A/N Yes! My reviewers are back:hugs reviewers: Meh luves my reviewers! I'm using too many exclamation points! So sue me!

Actually, please don't. I'm sort of low on money at the moment.

I have nothing more to say, so… on with the show!

(My cat is currently struggling to get a shoelace (which is attached to a shoe) off her claws… and is losing. Now she is staring at it.)

Disclaimer:pushes up glasses: Well, no one ever TOLD me I couldn't steal the copyright for SSB:M, kidnap the directors, hold them hostage, and threaten to feed them only on cheeze curls until they begged for forgiveness and gave the full rights.

Random person walking by: But that wouldn't be very nice.

Me:sighs: Okay… But Mommy told me to share… so what if I shared- :gets hit by large granite rock:

Random person: SHUT UP AND WRITE ALREADY!

Me: Touchy.

(Begin chapter six)

The sun broke over the horizon, just like the way the female Smasher's tempers were going to break because of the guys.

A large debate over what was better- Ford or Toyota- had escalated into a full-fledged war, Toyotas having their own fort, Fords owning another sand castle. The tent was no man's land, safety for negotiating ploys and insults to be hurled at in safety.

Outside that, Toyota or Ford, you were toast.

The girls had spent a majority of the night with pillows stuffed over their heads, earplugs made of tightly-rolled up pellets of sand and cloth shoved in their ears, and (in Nana's case) securely set in a banana-smelling cooler, with a small air hole in the top.

"Can't… get… to… sleep… ARGHHHH!" roared Zelda, hurling a big, shiny seashell that was her "thing" to stare at and count the number of mother-of-pearl layers on to fall asleep with at the tent. "JUST SHUT THE NAYRU UP! HOW CARES! I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!"

Samus poked her head up out of the thousands of layers of fabrics over her head, commenting, "Zelda, it's no use. I'm sorry. I tried that around three, and they were arguing about who has the better horsepower measure and gas mileage."

Zelda buried her head in the pile of blankets near her head and began to scream.

Peach had found a better way- she had found a hot dog vendor's cart, and rolling it over, snuggled deep inside of it, trying not to inhale too much hot dog smell and ignore ketchup stains that littered the cart.

Nana sleepily poked her head out of her cooler. "I think the debate is taking a break. They're mentioning getting food so they can "go at it" later." She had been listening for a long-awaited break in the talk, like the other girl Smashers.

Jigglypuff promptly began bouncing around at the sign of a relief in the war of the cars, and Zelda stopped screaming. Peach crawled out of her vendors cart.

A minute later, DK loped out of the Ford side and searched for a vendor's cart to pick up and bring back for the Ford side of the debate, while Bowser went out for the Toyota side of the debate fort, looking for a vendor.

A moment of silence, accompanied by hushed whispers by both sides for rebuttals, was greeted well by the girl Smashers.

However, the bliss was destined only to stay for a minute.

A shrieking flock of sea gulls descended upon the beach, squawking and screaming in full glory, showing that they were ready to seize the day.

And maybe some potato chips and stale pizza as well.

Zelda buried her head yet again into the blankets and screamed. Samus shook her fist at the gulls and sank down into her mass of blankets and used earplugs. (Many earplugs had broken down from being used for hours on end.) Jigglypuff rolled over and squealed a few thousand times, while Peach froze in shock from realization.

She was completely covered in the smell of hot dogs, buns, mustard, ketchup, and relish.

She smelled like it too.

And the worst part…

The seagulls were hungry.

The swarm of seagulls dive bombing Peach was one thing she would never forget, nor the pecks and shrieks that hurt her ears and body, nor the snap of her parasol as the came in contact with wings, feet, beaks, eyes, heads, and tails.

Realizing that they were not dealing with the regular helpless hot dog buns, they fled, searching for a less ferocious and pink victim.

Panting, Peach breathed hard, tired after her ordeal with the seagulls. She sagged, her body telling her a few things-

1. That she had spent the whole night awake, wide-eyed, listening to boys argue who has the better gas meter colors and worse tires for different car companies.

2. That she was covered in hot dog condiments ranging from mustard to crushed pickled vegetables.

3. That she smelled like a sewer in medieval France.

4. That her hair was horribly messed up and sand crusted her clothing.

All that combined made her faint upon the sandy shores of a body of salt water.

Samus sighed, picked her up, and stuffed her back into her vendor's cart. She turned to Zelda. "I'm going back to the other carts to get some food- come with me. The others are fine."

Zelda nodded, and followed Samus in search for beef by-products.

(…….)

Bowser and DK, searching for a vendor, saw an upturned hot dog vendor laying in the sand, along with a closed-up cooler next to a huge pile of blankets. Eagerly running over and snatching up the cooler and vendor, they ran off towards the two sand forts.

(……)

Zelda and Samus, having found a hot dog stand and some slushies behind the icebox in there, dragged it back, knowing that Peach would appreciate the slushies and Nana would love the ice. The boys had resumed their fight and were starting on whether or not Ford or Toyota had bigger gas tanks, which would keep them occupied for hours until the next point was brought up, most likely on whether or not the Japanese used stainless steel or aluminum in their stereos.

Samus was the first to notice that the vendor cart was gone and the cooler was gone. "Hey… where are Nana and Peach?"

Zelda, busy lugging around the vending cart full of food and covered by a beach towel to stop the stuff from melting, wasn't looking towards the blankets- she was having trouble getting past a huge hunk of wet sand. Panting, she said, "I really don't know… where we left them possibly?"

Samus grabbed the princess's arm and yelled, "THEY'RE GONE!"

Zelda stared. "What? Peach didn't have the energy to snore when we left! How could she possibly get up and leave? And Nana was perfectly content where she was, though if it was the banana smell that drove her away I'm not blaming her."

Samus followed the tracks and moaned. "Great! It leads to the Ford fort, while the cooler tracks lead to the Toyota sand castle. What now?"

Zelda sighed and sagged into the sand. "I dunno… just let them freak out about the no-food thing and they'll calm down eventually…"

(End chapter six)

A/N And what shall happen to our favorite female Eskimo and a sleeping princess? Find out next episode on-

:gets hit by computer mouse: Mouse: This isn't a TV show, moron!

Me: Aiee. That hurt. Uh, review… come back… you know the drill! Come back next epi- :ducks: Meeep! Oh, and if I spelled Toyota wrong a few times... ignore that... yeah..