A/N Hello there! I see I have no reviewers since I last checked, but that does not matter. I just lurve to write. Muha. Fear my kittany wrath.

Disclaimer: Still no donations… and the crickets donate squat… COME ON! I need more money to buy SSB:M…. anybody… :cries: Guess I'd better start writing… :gets whipped by muses in chintz chairs: Okay! Geez:starts writing hastily:

(Begin Chapter Two)

The Smashers left to go to their rooms… all except five, who stayed around to discuss what was going on. Peach was being talked to by Link, Zelda, Samus and Fox.

"Really, Peach," said Zelda gently. "Yes, there is sand at the beach…. And it might get in your suit…"

"SUIT!" screamed Peach. "I'm not getting in the water! I may not even go! Haven't you seen 'Jaws'? WELL!"

Samus put her hand on her forehead. "That was a movie, Peach. And if it worries you that much, you can just tan on the beach."

That got Peach's attention.

"Well I guess I need to work on my tan…. Hey, maybe some cute beach boys will be there!" Suddenly the prospect of the beach wasn't so bad to the princess.

Link, however, found a flaw in her plan. "Aren't you dating Mario?"

She waved her manicured hand. "Hmph, he can stand a little while without me."

Fox rolled his eyes. "Nice, Peach. If you want to lower his self-esteem any lower, go ahead."

"It's already hit rock-bottom anyway," commented Samus. "I caught him reading Dr. Phil self-help books yesterday. And he was watching Oprah too."

Link raised an eyebrow. "When were you in his room anyway?"

Samus shrugged. "I needed the plunger to unstuck Kirby from the Jacuzzi bottom. Who knew the little guy was so rubbery?"

Fox sighed. "Well, I'm going back to my room to pack… have fun discussing Kirby's anatomy." With that he swiftly exited the room. In suite, the other Smashers followed.

(Later)

"LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNKKKK!"

Two heads popped out of two doors, one small, one bigger. "What?"

Zelda came stomping down the hall. "Which of you did the laundry last?"

Young Link looked around, eyes innocent. "Me, laundry? I just swim in the pool with my clothes on. The chlorine cleans it."

Zelda rolled her eyes at the young boy's antics. "Link?"

Link gave Zelda a blank stare. "You think I do my own laundry? Samus does it. I leave it in front of her door and she does it. Have to dig around in the laundry pile sometimes to find my stuff though."

Samus opened her door. "I heard my name," she said, a rust-red one-piece bathing suit on her shoulder, a towel covering her armor-clad body.

Link stepped back into his room. "Nothing. I got to get packing… bye." He shut the door fast. Young Link followed his older self's actions, slamming the door quickly to avoid further interrogation.

Samus gave a long, curious look at Zelda. "And you're asking those two where your laundry is… why?"

Zelda held up a Kokiri cap. "Found this in there. It dyed all my whites green. Not that light green isn't a good color, but they were supposed to be white." She shoved the cap under Young Link's door. "Guess I'll just give to him."

Samus glanced at Link's door. "What makes him think he can just dump his laundry for me to do? I only do it because it's there." She shrugged, the towel slipping slightly. "Oh well… best get back to my packing. I was going to go to Dr. Mario and ask him to stitch it up in the back, but I'll do it later. The towel has a rip too."

Turning, she waved to Zelda and went back to her room to pack.

Zelda walked back down the hall, and was about to go to the dining room to snag something to eat when Pikachu and Pichu came zooming down the hall, each carrying a small piece of cloth.

Catching the two mice by their tails, she snapped, "What are you two doing? Slow down…" She gasped as she saw what they were carrying. "Aren't those Roy and Marth's-"

She never got the words out. The two swordsmen came streaking down the hall, waving their swords. "Come back here you little runts!"

Zelda yanked the clothing from the two Poke'mon's mouths. Shaking off the static, she muttered, "Isn't there peace anywhere here?" Throwing the trunks at Marth and Roy, she stamped off to the dining room, muttering about what was going on and how she managed to get stuck in the middle of it.

(At the volleyball courts)

Mewtwo, Luigi, Mario and Gannondorf were at the volleyball courts, playing… well, volleyball. A pink, round object hurtled towards Mario's outstretched hands, and a small squeak emitted from it as Mario swatted the ball. A tuft of pink hair was whacked off the ball, and it indignantly squeaked.

"Shut it, Jigglypuff," snapped Gannondorf, and gave a rather hard clout, sending it smashing into the wall. The Poke'mon swelled up crossly, and shrieked a song out, which it is often apt to do when angered.

Mewtwo lifted the light crimson ball up with his mind powers, and set it flying across the net. "Silent, little one."

Luigi, deeply immersed in 'USA Weekly', looked up and added a few curse words in Italian. Mario gasped and clasped his hands to his mouth, which left him defenseless against Jigglypuff, who attacked him swiftly, beating the plumber senseless.

Gannondorf leaned against the wall, and said to Mewtwo, "Shouldn't we be packing or something? I heard the girls squealing about swimsuits or whatever they talk about in their free time…"

Mewtwo shrugged his bony shoulders and murmured, "I have no intent to swim."

Luigi, who had resumed reading about various stars birthdays, looked up again and asked in a quaint accent, "Gonna work on your tan, eh?"

Mewtwo gave him a stern glare, which made the green-clad Smasher look back down sheepishly.

A few loud bangs issued from the hall leading to the courts, and a few screams as well. The door burst open, and two characters fought to get in.

Mr. Game and Watch came running in, sausages flying out behind him, making weird electronic noises as he ran, Peach pursuing him.

"What is it now…" muttered Gannondorf, and picked up the panicking Smasher by the nape of his neck. "What, you little megabyte?"

Mr. Game and Watch squeaked and point at Mario, who was busy fighting off a furious Jigglypufff. Holding out a piece of crumpled paper in his hands, he shoved it in Gannondorf's face.

Gannondorf read the paper, and grinned. Scrunching up the paper into a ball, he threw it at Mario, who managed to fight off Jigglypuff for a second to read it. His face crumpled, and the plumber soon started bawling.

Peach ran over to him and snatched the paper. "That was MEAN!" she snarled, and gave a sturdy whack to the black gaming charater.

"What is it?" asked Luigi.

Peach answered. "It's an audition from a 'hero' movie. One of the requirements is 'no gaming or video characters allowed to audition.'"

Gannondorf grinned. "Nice, Mr. Game and Watch."

Peach sat down to reassure her crying boyfriend, giving murderous looks at the innocent-looking game character.

(End Chapter Two)

A/N RELAX. Just saying that before the flames come. I will start the beach next chapter. Really. I will use flames to cook my ramen. Be sure to review!