AN- Hello, everyone! Time for another update, albeit an incredibly short one. Just didn't have many ideas for this chapter, and I figured what I did was bad enough without stretching it out. I don't own Spencer's, and I definitely am not affiliated with the Neverland Ranch. Enjoy the show.

The Mall- Nintendoverse- 2:42 PM

Marth groaned as he walked past the troves of people looking to buy merchandise. Everyone seemed to be wearing some sort of Roy memorabilia, he noticed. No one ever liked me…he lamented. Maybe it's because I wear this tiara…

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. I can't get distracted. I'm here on a mission! The boss needs some new recruits!…

Marth continued his search, attempting to find the perfect 'recruits'. His boss was very specific, and Marth had been picked for his similar tastes. But now that the media had blabbed, it was getting harder and harder to find candidates. Once the words "Neverland ranch" were mentioned, most children went running.

Further down, closer to Spencer's…- 2:45 PM

"Why do you hate me?"

Popo shook his head. "Why don't you get it? I hate you because you are a total waste of life. There are fine people in this world, myself included, and all you do is use up our air!"

Nana sighed. "I just don't understand you, Popo…"

Popo threw his hands up in frustration. "What's not to get! I… hate…. you! It's friggin simple!"

Nana hung her head as they continued on. "There you go, playing hard to get again…"

"I'm not playing hard to get! I just don't want to have anything to do with you!"

"Why do you deny your innermost feelings?"

"Because I'd get arrested if I killed you!"

With that final statement, Popo trudged on, his arms crossed in anger. Nana rushed to keep up with his increasing pace. The blue Eskimo was walking so fast, however, he failed to see where he was going and crashed into another mall patron.

"Ow! You dumb fuck!" Popo got up, felt the back of his neck and moaned. "I feel whiplash coming on…. I don't want to say lawsuit just yet… but, you are insured, right?"

Marth looked at the two Ice Climbers and let out a shrill cry.

"Ooooohhhh my god! You two are just so adorable! And you can't be a day over eight! That's perfect! And those parkas are just sooooo cute!"

Popo blinked several times, unsure of how to respond. Nana stepped in between them and smiled.

"Why thank you very much. I made them both."

Marth put his hands to his mouth and took in a sharp breath. "And they talk! How delicious! Michae…. I mean, the boss would absolutely love them!"

Popo tilted his head to one side. "Who? Did you just say Michael?"

Marth threw up his hands. "Shhh! No! I didn't! Do you want the author to get sued!"

Popo scratched his head. "Author? Sued? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Nevermind! Forget I said anything!" Marth pulled out a big candy lollipop. "Would you like some candy?"

Nana grabbed the candy and jumped for joy. "I love candy!"

Marth rubbed his hands together deviously and smiled. "Well, there is plenty of candy back where I'm from."

Popo gave him a cynical glare. "And where, pray tell, would that be, fruity?"

"It's a little place called the Neverland ranch."

Popo shook his head and turned to the audience. (i.e.- you). "So we can't say Michael, but we can say Neverland ranch? What the shit sort of sense does that make?"

Popo pulled out his mallet and growled. "There is no friggin way you would get me up to that crazy place!"

Marth drew his sword and frowned. "This has been looked down upon lately, but I AM willing to take you by force, if necessary!"

Popo looked around wildly in panic. "Where the hell are the police when you need them?"

Back on Onett mountain- 2:50 PM

Captain Strong lay on the ground still, dazed and bruised. "Damn that caped weirdo…"

The Mall- 2:50 PM

Marth lunged at the climbing duo, intent at bringing them in for the pleasure of his 'boss'. His sword caught a bit of Nana's parka and ripped. Marth silently chided himself. These two are no good to the boss dead…

Popo grabbed Nana, cocked back, and threw her at his would-be captor. Nana's head caught Marth in the chin, knocking him backwards. He went to grab at her, but instead caught a mallet to the face.

The agent of evil stumbled backwards, clutching at his face. Before he could recover, the two Ice Climbers both jumped at him, spinning around each other, both of their mallets drawn. The barrage of strikes came fast and furiously, and there was no chance for a counter attack.

Marth fell back, a trickle of blood running down his lips. Aforesaid lips twisted into a frown, and he threw out a fist, stopping Popo dead in his tracks and sending him flying back into a trash can. Nana turned around, worried about her partner.

"Popo!"

Popo struggled out of the can. "Calm down, bitch. I'm fine." He peeled off a banana peel and shook himself off.

Marth growled. Obviously the candy ploy didn't work… the forcible way hasn't worked…I guess I'll try things the boss's way…

He turned to Popo. "How much would it take for you to come with us?"

Popo's eyes glinted. "Money? Now you're talking my language!"

Marth nodded to himself. He's game. "I'll give you eighty dollars for your little friend."

Nana threw out her hands in a defiant gesture. "Popo would never give in to an evil…"

"Eighty it is." Popo interjected. "Let's see the green."

Marth pulled out a small wad of cash and grinned. "Its been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Eskimo."

Marth grabbed the unwilling Nana and ran off, laughing manically. Popo smiled at no one in general and began skipping toward the liquor store, singing the vodka song. (If you've ever drank too much, you should know the song.)

An uncomfortable half hour later…

"EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!" Marth cried as Nana rolled into a ball, covering her exposed skin with her arms, her face locked in an embarrassed blush.

Marth spun around, his face equally red. "You're a…. girl!"

Nana growled as she retrieved her clothes. "Didn't the pink give it away!" She asked, waving her pink parka in his direction.

Marth gave her an odd look. "Pink? What does that have to do with anything?" He pointed to the side.

Roy was strutting around, flaunting his new pink robe.

Nana shook her head in disgust. "Point taken."

Marth scooped her up, sighed, and tossed her into the compactor. There was a brief scream, followed by a quick burst of blood. He shrugged to himself, shook his head and walked off. "Damn, I wasted eighty bucks…. I mean, what the hell would the boss want with a girl!"

That night….

The first ghost prodded his way into Popo's room, his nose scrunching up in disgust. The room reeked of liquor. In the corner of the room, Popo lay on the floor, bubbles forming in his mouth as he snored loudly.

"So who the hell won, then?" The ghost wondered to himself. "We need a definite winner to move on…"

He poked the passed out Ice Climber and sighed. "Listen to me… if you can say 'I win', then you get to move on."

Popo rolled over, muttered "More gin." And farted. The first ghost shook his head. Its so hard to find worthy competitors nowadays… He pulled out a clipboard and made a note. "Looks like Marth moves on…"

AN- I told you this one would be short. I couldn't think of much for this one, so I just wanted to get it out of the way. Even though it was shorter, I felt I packed in enough sick humor for more than a normal person's chapter, so you all still win. If… sick humor is your thing…. Ahem. Anyhow. With this match completed, we have also finished the second round. Wahoo! The semi finalists are as follows!

Mario v Falco

Kirby v Luigi

Gannon v Marth

Hope everyone is excited. And someone said I was going numb. Not quite true. It's just my particular style of self depreciative humor. Don't worry. I still plan on seeing this one through till the end! Stay tuned!