AN- Sorry about the obscene update wait. I've been sick, and there have been some other things I will not bore anyone with. Also, for some reason, I just could not come up with anything for this fight. I still can't so don't expect much, but I wanted to move the story along. Hitting 40 reviews was such a wonderful feeling. (All the people with 200 reviews are laughing at me right now) As for the plush and money I offered reviewer #40, I lied. Mwa ha ha. Ahem. Anyway, let's get to smashing! Also, I don't own Ben and Jerrys ice cream.

Marth's bedroom-Whatever world Marth and Roy reside in-3:33AM

Marth sat in his bedroom, crying into a carton of Ben and Jerrys ice cream.

"I can't believe that dastardly (haven't heard that word since the 80's) ape destroyed the face of my beloved Roy! :Sob: Without a male fantasy, what am I going to do with my life?"

Marth sat and cried for a while longer, gorging himself with the ice creamy goodness that Ben and Jerry deliver to all unhappy women. Finally, an idea struck him.

"There's no use crying over a man who is now ugly. I'll just have to find a new fantasy!"

Marth pulled out his yearbook from his days at Smasher High (yes, they all went to school together. Why do you think they fight so much?) he flipped through the pages, looking for a good looking guy.

"Hmmm…. Kirby? No…. he's kinda flabby. Ness? Ick, too young. Shiek? .. hmmmm… maybe, but I think he's too busy with Zelda. Hmph, slut. Gannon, no, he's mean. And ugly. Link?….. too overdone. Mario?…. no, I can't stand mustaches. Popo….? No, while his parka is very chic, I don't like the idea of us both wearing blue. Wouldn't look good. Doesn't leave a lot of options…."

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the nose of an Arwing broke through the wall of Marth's room. Fox stepped out and shook his head.

"Shouldn't have taken that left at Albuquerque…."

Marth looked up at Fox, not sure of what to say of the intrusion. Finally he settled with, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Fox shrugged his shoulders. "These ghosts appeared in front of me while I was driving. They told me there was this wonderful shortcut. I was kind of late, I had promised Peppy I would meet him in the airspace above Corneria, so I took the ghost's advice. That did me a whole lot of good, as you can see. It put me right through your wall. … Sorry about that, by the way…"

Marth hadn't been paying much attention to Fox's speech, however. "You know, if I can't have a guy, maybe a cute pet would be a nice distraction."

Fox dropped his jaw. "I am no one's pet! I am an intergalactic star pilot!"

Marth smiled. "I'll get you a nice bow tie and sweater, so don't you worry about a thing, Mr. Shnookums. Can I call you Mr. Shnookums?"

Mr. Shnookums shook his head in terror. "NO!"

"You sure are funny, Mr. Shnookums, come here!" Marth dashed forward with his hands stretched out, ready to catch Mr. Shnookums in a big ol bear hug.

Mr. Shnookums dodged to the right, while at the same time pulling out his blaster. "I'm warning you, Marth. I will not be held responsible for my actions if you try to hug me again."

Marth took another step forward. "But what's wrong with wanting to hug you and squeeze you?"

"Right. That does it." Mr. Shnookums squeezed the trigger, causing energy bullets to go flying toward Marth. For some odd reason, the energy had no effect. Mr. Shnookums looked at his gun in dismay. "What happened? Why isn't my blaster having any effect?" He careful inspected his gun, finding a tag on the handle. The tag read "Stupid light toy gun. Made by Blamo. Never point at eyes or groin." Mr. Shnookums dropped the gun wondering how he ended up with a toy gun.

Great Fox- Somewhere in space- 3:37AM

Falco laughed to himself as he played with Fox's blaster. "I wonder if he'll realize that I switched his gun with a toy…"

Marth's Bedroom- Fire Emblem World- 3:37AM

Marth continued to advance on his new pet, the evil intention of hugging and squeezing still foremost in his mind. It looked like all hope had run out for our hero. Several seconds later, all that could be heard was the screaming of one Mr. Shnookums.

AN- Short, I know. Sorry, but like I said, I just wanted to post something so everyone would know Im still working on this thing. The next fight should be a little better, and it will mark the end of the first round. How exciting! In case you couldn't tell, I find Elmira from Tiny Toons to be one of the scariest evil entities in existence. Now that I'm somewhat back on track, hopefully the next fight will be out soon.

Next fight- Ice Climbers Vs. Mr. Game and Watch.