The last chapter. Thanks for the review

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Falco was busy slathering peanut butter onto his Arwing

"Surely," he said to himself, "no one would dare fire upon such a fine work of cuisine."

He took the Arwing out of the hanger, and met a flock of seagulls. They landed onto his Arwing and began eating the peanut butter.

"Hey," he shouted, "get off my Arwing ya F&$IN birds!"

They ignored him, unfettered by his ravings.

Falco glared at the birds, murderous fury boiling in his blood. The fury was just a shade too hot, so he slipped an ice pack down his back.

"Ah, au, oh!"

When he got down to 'mildly-peeved fury,' he fished the ice pack out. He then resumed his one-minute long vendetta with the seagulls.

"So that's how were going to play, huh?"

He sent the Arwing into a dive, straight towards the ground.

Falco laughed manically. "When the Arwing hits the ground, the birds are going get it!"

"But Falco," warned his brain, "you'll hit the ground too!"

"Shut up," he retorted, "you're ruining my brilliant plan!"

The seagulls were too smart for that, however. They lifted off as soon as the Arwing dipped below its horizon.

Falco was just too absorbed in his 'brilliant plan' to notice.

"HAHAHAHA" he laughed.

Down below, a mad scientist, and DK, for no reason, decided to build a defense platform for the sole purpose of destroying Arwings.

"Well," said the scientist to the ape, "I just wasted tens of millions of dollars. What do you what to do next?"

The ape shrugged. "Let's go to Disney Land."

The scientist, seeing no other way to kill the day, agreed. Before they left they turned on the system, because it looked when active. It immediately sprouted missiles, giving it a resemblence of a hedgehog. Itlocked onto Falco's Arwing and fired its payload. The Arwing was blown out of the sky. Falco ejected and landed upon the defense platform, destroying it.

Falco was just conscious long enough to see the seagulls fly off into the distance.

"One..day," he pledged, "I'll get you..all!"

He fell unconscious. Then was struck by lightning.

Bowser was busy eating trash. He took on a job as garbage disposal unit, when the ghost of his Mother told him to get a job.

"UGG!" he groaned as he ate another pile of used baby diapers.

"PHUUU!" he nearly spat out a bunch of AOL trial period installation discs.

His supervisor came tapped his leg. "Hey you! Quitting time!"

Bowser bounded towards the exit, swiped out, and ran as fast as he could. He broke the sound barrier, than was approaching light. Eventually the linear motion of time was reversing for him.

"C'mon," he told himself, "you can do it."

It was difficult to say the least. Failure meant being trapped in an existence where time did no exist. He had to succeed.

The last few moments were crucial. He took out a horsewhip and started whipping his ass to make himself go faster.

Success! It was exactly 8 hours before his shift began. He swiped in and resumed eating garbage.

"Blah!" he muttered as he ate a bin of rotten diary products.

In the busy streets of New York City, Jigglypuff kept resetting and triggering a giant mousetrap. People gathered around to watch.

"Yeah," one person shouted, "show that trap whose boss!"

Jigglypuff was getting tired. She was also frustrated. They thought she was fighting this mousetrap. That was absurd. The truth was that she was preventing the universe from exploding. A stoned and drunken hobo told her that. The hobo spontaneously combusted right after informing her of her destiny.

"Whenever I see a drunken, stoned hobo I'll think of you…uhhhh." She realized with embarrassment that she forgotten his name.

Suddenly Mega Man appeared to bring rock & roll to the masses! The crowd immediately turned into a mosh pit. They accidentally jostled Jigglypuff, preventing her from resetting the trap.

"NOOO!" she screamed.

Nothing happened. She shrugged her shoulders and joined the mosh pit.

Pichu was waiting in line for some water. You see, in the future, water was plentiful. So in order to get some, they waited in line. Makes sense doesn't it? No? Too bad!

But this Pichu was different! HE was a rebel!

Pichu scooped up clean water from a basin that was on a sidewalk and went on his way. Everyone gapped at him.

"He defies logic!" was the mindset of everyone.

So they conjured up a good ol'fashion riot, destroying everything in sight. Emergency services, hospitals, you know, the facilities that are suppose to help people. And the smashers helped too. They could no longer stand a world in which the author had complete control. The author himself shrugged his shoulders and finished off this sordid collection of tales with a few strokes of the keyboard.

…And they did NOT live Happily Ever After

The END!