I do not own super smash brothers…………….what?

Mewtwo looked at Bowser's attire. The likelihood of someone coercing Bowser to wear clothes had the same chances of convincing the school principal that pot was a learning aid

He starred at Bowser's pants and making sure that Bowser had noticed that.

The dinosaur shifted in his seat, looking irritated and uncomfortable.

Interesting, thought Mewtwo.

"Say Bowser," he asked, "is there a reason that you are wearing pants?"

Bowser glared at the Pokemon.

"None of your business, ya freak!" he replied gruffly.

Mewtwo hid his smile and went back outside to where the small brat still lied on the lawn.

He levitated the child upright and gave him a light slap across the face.

"Wake up," demanded Mewtwo.

"Wha-wha, don't hurt me!" pleaded the brat.

"I won't if you'll answer my questions."

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"I assume that you were tailing Bowser, hoping that he would lead you here"

The kids nodded dumbfound. "That's right. Are you reading my mind?"

Mewtwo permitted a small smile on his face.

"No, I assume that was the case since the location of the mansion itself is not public knowledge."

Bowser batted away the last of the Christians who had tried to cover him up. Everywhere he went; people always thought that he was flashing.

He would have incinerated whole towns except the fact that he wanted to distance himself from Godzilla. The comparisons were already starting to creep him out.

He felt a tap on his leg. He looked down and saw a small boy.

"What!" roared Bowser.

"Are you a girl or a boy?" asked the kid.

"What the HELL!" screamed Bowser. "How can you not know I'm a guy?"

The boy looked at him from foot to head.

"Well," replied the boy, "for one thing, guys pee standing up. How bout you?"

"…"

"Wait a minute," said Mewtwo, "that's it? That is the sole reason he's wearing pants?"

The boy nodded. "If you were hoping for an epic, I'm sorry."

"That was an incredibly absurd anecdote," stated the pokemon. "So I believe you're telling the truth."

"So you're letting me off the hook?" asked the hopeful boy.

"I think you need a nap."

Mewtwo compelled him to sleep. The boy fell onto the grass, snoring.

If it wasn't for the free rent, Mewtwo would have taken off long ago. The freaks that inhabited this mansion would have many psychologists reconsider their analytical procedures. Shit, why not declare them all insane and save time.

He parked his rear onto the front porch and awaited his delivery of coffee beans. The dump truck should be here in another five minutes. The cargo drop from the plane would be in ten minutes.

Well, that is the end. Thank you all for your reviews and for reading my story. Now I must sleep in my coffin before the sun rises.

(Gets into coffin)

GOOD NITE!