A/N: Sorry about the wait, my computer's been down recently.
the pen pals: What do you expect, they're assistants! But yeah, they're definitely funnier that way. Oh, and thanks for the review!
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Marth appeared opposite of Yoshi in Big Blue, where he and Yoshi were supposed to battle.
'Perfect. Just perfect. I get to fight the unluckiest guy in the Mansion in the most dangerous place. Oh well, at least things can't get any worse...' Marth thought, trying to see the metaphorical glass as half full as the match began.
However, there was something strange about this fight that Marth couldn't quite put his finger on. Before Marth could begin to figure it out, though, Yoshi bounded over to him and slashed viciously at Marth with a sword that looked strangely like Falchion. Marth looked down towards his scabbard to find that Falchion was indeed gone!
"Yoshi, give it here!" Marth growled furiously at the dinosaur, who stuck his tongue out in response.
Marth stuck his tongue out back, accidentally stretching his tongue out so far that he snagged Falchion by mistake and ended up swallowing it, much like Yoshi would have done. In fact, it was almost as if he had Yoshi's tongue...
"Huh. I didn't know you liked to eat swords too, Marth. You should have said something." Yoshi said happily as he watched Marth run around the stage in a panic. This probably would have gone on for some time if the ship Marth had been riding on hadn't chosen that exact time to speed up, throwing Marth off onto Yoshi and over the edge, KO'ing them both.
"So that's what happens when two people use the same transporter. You owe me 5 bucks, Fox." Link said as Marth and Yoshi stepped out of different transporters this time, the effects apparently having been reversed.
"Maybe you guys haven't heard, but to have a sucessful tournament, you can't both keep being KO'ed at the same time..." Roi said sarcastically.
"I was facing Yoshi, what did you expect?' Marth snapped irritably, feeling his throat nervously, making sure there was no lasting damage from his impromptu sword swallowing act.
"Oh, that's your excuse for everything." Roy said airly, waving one hand in the air as Marth kicked him in the shins grumpily.
"Can we just get on with the tournament before anything else happens?" Popo asked hopefully.
"Ok then, you and Nana versus Peach in Yoshi's Island." Siegfried responded without missing a beat.
"This is NOT what I had in mind..." Popo muttered mutinously as the Ice Climbers and Peach trudged into the transporters reluctantly.
Meanwhile, Captain Falcon was now hopelessly lost deep within one of the many dead end hallways that wound through the heart of the Mansion.
"Well, at least I'm in a place that won't cause me any bad luck whatsoever! I mean, they were just silly little kitties! What's there to be afraid of? They can't even talk!" Captain Falcon declared as he strode down the twisting hall, gaining confidence with every step he took, albeit in the wrong direction.
That is, until he tripped over a lump of some kind sitting in the middle of the hallway. Rubbing his head despite he fact that he was wearing a large racing helmet, the Captain peered over to see what he had tripped over.
"What you lookin' at, moron? I'm inna middle o' sumthing here." A small black cat looked straight at the racer, a look of fury on its face.
The color slowly drained from Captain Falcon's face as he scrambled up and ran pell-mell down the hallway, screaming about demented cats. The small cat watched him go, the traces of a smile at its lips.
"Heh heh heh. Easiest day's work I ever did." The cat chuckled to itself as it sauntered off in the opposite direction that Captain Falcon had gone--towards the tournament.
Well, another chapter down. I promise I'll get the next chapter up sooner this time! R&R now please!