Here it is. The next-to-last chapter in my longest (chapter-wise) tale. And when this finishes, I can write a new fic to entertain y'all with.

Marth stomped up the stairs, still pissed at what had just happened with Dr. Mario. He really just wanted to kill him right then and there, but chances were, it would backfire on him somehow. But at least he got out of it.

And there was good news. It was getting very close to dinnertime. And all Smashers had to be in the mansion at dinnertime. After Jigglypuff, only one would remain. That got Marth happy.

When he reached Jigglypuff's door, which was open, and light pink, the stomping faded. He peeked inside, covering his ears in case she decided to sing some spontaneous song. Luckily she didn't. She was sitting by the mirror, humming and combing her puff. He hated that puff, for some irrelevant reason. He just wanted to cut that thing off, throw it on a freeway, watch it get run over several times, set it ablaze, stomp the fire out, slice-n-dice it, and force feed it to her, bit by bit.

Man, I hate that thing…

Marth snuck into her room. For some reason, Jigglypuff was in her mirror, but her eyes were closed. This made things much easier. He didn't even really have to talk to her if he got this right. He crept up behind her, silent as can be. She still combed that damned puff. He held the statue to the mirror, right behind her, and looked to the left. He tapped whatever existed of Jigglypuff's shoulder. She immediately stopped humming.

"What is it?"

Damn, her eyes are still closed.

"Uh, you really messed up your…puff…thing." Marth continued to look away, while Jigglypuff proceeded to observe her puff. She saw it.

No strength.

No feeling.

Nothing.

For about 18 seconds, Jigglypuff was frozen in place. Marth put down the statue when she stopped…well, breathing. Soon, she fell backwards off her stool, on her feet. Marth moved out the way and kept watching. She turned around and looked up at him.

"Excuse me."

Marth moved back several steps in astonishment. She had the most flawless, divine voice he had ever heard in his life. She walked out the room, with Marth still standing there.

Then she started singing. Marth's soul almost melted when he heard her sing. Not only did she now sing in English, but she also did it like no one in any universe anywhere could. It could soften even the hardest of hearts. And she wasn't even trying.

But was this all? Marth had to follow her to find out.

He followed her to the living room, where the two rats where still watching Birdo on a replacement television. They weren't paying any attention to Jigglypuff or Marth until they walked in.

"What are you two watching?" she asked.

Pikachu turned his head at Mach speed, while Pichu swooned.

"It's…it's Birdo…" Pikachu said, trying to catch his breath.

"Not anymore you're not…" she said in singsong, snatching the remote from Pikachu's side. At this point, Marth was covering his ears, and Pikachu was in ecstasy. Jigglypuff was flipping through multiple channels, finding nothing even remotely interesting. Not The Mushroom Kingdom's Next Top Model, not the Yoshi Family Tree, not F-Zero TV, not The Experts' Guide to Bounty Hunting (hosted by Samus & Fox), not anything. She threw the remote at Pichu in dissatisfaction.

"Hey! Was that really necessary?" Pichu cried.

"Great. I'm in one of those places with horrible program selection." Jigglypuff scoffed and got off the couch. Pichu swooned again. "Hey, swordsman guy?"

Marth noticed whom she referred to. "Huh?"

"I'm hungry. Is-"

"Everybody! It's dinnertime!" Mario announced over the many megaphones located around and outside the mansion. Jigglypuff looked at Marth, who smiled rather nervously.

"Okay. Good." Jigglypuff bounced into the dining room. Marth shook his head.

It can't get too bad, right?

Marth walked the 29 feet to the dining room, which was located right next door to the kitchen. It only made sense. The only people there were Mario, Jigglypuff, Link, Luigi, Ganondorf, Falco, and Mr. Game & Watch, in full 3-D. Surprisingly, no one really cared. They actually found the new Game & Watch quite likable. (Marth had passed Peach and Zelda in the kitchen.)

As of then, Jigglypuff hadn't talked to anyone. She just waited.

"Any of you know where Mewtwo is?" Marth asked, sitting down.

"I know where Mewtwo is," Ganondorf said. Marth looked happy. "But I'm not telling you where he is." Marth looked bewildered. Ganondorf laughed maniacally. Marth ignored him the best he could.

The rats walked in, along with Young Link, Fox, Kirby, and Ness.

Where the hell is he?

Marth ignored the chatter (which was mostly about various Smashers not remembering several minutes of their lives) and waited. He wasn't very hungry. He just wanted to see…

"Psst. Marth," Link whispered in Marth's ear.

"What?" Marth asked, turning over to meet Link's outstretched hand. "…Oh, right." Marth paid Link the 15 Smash Coins he promised. "I think I'll need your help when Mewtwo comes, though."

"Oh, you don't need me. You need all three goddesses…"

Marth sighed as Dr. Mario, Roy, Samus, the Ice Climbers, Bowser, DK, Yoshi, and Captain Falcon entered.

Oh, come on…

Marth blinked, and Mewtwo was in his seat. He didn't eat much if at all, but he did drink in most instances. But that didn't matter.

Now began the challenge of all challenges. Besides not listening to Jigglypuff.

The next update will be…it.