A/N Sorry about the no-update thing. I was on Spring Break (Canada- my first time out the of good ole US of A. We got overcharged six bucks on our pizza (lousy money change thing) other than that, it was good. I liked the hotel!) and then I got all this stuff going on from school and events and… sorry. I didn't die, or my brother would've posted saying I kicked the bucket a bit early. So.. Here's another update!

Oh, and about only mentioning a few characters every chapter- gomen (Japanese-sorry) gomen- it's just that they are characters that can talk and I like, so I will tend to use them often. But I always try to include others. Oh, and other thing- I look at all my reviewers bios, and I've seen some of you guys (and girls) don't like some pairings/characters I have in here. Just before you yell "I HATE (blank)" just remember that some people love (blank) and I can't please everybody. Thank you for your consideration.

Oh, and I don't hate Peach… she has her strong moments, but think about it.. A pink-clad, parasol-toting princess who squeals when she wins. It's totally Shadowsong bait. But remember- she is feared for her tennis racket, frying pan, and golf club, so she has power!

Disclaimer: Yeah, right, like I own this? I've never been to Japan (where are ton of the games were made) so how could I own this loveliness::hugs loveliness: I can wish… upon a star… :gets hit by comet for being lyrical:

(Begin chapter five)

Night had fallen upon the beach, and Peach had been dragged under the showers and revived by cold water being sprayed into her face. She woke up screaming, flailing about, and knocking Zelda and Samus, her captors, in the shoulders with a tennis racket, causing them drop her in the sandy muck that, after layers of sand being dumped on it, congealed into something resembling stucco.

When Peach sat up, she resembled a rock with slippery, slimy, ooze trailing off it. Suddenly, the realization that she was covered in sandy goo- which was horrible for her nails- hit her, and she exploded into fresh screams, wailing like a cat who was left out in the rain.

Samus wiped gunk off of her arms, coughing as the stench rose. "That is NASTY! I am so using the hotel shower…"

Ness, who ran by, chasing Young Link, who had stolen his hat, managed to say, "I didn't see any hotel on the way here!"

Zelda bashed her head against the shower stall. "Great! We're going to sleep on the beach!"

Samus shrugged. "At least it's sort of private… no one but us is around." Suddenly, pushed to the breaking point by Peach's wailing, screamed, "I CAN'T TAKE IT!" and whapped a good one of Peach's mucky head. The princess fell in a heap, a tiny sigh escaping from her lips.

Young Link, who had thrown Ness his hat back, stared at the group of girls. "Samus! What happened?" A sly grin spread across his face. "Didn't have your Prozac?"

A second later, a wad of gritty, slimy sand splattered into his face. Samus started chasing the young Hylian around the showers, screaming, "You are going to get it!"

Zelda sank down into the sand and despaired along with the other Smashers as the rock of sanity began to crumble- Samus had snapped.

(On the beach, nearing dusk)

The Smashers had dug small trenches in the sand to sleep in, and wrapped blankets bought (and stolen) from local stores. Peach was sleeping in a shallow trench far from the tide line, while some of the more adventurous Smashers opted for a seashore bed. The Ice Climbers slept in the tiny cooler brought by DK, after taking all the bananas out.

Kirby, however, was tied down to a rock for the night. The other Smashers soon figured out that he slept in a bed with tons of pillows and blankets to weigh him down, and after falling asleep in a trench, he started to float away in the sunset sky.

Well, he never made it to the sunset. Shortly after he had reached an altitude of roughly three hundred feet, Falco swiftly noticed that a small, wailing pink balloon was in the sky. Picking up a rock and hurling it, he knocked the pink puffball clear out of the sky and into the sea, where Fox grudgingly swam and dragged him out.

Dr. Mario quickly preformed CPR on the gaming character, and was soon drenched in once-swallowed seawater.

"Ah! Gross!" he had yelped, and ran into the sea, and was swiftly drenched by the salt-soaked waves. He came out, yellow sand crusting his once clean lab coat.

Now, he slept on the other side of the beach, carefully avoiding the pink beach-ball-looking Smasher.

Yoshi and Ness, along with Young Link, had erected a little tent out of swimsuit cover-ups, blankets, and who-knows-what found on the beach. After stealing some hot dogs from the abandoned vendor (the dealer had ran, for Bowser loved hot dogs and was going to prove it to him).

Taking a flashlight which Ness had found in a gutter beyond the parking lot, they looked over old magazines left on the beach after Bowser had "visited" it.

Fox and Falco, after scrounging up some sleeping bags from the stockpile they had brought, heard the group of boys giggling inside the "tent". Fox, poking his head into the structure, asked in an annoyed voice, "Can you guys keep it down? You sound like a bunch of teenage girls at a sleepover."

Falco stepped in, and swiped the magazine off the floor and scanned the cover. "Good Housekeeping?" He snatched up a few more. "Oprah? Woman's World? What's so funny about those?"

Fox's eyes widened, and he grabbed the magazine the boys were reading. "What the heck? They were reading this? This is WAY above your age level, boys! Let us mature responsible Smashers handle this…"

Falco, who was looking at an article on weight loss in "O" (Oprah's magazine), looked up. "What?"

Fox shoved the magazine in his face. "THIS!"

Falco ripped the magazine in half a second after reading the cover. "Yeah! Fox is right! This- whoa." Falco peered closer. "Amazing…"

Fox seized the magazine. "Really, you're supposed to be matur- wow." He let out a low whistle. "Where's the other half?"

Young Link, Ness, and Yoshi simply stared at the two "mature, responsible" Smashers.

"Can we have our magazine back?" asked Young Link in a confused voice. "I want another look at that Ferrari."

"And the Mercedes!" added Ness, and jumped up and grabbed the magazine swiftly.

Falco gave a mean look at Fox. "See, they weren't looking at the models."

Fox raised an eyebrow. "And you weren't?"

Falco turned around, and stalked out the door, right into Captain Falcon.

"Did I hear Ferrari?" he said absentmindedly, and slipped into the tent, and began reading with the boys.

"Did I hear Mercedes?" Luigi slipped in also, decked out in green trunks (he hadn't changed for night yet) and propped himself up on his elbows and studied the pictures. "Wow! Mama mia!"

Fox and Falco bent down the read the magazine (half of it really), and settled down. The seven males read on.

(Two hours later)

"Where did all the boys go?" asked Peach, combing her perfect hair. She had woken up a half hour earlier, and was "freshening up" for the night.

Zelda, who was rubbing the salt flakes from her skin, answered, "In the tent, reading car magazines." Zelda thought the idea of "freshening up" for night was a weird idea, but didn't say so because Peach still wielded her frying pan with deadly aim and preferred not to go to sleep with a deep concussion.

Samus leaned back, her eyes closing rapidly. "It's nine o'clock. They've been at it for two hours. Shouldn't they be asleep and ready for tomorrow?" Her "angry moment" had cooled off in her, and everyone had decided to forget about it- everyone has their crazy moments. No one could quite forget it when Luigi had threatened to spray tomato sauce all over the gaming room when the air conditioning was turned off, or when Kirby ate the whole refrigerator, metal and all. These things were never mentioned again.

Nana walked over, smelling of bananas. "Have you seen Popo? He has my bag of clothes."

Zelda pointed towards the tent, made bigger by the added sleeping bags of the male Smashers- it now resembled a cloth palace, only a whole lot smaller. Whoops and random facts about cars sounded from the highly popular tent.

Nana sighed. "Can I borrow some of yours?"

Zelda dug through her bag and threw a pair of extra pajama pants and a large, baggy shirt with the words "Visit Hyrule Palace" on the front, with a shiny Triforce symbol on it.

Samus looked at the loaned shirt. "Do you get a lot of tourism?"

Zelda shrugged. "Mostly Hylians, Zora, and the occasional Kokiri."

Jigglypuff rolled over, wrapped in an overlarge shirt. Through some squeaks and repetitions of her name, she asked where all the boy Poke'mon were.

Zelda, Samus, Peach explained their sad tale to her, how the boys loved car magazines more than their girl friends (girlfriends in Zelda's case).

Nana repeated it slowly, as if taking it all in. "Link, Roy, Marth, Bower, DK, Mario, Dr. Mario, Kirby, Popo, Mewtwo-"

"Mewtwo!" exclaimed Peach, surprised. "He likes cars?"

"Yes," said Zelda. "And all the male Smashers went, those Nana didn't say."

The girl Smashers fell into a sleep, lulled by the crashing of the waves and the yells of "YeHAH!" and "Ford RULES!"

(End Chapter Five)

A/N If you are a guy and don't like cars, please accept my apologies. But my brother and most of my guys friends are obsessed with cars and can point out the smallest details of cars when we are driving ("There goes a Ford Toyota with 40 horsepower" or something weird like that) and it just seemed kind of funny to add it in here.

Sorry about the no updating- homework, groundings, grueling events, and the fact that I've been writing other things (for friends, it will never be on fan fiction… :wink: You'll never know…)

And about the Prozac thing mentioned earlier- no disrespect towards those who take Prozac. And if you read the magazines mentioned, don't feel offended- I read the new Woman's World whenever a new one comes out::wink: And my mom reads Good Housekeeping and Oprah. And I see tons of car magazines out there, but I don't read them personally. Kind of boring. :ducks potatoes hurled by car-lovers:

So be sure to review, and come back for the next chapter!