A/N Hayo the mayo! (Don't ask.) Well, I just might extend this chapter or add another one (making the total ten) but you never know. Keep your hopes up for another chapter!

Just a note (I really need to get this out) we just got our house painted and it has a REALLY sharp smell in the kitchen (where the computer is. Again, don't ask.) You know that fresh paint smell? Yeah, well, if you are ever lacking some, you can borrow some of ours.

Oh, about the 360-180 degrees thing, The Banana Gal (That is your name, right?), you are right- I am completely lame in math, and cannot do angles and that kind of stuff to save my life. Thank goodness we have people like you to catch these things::gives cheeze curls and packets of ramen: Oh, and for the rest of you guys… :assorted candy bars and soap on a rope:

Disclaimer: A loser in math, horrible at remembering things about the tides (see earlier chapter reviews) and types in a smelly kitchen… yep, that's me, the head of the Super Smash Brother corporation. Can't you tell::puffs out chest to look officious and coughs: Meep… that hurt. :attempts terrifying, loud laugh and chokes on spit: How do those villains do it::opens "How to be a villain and not hurt yourself" book: Interesting…

(Begin Chapter Nine)

Finally, after some screams and desperate cries from Zelda, Peach and Samus grudgingly abandoned their dream talk and went to help her fight off the gulls and guys.

However, the talk continued, this time discussing their diets. How the conversation got there, no one, not even Peach and Samus, knows.

"You see, I'm trying to lay off of the chocolate and maybe ease off the toffee and nuts," explained Samus as she whacked a rather vicious gull in the beak, and sent it squawking in the opposite direction… namely, Zelda.

"It's the carbs that get me," said Peach thoughtfully, "All that pasta Mario makes for me is killer, but after ten portions it all goes straight to my hips-"

"KNOCK IT OFF, YOU TWO!" screamed Zelda, and swiftly ducked and executed a quick cuff to the oncoming bird, who was being batted around like a bouncy ball in the hand of an excited kindergartener.

Peach kicked an attacking male (a small, green-clad one) and commented, "Geez, when's the last time your took a good nap?"

"Judging by the lack of sleep all of us have had-" started Samus, then yelped. "Young Link! You just bit me!"

"I think that was Claws," observed Nana, who now had empty hands. "She needed some exercise."

"I didn't do anything," said Young Link, getting up and dusting some sand off of his green trunks. "You don't have a screwdriver on you do you?"

Samus screwed up her expression, looked thoughtful, and shook her head. "Nope, not for a while. Check Nana- she's always getting into the Master Hand's office and stealing reports off of his desk."

"Can you do that with a screwdriver?" asked Young Link, clearly oblivious to the chaos around him, with the gulls slamming into him and the screams from Zelda, who had transformed back into her true form.

Samus shrugged and belted a good one towards a shrieking gull who was eating her hair. "Dunno, but she always comes back from the office with a stack of reports on the Smashers and a screwdriver."

Young Link gestured towards Nana, and in the process of throwing out his hands, hit a seagull in the beak and knocked it aside, right into Zelda's face. "When can I talk to her?"

Samus squinted into the sea, noticing a flock of gulls coming their way. "Later, I suppose. We have guests."

Peach sniffed, clearly upset by the new visitors. "And I didn't even put the coffee out."

"Coffee?" asked Mario, popping up out of no where. Or, as Peach suspected, behind the giant pile of blankets that were Jigglypuff's bed and the girls shield.

"I was jo-" started Peach, but a huge, feathered wave slammed into her side and sent her flying, but before she hit the guys debating sand podiums, her parasol poofed out and saved her from a sandy defeat.

"RUN!" screamed Mario, and scattered towards the tent/castles. The other males followed, except for Young Link, who was drawing pictures of screwdrivers into the wet sand. Staring at the figures for a second, he looked up and said, "I wonder if I can get time off of the debates to work on it?"

The gulls turned and whacked into Young Link like a winged sledgehammer (strange image there) and sent the poor young boy flying towards the Ford territory.

Zelda threw herself into the pile of blankets and pillows, and a sudden squeak came from beneath her. Grabbing a tuft of hair, she yanked up, and was suddenly staring into a pair of wide, sleepy eyes.

Jigglypuff, yawning and blissfully oblivious to the raging battle about her, murmured a song, and Zelda felt her senses fade ad eyelids droop. "No! Bad cotton ball!" she yelled, but it was faint, and she slipped into a deep sleep, as did everyone else within a mile.

In the game, she has to soften her abilities, but in real life… get a pillow before you listen. Because you will hit the sack and be out for a while, and without comfort, a stiff neck will greet you when you wake up.

The seagulls, too, were affected, and dropped to the ground, wings curling beneath them, sleeping. All of the Smashers, upon hearing her snoozing song, fell into slumber.

Well, all except one, Nana. Grasping her pet crab, she had buried her head in the ground and not heard a note, and poked her gritty head out of the sand when the earth stopped trembling. Grinning in relief, she happily frolicked about the beach among the napping Smashers, bouncing about like a kid who had sucked down ten Cokes and three Snicker bars.

After a while, she got tired of frolicking and began to skip, and when skipping tired her, she sank down into the sand and thought about what to do.

Now, she could sleep- but she didn't want to be a conformist and sleep among the sleepers. She could set fire to the Ford and Toyota camps- but was too lazy.

Suddenly, the perfect idea came to her. It was like a light bulb that flickered to life in the attic- light shone brilliantly on her mind amidst all the dusty antiques.

Rubbing her hands together to get the sand off, she set down Claws on top of a sand mound and got to work.

(Two hours later)

Captain Falcon shifted, and blinked. "All right, let's go over this again."

Ganondorf nodded. "Our symbol is a Harley Davidson on fire, with two gas tanks and an unlit match near the bottom in alphabetical order."

Captain Falcon nodded. "Good, good…"

Gannondorf then picked up a torn sheet with the words 'Fuel Fanatics' scrawled across it in (stolen) purple Sharpie. "We shall wave this in battle."

Captain Falcon screwed up his face. "Uh, battle?"

Ganondorf shrugged. "I don't think there will be any battles- it just sounds kind of cool to say."

The racer nodded. "Sounds nice. And…" he said, picking up a sheet with a huge diagram of a car drawn on it. "This is our recruiting sheet. If they want to join, they write their name, favorite car part, favorite flavor of Starburst, and why they are joining Fuel Fanatics."

Ganondorf nodded seriously. "The Starburst flavor part, be sure to emphasize that."

Captain Falcon looked thoughtful, then scrawled a big circle around that in the list of directions of top of the sheet in stolen purple Sharpie. "There. Anything more?"

Ganondorf nodded. "I think we're done. Now let's go recruit some Fuel Fanatics!"

After a brief secret handshake, the two set off for the beach to draft their members.

Ganondorf and Captain Falcon chatted along the way, but stopped when they arrived at the beach.

Complete silence, absent of any sound, even snoring. In fact, the beach was also completely absent of…

"Where did all the Smashers go?" asked Ganondorf, furrowing his eyebrows, then resuming his normal look. Well, as normal as you could get with an evil villain like Ganondorf.

Captain Falcon pointed to the sea. "There."

There were bobbing bodies in the sea, the waves pushing them up and down gently.

Captain Falcon and Ganondorf exchanged looks.

"I guess we'll have to wait, then?" asked Ganondorf, looking somewhat disappointed.

Captain Falcon shrugged. "Oh well. This gives us more time to think about our new motto- 'Fuel is Fun' or 'We Support All Kinds Of Car Companies That Will Give Us Free Food', which sounds better?"

The two left again, talking more, and gesturing quite a bit, before Ganondorf commented, "You know, we should help them."

Casting slow glances over their shoulders, they muttered things like, "Yeah," and "They'd probably kill us if we didn't" and "I like 'We Support All Kinds Of Car Companies That Will Give Us Free Food' better".

They both took a deep breath, looked at each other, and said, "Nah," and trotted off (or frolicked, if you wish) towards their camp.

(In the sea)

Fox woke, and licked the salty water off of his muzzle. "Memo to self," he muttered. "Never fall asleep in the sea…" About to drift off again, he opened his eyes, and yelped, "NEVER FALL ASLEEP IN THE SEA!"

(End chapter nine)

A/N I'll make another chapter. It'll be the last though… :hands out handkerchiefs and brownies to sooth tears: But, in a way, consider it a bonus chapter!

I haven't much to say, except I might've called the sea the ocean a few times, or vice versa. It's a sea, but I might call it ocean on accident.

Well, read, review, and give Shadowsong money::crickets chirp: Ah hush, I don't except them to do the last part… though doing all three would be nice!