are you doing?" demanded the blond. "I saw him first!"

The brunette jabs a finger at the blond. "You aren't good enough for him," shouted the irate brunette., "so back off!"

"He's getting away!" pointed out a middle-aged woman.

"Let's just go get him and make him choose!" shouted an old lady.

"Our better yet," said the blond coyly, "let's make him our slave."

The women squealed at her plan and ran after Sheik. The moment she saw them, she ran at full speed. Still far ahead of the mob, she ran into fishing store with plenty of time to transform herself. The stampede of women looked inside, noted their prince was not within, and dashed off.

Zelda sighed and started browsing the fishing poles.

"Hey beautiful, who's the lucky man?"

Zelda turned to the person and found that it was Captain Falcon. She grabs one of the steel poles and starts to beat him. Once he was beyond recognition, she paid for the ruined fishing pole and walked to the mall exit.

Pichu

In the forests, the Pichu's were gathering around to see play presented by one of there own. He was dressed up as a Pikachu and alongside him was ragged doll that that wore a familiar red hat. The summary was this:

"Duh, I'm so special because I'm a Pokemon guide for a 'mental case.'"

The Pichu's were rolling on their backs in laughter. One of them passed out and had to be administered CPR. (Do they know CPR? Bah!)

A sound from behind tree spooked the Pichu's into running off. The Pichu that was still clad in a Pikachu costume was unable to run. He felt hands grab him and hoist him up in the air.

"I got him," cheered James.

"Finally," said Jessie, relieved, "Team Rocket has done it!"

"Yeah," chipped in Meowth, "we finally managed to capture Pikachu!"

They gave themselves celebratory pats on the back.

"Pichu!" Shouts Pichu.

"Say," said James, "that doesn't sound like Pikachu."

"Are you blind, James?"scolds his partner, "of course it's Pikachu. Look at that hat on the ground. Ash has been here!"

"He probably has a cold," suggests Meowth.

They left on a jet plane to present their catch to Giovanni.

Giovanni decided to grant them an audience. He could only hope that they were here to tell him that they were wasting away from a flesh-eating virus.

"Here you are, sir," they said in unison as Jessie plops Pichu onto his desk. All three bowed low.

At that moment, the costume fell away.

If this was a joke, thought Giovanni, there will be pain.

"You spent all that time for this useless Pokemon?"

The idiot trio glanced up and saw Pichu.

Pichu smiled and gave a peace sign.

"Pichu." He said.

Giovanni got up. "I think it's time you two were presented with a task more suited to your abilities."

He turned towards the Pichu. "As for you-"

It was gone. Giovanni shrugged. It was pointless to look for it.


For three months, Team Rocket was assigned to janitorial duties. Several times, they saw Pichu roaming the corridors spilling contents of waste containers. Of course, they could not prove it.