A/N Hello! Five reviews (since I last checked). Awesome! I love you guys:hands out assorted fruits and ramen packets: You guys are sweet.

Young Link: Want a tissue?

Me:sob: Yeah…

Young Link:sighs: Just keep writing… :hands over Kleenex:

Me:sniffle: Okay… on with the story… there will be the beach in here, daenne worry!

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Doctor: Patient number 282. Diagnosis- severe. What do you suggest, nurse?

Nurse: Lots of time in the padded room. And maybe some paper slippers.

Me: Oh, the padded room…. Slippers…. Plot to rule the world… muhah…

(Begin Chapter Three)

Over a hundred pounds in bags were piled in front of the door leading to the outside of the Smasher mansion. The last one, covered in tufts of hair and had banana peel streaks all over it, lay on top, creating a stink of bananas that wafted about in the room.

Captain Falcon looked questioningly at the Master Hand, who seemed rather pleased they are all leaving for a week. "So… how are we getting there?"

"I am NOT taking anyone," automatically said Zelda and Mewtwo, who hating teleporting anyone- it got tiring after a while.

Roy looked out the windows at the distant city that was miles away from the mansion secure in the woods from human sight. "How about going to a bus stop and picking up a bus to the nearest beach?"

Marth shot a look over his shoulder at Bowser, who was playing on Mario's handheld Tetris. "You think he can just waltz over to the bus stop, hand over a quarter, and go to the beach without getting attacked or something?"

Popo added, "And Fox and Falco aren't so inconspicuous either."

Zelda, however, had a solution. "Well, those who can dress up and look semi-normal-"

"That's a stretch," muttered Samus.

Zelda shot her a glare. "-can go to the bus stop and catch a bus, while those who… well, can't do that, can maybe call up the Great Fox and catch a ride to the beach."

"Can't we all go on Fox and Falco's ship?" asked Peach a little huffily. "Those buses are so UNSANITARY."

"Just because you got thrown up once on a public transit-" started Link.

"EW!" she screamed, and swung a tennis racket at the young warrior. "I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT AND YOU KNOW IT WELL!"

The racket connected solidly with his head, and he swiftly fell unconscious into a potted plant. Nana yanked him up and sprayed ice into his face. He awoke with a yelp and "WHAT THE NAYRU WAS THAT FOR!"

Peach stuck her nose into the air and huffed. "For reminding me of an experience I never wanted to think about again!"

Young Link smiled mischievously. "So, was it a girl or guy that hurled on you? Hair color? Shape of nose?"

A second later he was belted with a frying pan halfway across the room.

"I'm going to answer her question- the Great Fox really doesn't need thirty-six people on it, and the bus seems easier," said Zelda, trying to ignore the fuming Peach, dazed Young Link (who took her hit to the head) and a groaning Link, who recovered quite quickly.

Samus grabbed her clothing bag and ran into the bathroom that wasn't far from the front foyer. "I'm going to change!" she yelled, slamming the door, knocking down a few pictures off the wall as well.

The Master Hand swore, causing all the Smashers to look curiously up at him. "Master Hand, are you kind of mad we're not going anytime soon?" asked Fox slowly.

The Master Hand replied with some swear words in Japanese and floated off.

Link raised an eyebrow at Marth, Roy, Mewtwo, Pikachu, Pichu, and Jigglypuff. "Now, where would he learn those?"

Roy stabbed a finger at Jigglypuff. "Guilty. I caught her swearing."

Kirby jumped to her defense. "Hihihi!"

Roy gave him a pitying look. "Hi right back atcha, cotton ball."

The puffball swelled to the size of a piano, then shrunk again.

"I think he's trying to tell us something," suggested Young Link, and peered closer.

Zelda banged her head against the wall a few times. This was getting them no where.

(Later)

After a few interrogations while Samus changed about Jigglypuff's language problems, a few calls to Slippy and Peppy from Fox and Falco, and a long walk to the bus station, they were at the beach.

It seemed a normal beach- crystal-clear blue waters, white and pale yellow sand, horseshoe crabs scuttling about like leaves in a tornado, seagulls causing havoc among themselves, the chatter of people-

Well, not really.

There were no people, thanks to Bowser, who, as soon as he got off the Great Fox, leapt among the crowds, eating up their hot dogs, chugging down their drinks, and stealing their beach towels. They ran like the people on the beach ran from Jaws the shark.

Zelda, shedding her heavy out clothing into a one-piece with swimsuit cover patterned with lavender roses. Stepping into the burning sand from the parking lot, she sighed- it was great to be off the bus. A guy with big bags of who knows what kept leering at her, and she finally switched places with Samus, who wore a hood to avoid the looks of other people.

Link, on the other hand, had a fairly hard time keeping Young Link from bouncing around, who finally stopped when a woman asked Young Link to keep his "son" under control. Link replied that it was his little brother, and kicked Young Link when the boy was about to say it was his older self, seven years older.

Laying out her towel and setting up her umbrella, she reveled in the sweet noises of the lapping waves, the cawing seagulls, screaming Peach-

Screaming Peach?

Zelda jerked up, dropping her towel, racing to where the princess stood.

And what an interesting sight it was.

Dozens of seagulls surrounded the pink-clad princess, cawing and screaming, all for the one thing she held.

A lone hot dog, with a splash of mustard on it.

Beating out with her golf club, she whacked out, fighting off the winged killers. Stuffing the hot dog in her mouth (no easy feat) she ran for cover in the bathrooms, the gulls in hot pursuit.

Zelda groaned and walked back to her towel. Peach can fight off a few gulls, she thought, and fell into a calming sleep on her towel.

However, another sleep was not so calming for another.

Bowser, after stuffing himself on hot dogs and soft drinks (and a hard drink or two) he collapsed on some sand to sleep off all the food he ate.

It was then when Young Link and Ness launched their attack.

Taking buckets of sand, they spread it over the blissfully unaware turtle, creating a base. Pouring more and more over him, and carving a few pictures with their fingers in the sand, the pair left, giggling.

A few curious gulls came over to see what this giant lump in the sand was- and became excited at the images. Pecking at them curiously, and lifting their heads to call to fellow brethren, it was clear- in seconds, Bowser was swamped in hungry gulls.

The Smashers came running over to the roaring, furious Bowser. All but three- Peach, who was in the bathroom cleaning her swim suit, and Ness and young Link, giggling in the corner.

(End Chapter Three)

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