I do not own Smash Brothers. Look out (Points to the sky) IT IS THE SKY.

"Are you cold, Fox," asked Mewtwo.

Fox shook his head. "No, I'm fine. It's just the areas not covered by my clothing that's shaved."

Mewtwo grimaced at a possibility. "Are you still being hunted by members of PETA?"

Fox shook his head, "No," he said, "I convinced them that this coat grows out of my skin."

Mewtwo took another moment to contemplate other possibilities. There were many, but none of them was definitive in indicating Fox's situation.

Whatever, thought Mewtwo. "All right," he asked Fox, "what transpired the previous day?"

On a quiet street in the suburban was Fox running at full speed. There are many reasons that could explain his presence at 1'o clock in the morning. One would assume he fell out of his Arwing, a victim of inebriation. They would have to tune into the morning news to discover that they would be right. However, they could not. That same Arwing had crashed into the news-casting center.

"F#$," hissed Fox. "Okay, calm down, Fox, it's not like they can trace it back to me? How many people fly Arwings? More than ten? twenty?"

While Fox speculated on the number of Arwings on Earth, an ominous force was moving against him.

(In a…uh…evil house.)

His name was Muns. Currently he was scoping the streets with his NVG. He was dressed in military fatigues. Lying around his house were weapons that he stole from the army after they discharged him. This was how they thanked him for his vigilance. It was only one mistake. Anyone could have confused a fireworks show for an alien attack. The howitzer didn't even kill anyone.

Tonight, some flying object attacked his town. He knew that the aliens had come to assassinate him before he could spread word of their arrival. Let them come. Alien blood will be watering his plants for years.

"Sergeant Binky, what are the readings from the Geiger counter," he asked.

The stuff rag doll he placed by the machinery stood immobile and silent.

"Sergeant Binky," reiterated Muns, "I need that repo-"

He caught movement. It was some…creature…that was human, and yet not.

"Sergeant Binky," whispered Muns in a harsh tone, "We have a hostile. Prep the gear. Remember, this is a clandestine operation."

(MEANWHILE OUTSIDE!)

As Fox continued walking, he noticed a roar of an engine. He turned his head and saw a Humvee with high beams activated barrelling down on him.

"Phsssh, all you gas guzzling jerks are the same," he muttered scornfully.

This one was different though. The driver rolled down the window and pointed a rocket launcher at Fox. Fox gaped in surprise and started to run. He could hear the rocket fired. At the last moment, Fox ducked down, just feeling the Rocket past by the back of his head. The rocket ended up destroying a school.

"Damnit," cursed Muns. "I only had one rocket!"

He pulls out small calibre weapons and starts firing. Fox, quick as lightning, managed to dodge them.

As fast as Fox was, he could only run for so long before becoming exhausted. And as horrible the miles to gallon ratio the Humvee had, it was a machine. Eventually, Fox could run no more.

Muns smiled and chuckled deviously. "I got you now, alien menace!"

He revved up the Humvee and hurtled down the alley.

Fox, seeing no other option, pulled out his blaster and starts firing.

He tried destroying the engine block, but the vehicle was armoured to well. He switched his focus to the windowpanes.

The first few blasts cracked the panes. The rest broke through. Muns managed to duck under the salvo, while preventing the Humvee from screeching out of control. He managed to get halt the vehicle

Muns gasped heavily. "That was close, wasn't Sergeant?"

He turned to his solider and horror flooded him. Sergeant Binky had several exit wounds.

Muns reached forward with a quivering hand.

"Binky," he said hesitantly.

The doll didn't respond.

Muns picked up the doll and cradled it. He arched his head back.

"BINKY!" he screamed, voice brimming with anguish.

Fox took that as his cue to hoof it.

"Wait a minute," said Mewtwo confused, "why are you bald? No where in your tale did you specify how that came to be?"

"It's not supposed to be in the story," answered Fox. "In the morning, I chewed a piece of gum and blew a big bubble. It exploded, so I asked Falco to give me a trim. It was after that I found out it was his Arwing I crashed."

But wait, thought Mewtwo, something was not computing. "Forgive me, if I seem exacting, but how do you know this maniac's personality so well? You've never met face to face."

Fox pointed at the window. "He's right outside. Go ask him yourself."

There he was, face pressed against the window, with Binky's "corpse" right beside him.

"I know you're in there!" he screamed. "You can't hide here forever! The brains in this mansion will not sustain you forever! And then you'll pay for Binky!"

While the person continued screaming, overlooking Fox for he now resembled an anthropomorphic hairless Chihuahua, Mewtwo phoned the police.