AHHH! ITS A FREAKIN'
UPDATE
I do not own smash brothers
Ice climbers were busy torching a pile of computers. They were dancing around the bonfire of melted plastic, chanting an eerily haunting mantra.
"Parts for Gates! Parts for Gates!"
Then the holographic projection of Bill Gates appeared above the burning pile of electronics.
"The quota has been fulfilled." He said, in an otherworldly voice. "By the contract written by me and your ancestors, I appear before you now…to give myself a wedgie."
So Bill Gates reached behind and pulled with all his might, stretching the underwear band until it reached his forehead.
The ice climbers clapped politely. Gates took a bow. And then screamed.
"Behind you!"
The ice climbers whirled around to see a trashcan get into a Gundam.
"RUN!" screamed Bill.
The ice climbers ran away. Bill disappeared. To its dismay, the garbage can discovered when the engineers designed this sophisticated machine, it was to be operated by humans only.
"NOOOO!" it screamed until the Gundam self-destructed.
Heero was watching from a far.
"Now why didn't I think of that," he wondered.
Currently he was wearing a clown suit entertaining children.
"Hey," said one, "you're not a clown."
Heero threw a startled glance at the child and ran off.
Y. Link was trapped. Behind him was a rapidly melting wall of butter made from lon lon milk. He could eat his way through but that would be a guaranteed heart attack. The walls at his sides had ladders, but he was too lazy to climb. In front of him was a plate of pizza, with anchovies.
"What to do," he thought to himself.
Just than a pack of tigers charged in and started mauling the pizza.
"I'm free," shouted Y. Link.
The tigers glared at him.
"Silence!" they whispered. "Else you'll bring IT on us."
"WHAT?" screamed Y. Link.
"You fool! You've killed us all!"
They retreated, leaving Y. Link to face IT. It was crawling on its belly, gold hair thrashing wildly.
"Wait..golden hair," thought Y. Link.
Turns out IT was Zelda. She was still swimming on that plate of omelets.
"Did puff did I make it!"
Y. Link sadly shook his head.
"You still have about a million kilometers to go."
Zelda gave a sigh of resignation.
"I give up." She announced. "I'll never beat those flying pigs."
Y. Link stamped his feet. "NO! you can't give up. Don't you see? It's not just about you. It's about everyone. They need a hero, an example that sends a message to those pigs! That Hyrulians can swim faster on a plate of omelets than they can fly in the air!"
Zelda smiled wearily, and the fire of determination was relit. She nearly forgotten her goal in the midst of the fame and fortune she garnered.
"You're right!" she said.
She resumed swimming on that plate. Y. Link was cheering her all the way.
"Sir," asked the helmsman, "are you really a captain? A nautical captain?"
Captain falcon turned to face the helmsman. Sternly he taps at the badge he taped to his chest.
"What does this say," he asked the helmsman.
The helmsman squinted at the near eligible writing.
"Cap…tion…sir, that doesn't mean-"
"Captain," interrupted Falcon, "it says captain. So I'm the captain."
The helmsman began to argue further, when a disheveled petty officer entered the bridge.
"Sir," he uttered through his panting, "you've got to see this."
Together they both ran out of the bridge, dodging missiles, gunshots, and cream pies.
They entered a ballroom in the mid decks. The officer pointed upwards, his hand wavering.
"There!" he hissed.
"What is it?" whispered Falcon.
"I don't know," replied the officer. "All I know, is it came alive when night fell."
Together they starred at the lit chandler, wondering where the light was coming from…until elephants came in and trampled during one of their dances.
"Say Stella," asked her husband. "Was it step, step, cross?"
Stella immediately starts bawling. "Mother, was right! I shouldn't have married you! A real elephant never forgets!"
Stella runs away trampling Falcon and the officer.
The forlorn elephant rears his head.
"SSSSTTTTEEELLLLLLAAA!" he screamed.