Hey everyone…my birthday's Thursday, so if I update something and I seem a little…excited, you know why.

Anyway, on to the story.

Marth, Link, and Mr. Game & Watch watched eagerly as Bowser's opposite was about to be revealed. Was Bowser truly the mean, temperamental, strong, mutated turtle everyone had come to know and hate?

"This room…is GORGEOUS!"

That response answered the question: hell yeah.

"Oh my God…" Marth said, chuckling.

"Who decorated this?"

No one dared say anything. Bowser sniffled.

"Answer me…" he whined.

"Zelda…" Link hesitantly said. Bowser rushed over to him, smiling widely and creepily.

"Zelda? Who's that? I have got to meet her!"

Link actually gulped.

"She's asleep…" he responded nervously.

"Aww…" Bowser said, slumping.

"Hey, I've got an idea…" Marth said, sniggering.

5 minutes later

The four were now in C. Falcon's high-tech room. Falcon was nowhere in sight as they looked around. Bowser was cradling some paint cans (all light shades of mostly red), lightly colored linen, and some glitter, also light and bright.

"So, why are we doing this room?" Bowser asked.

"Why are we doing this period?" Link asked.

"It's just a little payback…" Marth said with a sigh.

"For what?" asked Link. Bowser had already begun the makeover.

"2 weeks ago, Falcon put something girly-smelling in my hair gel. He also put hearts and glitter on my tiara."

Link said nothing for several seconds, then laughed suddenly.

"It's not funny…" Marth growled.

Bowser continued to paint and decorate, la-la-la'ing as he did so. He painted over some kind of futuristic device and it emitted electricity and exploded.

"Oops…" Bowser said, giggling.

"No…" Marth and Link said, shaking their heads (as did Mr. Game & Watch).

After about 10 minutes of decorating and beautifying, Bowser was done. He stepped back to admire his masterpiece. Which smelled great, by the way.

"So…much…pink…it's perfect," Marth said, grinning.

"Falcon is going to-" Link was interrupted.

"Adore me when he sees what I've done!" Bowser said joyously, giving Marth a big hug.

"Thanks…" Marth said, oxygen rejecting him.

"WHAT THE (beep)?"

Falcon was back. And as confused and pissed off as ever.

"Ya like?" Bowser said cheerfully. "I think it's genius…"

"What the hell did you DO TO MY ROOM?" Falcon yelled. Marth smirked.

"NO! My emblem cleaner…" Falcon picked up the pieces of a previously exploded device. He slowly turned towards Bowser, scowling.

"Need more glitter, huh?"

Falcon growled softly.

"You're dead."

Marth and Link quickly held Falcon back from Bowser, whom he was about to beat the living crap out of.

"Let me go! He's dead!"

"It's too one-sided! I can't let you!" Marth pleaded. A second later, he let go, and tripped Falcon as he tried to run by.

"I'm defending Bowser…I don't know who I am anymore…"

Falcon realized something and jumped up.

"Bowser did this?"

No one spoke, but Bowser giggled nervously. "Sorry."

Falcon glared at Marth, as if he knew he knew what the hell was going on.

"What the hell is going on? Hey. Hey! What's with Mr. Game & Watch? I don't get it…"

Mr. Game & Watch shrugged.

"Ah, he's better reversed," Marth said.

"Reversed...? What?" Falcon sighed.

"You wanna see what's going on?" Marth asked.

"That'd be nice."

"Look at the mirror."

Falcon indeed looked at the mirror, looking for answers, but gaining absolutely nothing.

"Hmm…what's Falcon's opposite?" Marth wondered as Falcon fell to the ground, on his knees.

Bowser just looked on, wondering what possessed this man to wear those horrid colors.

This will be updated in a week. See ya then.