A/N: Yes, I'm back. Sorry bout the delay, but I was on vacation and I don't own a laptop. Anyway, for those of you wondering about my other fic, I'll update that ASAP.

Disclaimer: Why do you think I own anything?

It was now 8:30AM. About half the Smashers were up at this point, although the kitchen was deserted except for Roy and Roi. Neither was really sure about the fate of everyone else, but they were both too busy to care, seeing as how Roy was attempting to explain life at the Smasher's Mansion to a confused and rather skeptical Roi.

"See, everyone was basically plucked from their home dimension to go entertain Master Hand and rule the world or something." Roy explained.

" 'Rule the world or something'? " Roi asked cynically, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, how would I know? Master was never very clear on anything, and I'm one of the newer Smashers anyway. When he says something, it's usually some incredibly vague advice or some threat for doing something like fighting outside of the arenas. Not like it stops anyone or anything like that though..." Roy said grumpily.

"Look, I appreciate the effort, but maybe you should just let me find out on my own. There's a lot more information involved with this place than you'd think." Roi said, slightly overwhelmed.

"Not really. Just stay away from the more perverted Smashers and pretend to do what those two say and you're probably fine." Roi said, leaning back in his chair, only to topple over.

"...Never mind, I don't think I want to know..." Roi said, sweatdropping slightly as a large white glove floated into the kitchen in an obvious bad mood, if gloves could have bad moods.

"Roi!" The glove shouted angrily.

"What?" Both Roy and Roi answered simultaneously.

The glove sighed impatiently. "Not you, the other one."

"Which of us is the other one?" Roy inquired, confused.

The glove visibly restrained itself from using Roy as a moving target and grabbed Roi roughly by the arm and dragged her off. As they were traveling down the dark hallways, a familiar voice sounded out in the darkness.

"Having fun?" Siegfried chirped, leaning against a door.

The glove stopped to look at him for a moment quizzically.

"Just how did you find the door to the 3 1/2 floor so fast, anyway? Oh well, doesn't really matter, I suppose. Now get in here!" The glove shouted, flinging the door open and depositing both the "assistants" on the floor unceremoniously.

"Now! I suppose you are wondering who I am-" The glove began.

"The guy with the Cinnabun stand at the airport who was supposed to have hired us in the first place?" Siegfried interrupted.

"No! I am the great and magnificent Crazy Hand, whom you shall both obey at all costs!" Crazy Hand shouted, striking what he considered a heroic and inspiring pose.

Siegfried and Roi exchanged worried looks. "Whatever. So, what shall we do first?" Siegfried asked, rather disturbed by Crazy Hand's pose.

This stopped Crazy Hand dead in his tracks. "That's easy, you'll go..uh..." Crazy Hand trailed off midsentence.

"Well, then why don't you have us go and make sure everyone is up?You know, for the good of the company and all that." Siegfried suggested, his eyes sparkling mischieviously.

"Uh, sure, why not?" Crazy Hand uttered, looking rather lost as the twosome left the 3 1/2 floor to go do their "master" 's bidding. Once out of hearing range, Roi spun around to glare at Siegfried angrily.

"What were you thinking?! This place is full of people called SMASHERS, for God's sake! Why couldn't you let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak?" She hissed furiously.

"Well, what did you want me to say to get us out of there? We can take anything they throw at us. Literally and figuratively. Besides, I've got a plan that won't get us in trouble whatsoever! What could go wrong?" Siegfried replied calmly, a slight smirk on his lips as he began to outline his idea.

Alright, R&R please!