Not that much to say, except I think I've overcome my writer's block

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

It was the first time the alarm had gone off since the building had been built. It was an incredible worldwide system that used magi-technology to detect danger and determine who best to tackle the job. It beeped steadily for about 10 seconds before Mario, the Supreme Commander of the Heroic, came over the intercom.

"Ice Climbers! Banjo-Kazooie! This first mission is yours! Come to my office for briefing!"

Nana looked at her older brother Popo, excited beyond belief. "Oh, boy! Did you hear that, big brother? We're going on a mission! YAY!" Then she began to wildly bounce up and down.

Popo smiled lovingly at his…enthusiastic sister. Ever since their mom died, it had been his responsibility to protect his little sister. He swallowed the lump in his throat, brought back by thinking of his mom again. They then turned toward Mario's office, and started walking.

Popo slipped on a banana peel.

The four of them got to the office at the exact some time, by weird coincidence. They entered, unsurely. After all, this was Mario. He made everyone a bit nervous. But once you started talking, you felt as if you knew him your whole life, cliché as it sounds.

He turned on his swivel chair, facing the four heroes. "Gang's all here," he stated. "Ready for your fist assignment?" Everyone nodded, except Nana, who was still too bouncy to nod. "Good," said the Italian hero. "From now on, you shall be known as Team Double Double Dip. For your first mission, you will also have a 5th member, one of our generals, to accompany you, and train you for the nasty piece of works known as the Hatred. General?"

"Please," said a red haired man, with a backwards baseball cap, and a blue shirt that said HMD on it, "Call me Joe." He stuck out his hand, the VFX watch glinting in the office light. Everyone shook it, introducing him or herself personally. "So," said the movie-magic-maker, "I get to be part of the first mission? Sweet! I'll teach these guys pretty much anything."

"Good," said Mario, trying not to smile at the youth's exuberance. "Now, for the mission briefing." He turned toward the back wall, which was a goldenrod color, and had a red "carpet" with a white circle with a in it, an M-shaped "hole" in the circle, creating a red M, also known as Mario's trademark. With no visible signal from Mario, the circle flipped around, revealing a rather large TV screen.

"Sweet!" said Joe, gawking at the huge screen.

"Why don't we get that in our rooms?" said Kazooie, a little jealous.

Mario ignored them both. Once again with no signal, the screen turned a dark green, and light green shapes appeared. The shades of green suddenly formed into a sphere, and everyone realized they were looking at a globe, a map. The camera then zoomed in to a small island, and a small red blip appeared on the screen.

"That is your mission target," Mario said. "It's a small island off the eastern coast of Hyrule. Its name and nationality have been in doubt for hundreds of years, occasional wars sparking between Hyrule and several other countries from 600-1200 AD. That's After Din in Hyrule. But recently, a small group, claiming to be from Australia, has come in and claimed the island for their continent. Nothing unusual there, just another country looking for a tourist spot and/or oil strikes.

"However, strange things soon happened. Inter-dimensional, if you know what I mean, trade had not been yet established, so when Australia came with an offer, and so quickly, knowing so much about Hyrulian economy, that was weird."

"So…because this Australia place is acting a bit peculiar, you think they're up to something?" queried Popo.

"I had suspicions. So I had a scan done, and look what turned up…"

The screen suddenly changed into a computer log, yet again without tangible signal. The log read as follows.

6:45:27 PM, 09/16/XX: Scan of Unnamed Island. Scanning…

6:46:08 PM: Scan complete. Results found as follows.

Strong magical signal, untraceable in origin.

Fuel producing machine, located at 72 degrees north, 122 degrees west

Oil drillers located at non-specific points around the island

Results: Likely Magi-technology. Origin search initiated…

6:48:11 PM: Machines are copyright Wily CO. Hatred likely up to something. Technical data is as shown below. Also, the pasta in your fridge has spoiled.

The log continued with technical babble involving crystal polymerization chambers and magical symbiosis. Mario turned in his chair. "It's rather obvious that the Hatred hasn't quite gotten their army together. Rule one of base building: shield it from detection before you actually start building."

As if on cue, the red dot on the screen disappeared, no longer able to detect anything. It made no noise or hint that it was gone besides actually vanishing, but somehow Mario sensed it, and half turned around, smirking. "Looks like they just realized that," he said.

"Your mission is to go there and find out what they're up to, then stop it. Here," he mentioned, almost as an afterthought. "Nothing really serious is going on the island, but for future missions…" he handed them all a small, circular walkie-talkie, each one with the fighter's on symbol on it. (VFX watch, Honeycomb, Eggplant) "These can be used to radio back to headquarters. We have made it so it is impossible to be detected by radar. Also, if you push down the antenna and open up the button, a smaller, fingerprint activated button will appear."

"What's it do?" said Nana, suddenly. "Does it shoot a stun dart? Or maybe it's a smoke bomb! Ooh! Or maybe…I don't know! What is it?"

There was a short silence before Mario continued. "I'm getting to that, Nana…it's actually a signal that will be sent out to every technological, magical, and magi-technological system we have. It is a signal for the entire army to stop what they're doing, and come help. However, unfortunate as it is, the Heroic will be very busy causing trouble, so we can't come if only your life is in danger. No, we're talking atomic bomb type-danger, millions of lives in the balance, absolutely positive there is nothing you can do to stop these creeps." He leaned over the desk, a stern look on his face. "Do I make myself clear?"

Everyone nodded a "Yes, sir!" except Kazooie, who squawked out something…not disrespectful, but with less respect than you should speak to Mario with. Mario chose to take no notice of this, and merely wished them luck on their upcoming mission.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Uh oh," said Mario. "You guys had better get to your mission." He then leaned down into the intercom, pressing the button to activate it as those on a quest left the room. "Sonic? Megaman? Marth? Time for your mission!"

There you have it, folks. The beginning of episode three. Good? Bad? Ugly? Constructive criticism would be heavily appreciated, but flames will...uh...get something...bad...done to them. Ahem.

Oh, by the way, before anyone asks, I will not be doing Sonic, Megaman, and Marth's mission. I just thought it would be a cool end to the first half (or third) of episode 3.