Hey people! It's me again! With another story… Hope you guys liked it as well as the other one!

All the Smashers: Aw…

Crystalicios: I do not own Super Smash Bros. But I do own this whole idea.

Mario's POV

I blinked into the sunlight and dread gripped my stomach. I looked into the alarm clock. 9:30 AM. Crap. We were late.

"Luigi! We're late-a! Get up-a! We're going to be late for school-a!" I shouted into his ear, imitating the Italian accent a lot of people thought I had.

"Wha!" He shot up alarmingly. He looked at the clock and muttered something and fell back under the covers.

"LUIGI!" I screamed.

"Shut yer pizza-breath up. Its summer vacation!" Luigi whined, snuggling into his pillow.

I sighed and my shoulders drooped. I should've known that. But now that I was too awake so I dressed myself and did all that normal morning junk.

After eating breakfast I went on the computer and signed on. As soon as I did Peach just had to IM me:

Peachilicious: Hey!

Italiangangsta: sup?

Peachilicious: Nada. U?

Italiangangsta: nm…

Peachilicious: Hey! Did u hear about da new theme park?

Italiangangsta: Ya. Wut about it?

Peachilicious: Onli da ppl that get n invite in da mail r allowed 2 come

Italiangangsta: dat's weird.

Peachilicious: n I got n invite in da mail!

Italiangangsta: kewl.

Peachilicious: wut about u?

Italiangangsta: dunno. Gotta chek mi mail. Who else got n invite?

Peachilicious: um… malon... Zelda… link… samus… fox… I expect some other ppl as well…

Italiangangsta: Well im gna chek my mail. Brb

Peachilicious: k

Auto response from Italiandude: I'm away from my computer now

I turned away and went outside breathing in the fresh air. I went up to the mailbox and checked my mail. There was a post card from Arizona, an ad, and two envelopes.

Frowning slightly but also excited, I tore open the seal of one of them. I read the message:

Dear Mario:

Congratulations! You are one of the people chosen to go on our newly opened theme park called "Smash Adventure" for eight days! The theme park will open at promptly 8:00 PM and there is a hotel for you to stay in. Your key to your room is inside the envelope. Please present your ticket to the guard at the front of the gate. Wear the ID badge located inside the envelope at all times. If you are not seen with the ID you will be persecuted. We hope to be seeing you at the theme park at 8:00 PM sharp on April 8th! Once again, congratulations!

Sincerely,

MH

Owner of "Smash Adventure"

I stared, feeling slightly excited. This was tomorrow! I had, however of the same envelopes. But the other one said Luigi's name on it so I assumed he was chosen as well

Italiangangsta: Got it in da mail

Peachilicious: Really? YAY!

Italiangangsta: um… I g2g Peach, cya

Peachilicious: ite byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Italiangangsta has signed off

I sighed wheeling off the computer. I went outside and walked around. I was highly nervous. There had to be a reason why you got an invite in the mail. I also thought about what Peach had said and realized that only teens and below had been invited. That was strange. No parents at all. Well it would be fun. And since there were no parents we could have a lot more fun.

"Hey Malon. MALON!" I shouted trying to attract the teenage girl's attention.

"Huh? Whattaya want?" She frowned slightly at my behavior. She quickly brushed aside her brown hair.

"D'you know that invite you got in the mail?" I said loudly from across the lawn.

She suddenly turned pale and licked her lips nervously. "I- I don't know what your talking about. But do you want to see my Lon Lon eggs? They're doing quite well!"

I raised an eyebrow at her queer (A/N: Hahaha that's an old word) behavior but her eyes seemed to plead to accept. "Uh… Okay!" I yelled and quickly bounded over the lawn and to her farmish house.

"They're doing quite well." She repeated, pointing at three large eggs.

"Malon… Peach said-" I started

"Shut up!" She hissed and her frown increased further. "Come to my room."

"Okay."

She opened the back door and I was greeted by Talon (A/N: I've never played Zelda before so I'm assuming Talon is Malon's father!)

"Hello! What can I do for you today?" He rumbled. He clapped a hand on my shoulder and I winced in pain. "Sorry abou' that." He said jerking his hand off.

"It's okay."

"Dad, I'm going upstairs to show Mario something. That alright with you?" She asked. Malon hardly lied to her father. It was incredible how she could tell the truth without actually telling the whole thing.

"Yeah Malon show him what you want."

He gave me a wink before going out to the barn.

Once we were in her room I couldn't help but burst out, "You did get an invite in the mail right?"

"Yes! Not so loud." She hissed yet again.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"I did get an invite but don't mention it to Father."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because… he doesn't like these types of things." She was looking for something in her drawers.

"What's so bad about it?"

"Can't you tell by reading it? Why do you think only teens and children are invited? Have you noticed that no parents were invited? And even if they were their children aren't? If my father knew about this he'd kill me." She said exaggerating the truth.

"Oh, come on Malon! Your father's not that bad. He's not a monster! He'll let you go! Just say your being room mates with Peach and Zelda and Samus!"

She thrust a piece of paper into my hands. "There you go. There's the letter. Give it to someone else!" She looked at it fearfully.

"Don't you want to go?" I asked quietly, after going through the words of the invitation.

She looked at me exasperatedly. "Of course! I want to go so badly. But I can't disobey my dad!" she wrung her hands.

"Who said anything about disobeying?" Came a rumble from the doorway.

We both shot our heads up and he looked at Malon with a serious expression.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Nothing." She quickly stammered and shoved the letter behind her back.

"Give me that letter." He had an annoyed expression on his face.

I shrunk back into the wall, wanting to be ignored. I had never saw Talon in a temper like this.

He grabbed the letter from her hand and read it, his expression relaxed for a minute and then he looked up.

"You haven't packed yet, Malon! It's for eight days. And you have to go tomorrow!"

"I- I can come!" She asked incredulously.

"Of course. That's unless you don't want to." He added anxiously.

"Of course!" She threw her hands around her father. Boy, oh boy. Malon was a very emotional girl. "Thank you daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She planted a kiss on her father's cheek and I slipped away, not wanting to be part of the very emotional moment.

I twirled my moustache thoughtfully. Malon said that her father didn't want her to go… but yet… "OW!" I felt a sharp poke on my back. I stopped twirling my moustache and turned around.

It was Marth. Exactly why he was here I didn't know.

Deciding to be a little bit rude I grumbled, "Hey gayness."

He grinned back, "Good to see you in a good mood too Mario. Although I wouldn't say that your diets going too well."

He looked down at me and I suddenly felt very small. I was always the short one.

"Ah, shut up." I yawned stretching my hands.

"So," He asked being all businesslike, "I wanted to ask if you got anything in the mail."

I stopped stretching and looked at him. "Let me guess, you got an invite in the mail too?"

He yawned and I had a fleeting impression of a spoiled young prince, "Well obviously. Who could avoid someone as handsome as I? Or someone as skilled in swordsmanship and cunning and nobility…" On and on he went on talking.

"Yes, yes Marth but you forgot one thing." I said, wanting to provoke him.

"What's that?" He stopped his long list abruptly.

"You're the only gay kid on the block." Saying so I ran. Too bad he was much taller than me. He caught up and pulled me up by my back of my collar.

"Ah! Don't rape me!" I yelled trying to claw his face.

"Ha-ha. Very funny." He remarked sarcastically. He suddenly grinned nastily and drew me forward. "Not even a gay nerd would like you." He dropped me to the floor and I scrambled away from him.

Even though I was a popular hero and all, The Pretty Boys (As the rest of the boys called Link, Roy and Marth) scared me a lot. They were actually the handsomest, as all the others said.

"Bah… what balderdash…" I brooded and slammed my door behind me.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

This is my second story. Do tell how good I did! Please R&R