DarkWarLordofDoomness: Hello! Hola! Bonjour! I'd like to take a moment to thank EVERYONE who review-o.O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS THAT!?!?! (points to that)

LazyJellyfishWithoutWrath: (raises tentacle) -.- (flops)

StevetheEvilTomato: That's my friend Lazy. He's visiting from Skye Agony, Guitarist of Doom's place.

DarkWarLordofDoomness: THAT IS A JELLYFISH!!!!!!!!

Steve: We're past that now.

Lazy: (is magically transported to the top of DarkWarLordofDoomness' head)

DarkWarLordofDoomness: OoO!!!!!! (runs around in circles) IT'S EATING MY BRAIN!!!

Lazy: -.-zZz (is asleep)

DarkWarLordofDoomness: I'M DYING!!!!!!!!! (faints)

Steve: (O.o) Wow. She still alive?

Lazy: Ye.......ye.....yeeeee...(falls asleep again)

Steve: (evil little tomato grin) COOOOOOOOoooooooooooooollllllllllll!!!!!!!! I'M in charge now.....Bwuahahahahahahaha-hack! Hurg! Cough! Cough! GASP!! Geez, how the heck can she laugh like that!?!? Yeah.......Uh, thank you, Skye Agony, Guitarist of Doom, for allowing us to use Joe the Beaver! Now, on to the disclaimer! Heh...I always wanted to say that.

Lazy: -.-zZz..............

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Disclaimer: Hello lawyers,

you can't sue,

cause me no own!

(Alas, this is true) T-T

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As Roy was pushed towards the now-open trapdoor, he saw the horror within its depths.

'Dear Lord no!!'

Rabid fangirls. (A.N.Dun dun duuuun!!!! Steve:......When'd you wake up? DWLoD:shrugs)

There were hundreds of them, swarming around eachother, making hideous noises that sound like "Like, kee-yoot!!" or calling out "Tooooooooooootalllllleeeeeeeeee!!!"

The gray-cloaked leader smiled, although Roy couldn't see it because the cloak covered his face. "Rabid fangirls. And not just any rabid fangirls. These are the truly obsessed and disturbed, the most rabid of all. And they've been in here for months without pictures of bishonen or anything pink." He snapped his fingers, and a minion came forth bearing....a magazine with Legolas on the cover. He tossed it into the pit.

The sight that Roy beheld was terrifying. Imagine his pain, seeing these rabid creatures attack eachother, scratching, clawing, tearing at eachothers' hair over the magazine, and knowing that you could be next.

"To help you better understand the rabitity of these fangirls, we have an informational video for you to view."

Suddenly, Roy was tied to a chair in front of a big tv.

"Uhh....don't I get popcorn?"

"You're asking me, the antagonist, for popcorn."

"Yup."

He sighed. "Fine then."

A perfectly popped batch of popcorn was brought forth.

"......No butter?"

Steaming, hot butter was poured on the popcorn.

"No soda?"

Diet Coke was brought.

"......Diet? Are you insinuating that I am fat?"

Regular coke was brought.

"I like Pepsi."

The Coke was replaced with Pepsi.

"Perfect!" Roy smiled. He tried to grab a handful of the perfect popcorn, but his hands were tied behind his back. "...................."

The leader laughed evilly. The popcorn, the soda, it was all right beneath his nose, but Roy wouldn't be able to eat any of it. Roy narrowed his eyes.

"You bastard!"

Then the video started, and some guy with an Australian accent began to speak.

"Here we see the rabid fangirl. How rabid is it? Well we're gonna find out."

The host walked over to where a rabid fangirl was calmly doing her nails.

"I'm now going to imitate the call of a fangirl. Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!!!" he called. "Liiiike!"

The rabid fangirl looked up. "Huh?"

"This one's alone, which is very, very rare for a rabid fangirl. They are very social creatures, but they ain't that smart. Now I'm going to show her a picture of Sessho-maru....CRIKEY!!!!!!"

The camera fell over, showing only the wilderness known as the mall. Screams of pain came from somewhere offscreen, and then we see the host trying to crawl away. He appears to be missing an arm. The rabid fangirl flies towards him, shrieking.

"Gimmefluffynownownowandmorepicsoffluffy!!!!!"

"Crikey! She's hitting me with me arm!!"

The screen is filled with snow.

The leader coughed as he switched off the tv. "Yes, very educational indeed."

Roy was untied and pushed towards the pit of rabid fangirls. Seized by panic, he struggled. In a desperate attempt to free himself, he stomped on the foot of one of the guards. It didn't work. Roy was dragged to the pit, and thrown in.

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In the mansion, 8:40-something a.m.

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Master Hand floated through the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to zap something. How could McDonald's fire HIM, of all people.....hands......what was up with that?!?! Thank whoever was up there watching for the Classifieds. He found a job that seemed promising. The majority of them could work at the local lumber mill that he'd never known existed.

Pausing by the counter, idly wondering what he should eat, Master Hand allowed his eyes......

(AN. Hold on for one sec. starts to sob) to wander along the counter, until he saw something that should never be seen by mortal eyes....or hands. Ketchup on raisin bread.

Master Hand gagged, and fell to the ground. Young Link strolled in a grabbed it.

"THERE'S my breakfast!"

As the remainder of the Smashers arrived in their pursuit of food, Master Hand eloquently informed them that their assistance was required at the location of their employment.

"We all have jobs now. Be ready to work in two hours."

So very eloquently, indeed.

Pikachu, Pichu, Jigglypuff, Kirby and the children were the only ones not going.And neither was Link, being immobile with his injury. Then again, Samus and Marth weren't going either. They were out searching for Roy. Don't tell me you thought they forgot him. That would be ridiculous. Trust me, it's very hard to forget about the cute pyromaniac who wields a sword. Especially when he's teamed up with two other swordmen on numerous occasions to battle the forces of evil. Or hijack an ice cream truck. Whichever.

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In a forest somewhere...

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"ROOOOOOOOOOOY!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOOOOOOU!?!?"

"Are yousss searches for somethingsss?"

"Uhh...." Samus stared at the weird, greenish midget-thing. "Yeah, we are."

"Gollum, we can helpsss them, can't we my preciousss? Gollum! Wesss can find thisss Roy..."

Samus pointed her blaster at the repulsive thing.

"Where is Roy?"

"Smeagol will leadsss the way, gollum! We'll find the one with red hairssssss, won't we, my Preciousss?"

The weird, loinclothed creature seemed deranged, and he had no clue what this 'Precious' was, but Marth had to find Roy. He and Samus followed it, clueless as to the plans forming in its head.

In the lumbermill....

Captain Falcon studied the paper he was holding.

"It says here our new boss is Joe the Beaver, but I don't see anyone...."

"Down here!" A little voice cried.

"Huh? Who said that?"

"I did!" They all looked down, and saw a short, little beaver. Ganondorf placed one fist on the other. Joe was about that size.

"I'm Joe the Beaver!" The miniscule beaver adjusted his mountie hat.

"I'm your boss!"

"You?!"

"Yes, me!"

Master Hand floated lower. "But..."

"What?"

"Chicken butt!" Yoshi yelled. Everyone turned to glare at him.

"I find that highly offensive." Falco stated coldly.

Mr. Game&Watch beeped in annoyance. Peach rolled her eyes. Luigi, who found ANYTHING relating to butts offensive, glared as fiercely as anyone who looks like that can glare. After making Yoshi squirm uncomfortably for two minutes, they all returned to the previous topic as though nothing had happened.

"You're so...."

"Yes?" Joe waited, silently hoping it was a word other than the one which he hated.

"Short."

Alas, it was. Joe pushed down on his mountie hat so that it covered his eyes.

"GET TO WORK, SLACKERS!!!!!!"

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Back in the mansion's garage...

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Pikachu crawed out from under the machine he'd been working on. He wiped sweat off his furry forehead, smearing it with grease in the process.

"Pika pi chu ka?"

Pichu adjusted a pair of blue goggles over her eyes, then tied her favorite blue bandana around her neck. She looked like a pilot.

"Pi!"

Pikachu switched on the machine. A giant fan started to spin lazily, the moved faster.

Pichu was now having trouble keeping her balance. The fan was still going faster, and the wind it was causing grew stronger. Pichu leaned forward, gritting her teeth.

"Piiiiii...."

Even faster.

"Cha!" Pichu pressed herself against the ground, trying to dig her claws into the cement, while Pikachu stood a safe distance away, scribbling on his clipboard.

"PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHUUUUUU!!!" Pichu flew into the wall. "Pi...."

Pikachu turned off the machine and checked his clipboard. Shaking his head, he made a few adjustments. Pichu slid down the wall, making a loud squealing noise as she did so. Struggling to her feet, she moved back to the center of the room.

Pikachu turned on the fan again. It accelerated quickly, going to its high speed much sooner. Pichu was slammed against the wall much sooner than she had expected to be. Pikachu made more adjustments while she peeled herself off the wall and moved back to her spot in front of the fan.

Three tries later, Pikachu made one last adjustment. If it didn't work this time, it was back to the drawing board. Trembling, he switched it on.

Hurricane force winds instantly sent Pichu flying into the wall.

Pikachu turned it off, and gave Pichu a thumbs-up.

Pichu cracked a smile that would have been adorable in different cicumstances. But now, with her face looking the way it looked after being aquainted with the wall so many times, she looked a lot less like a pilot, and a lot more like a hockey player. She hopped out of her little crater in the wall, adjusted her cracked goggles, and stood on the red 'X' in the corner.

"Kachu!" Pikachu pressed a red button, and a lazer made from floss, a toaster, and one of Peach's hairdryers descended from the ceiling. Pichu's ears drooped as it was aimed at her.

"Chu......" It was one of those days.

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!"It is soooooo weird! Every hairdryer I had suddenly disappeared!"

Zelda tried to block out the sound of Peach talking, she really did. But sweeping just wasn't interesting enough to block out Peach with. Unless she stuffed the broom in her mouth....

"How do SEVEN hairdryers disappear like that?!?! Now I can dry my hair! That is soo NOT suh-weet!"

"How......interesting. Trying to maintain her dignity and her sanity, Zelda watched Joe yell at Mr. Game&Watch. Because he was so thin, the skinny guy kept slipping through the cracks in the floor. When he was done with that, Joe told Captain Falcon how to operate the buzzsaw.

"......And pay attention to it at all times! Got it!?"

"Yus!"

Joe wandered off to watch Master Hand work.

Captain Falcon pressed a button. He watched as a log was cleanly sliced into two halves by the saw. Another one came, and was cut in two. Then another. And another. This one had "Johnny Heart Jane" written in it. That log was sliced in two, separating Johnny and Jane forever. Captain Falcon was having so much fun, he decided to take a nap.

The buzzsaw continued its work. It diligently sawed another log that had once been a big tree in half. He'd been doing it for years. But, what was this?!? No one was watching him! The desire for freedom flared in the buzzsaw's heart. He broke free and jumped to the floor.

Captain Falcon dreamed that a bee was flying around his head, and wouldn't go away. Then he woke up, but the buzzing was still there. Actually, it was more of a bzzt than a bzzzz. Looking to his left, Captain Falcon saw the giant saw moving around clumsily. The buzzsaw he was supposed to be watching. The buzzsaw turned towards him, and the racer got the feeling that if it had eyes, it would be glaring at him. He did what any self-respecting, macho, muscular bounty-hunter/racer would do. He screamed like a little gited beyond the reach of the Rmrl and ran like hell.

Captain Falcon ran past Zelda and Peach, still screaming. Zelda momentarily forgot about the broom she was holding above Peach's head, and Peach stopped talking. They turned and saw the Rampaging Buzzsaw of Death. Guess what they did? They ditched their high heels and ran like they were being chased by a Rampaging Buzzsaw of Death.

Captain Falcon was fast. But if you've ever played him in SSBM, you know that he has trouble stopping. So Mr. Genius ran right into Ganondorf and Bowser. Bowser growled at him, and prepared to create a barbeque. Ganondorf flexed his muscles. Then they heard Peach and Zelda screaming. Interested in what would make the girlfriends of their arch-enemies scream, they stared past Captain Falcon. They saw the impending buzzsaw, their eyes popped, and they ran as fast as two of the slowest characters can run.

They all ran, ran, ran, as fast as they could. More Smashers joined their panicked group. Joe moved his tiny limbs so quickly they were blurred. Then Master Hand stopped.

"Why am I running? Forget this." He floated up, and watched the rest of them run. Mewtwo, being psychic, also floated beyond the reach of the Rampaging Buzzsaw of Doom. Everyone else had to run, the poor suckers.

"Run, run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the GingerBre-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" The GingerBread Man was sliced to bits. Only crumbs remained. Everything was destroyed, even-

"Not the gumdrop buttons! Anything but those!" cried Ganondorf. Blinded by rage, he stopped running, and turned to face the buzzsaw.

"Ganondorf! Noooooo! You'll die!" Screamed everyone else. But they all kept running.

The buzzsaw was almost on top off him now. He lept to the side, and charged up his punch.

"This is for you, Gingy! HUAAAAH!!!!!!!"

The buzzzaw was sent off course by the punch, and it crashed through the wall. It charged up to the top of the hill, where it reared up. Silhoueted by the sunset, it sped into the sunset.

Ganondorf fell to his knees. "Gingy..." He sobbed. Mr Game&Watch placed a hand on his shoulder. He, too, had once suffered a loss such as this.

Joe looked around his lumbermill. The floor was torn up, the wall had a hole in it, and he needed another saw. He readjusted his mountie hat. "You're fired."

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This is the end of the chapter. You sad? Too bad. I'm glad.

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DarkWarLordofDoomness: Skye, I hoped you liked this chappie, cause my fingers hurt from all the typing! T-T Poor fingers....

Steve: You're pathetic.

DarkWarLordofDommness: And sorry about all the numbers between the scene changes. The stupid thing isn't letting me do the spaces the way I want to do them. .