Chapter One
The smashers gathered around the notice board to see if any news had sprung up over the last few hours. Fights had been called off due to the heat wave that had been predicted on the news, and new, exciting activities the residents of the mansion could take part in were folding socks, watching paint dry, and gathering around the water cooler to discuss last nights episode of Coronation Street.
They were in for a surprise however; the notice board, which was rarely ever changed due to the fact that they never really had much things to do except fight and laze about, had a piece of paper stapled to it. It didn't really give information, except to report to the assembly hall immediately after lunch.
At once, there was a sudden uproar. Most people were wondering how Master Hand actually had the time to put a sheet of paper up on a neglected notice board – Many others, however, were discussing what it could be about.
"Well." Zelda announced. "I suppose we shall just have to wait and see."
Lunch had been and gone quickly enough, and now the smashers sat in the assembly hall. Young Link sat with his elder self, and the two other swordsmen, Marth and Roy.
"So," Marth said to Link. "What do you think it's about?"
"I don't know." Link replied. "Probably getting married or something."
"Master Hand?" Marth scoffed. "Get married? Oh, come on!"
"Ooh! Ooh!" Roy half screamed. "Maybe he's going to let us spend more money on food!"
This aroused plenty of interest from the people around them. It was a well-known fact that the tyrannical and scary but sort of nice dictator only let his wards spend thirty-five pence (Or seventy American cents, or forty-two rupees, or ten pieces of Altean/Pherean gold.) a day on each meal. Luckily, though, some of the people of surrounding villagers took pity and sent charitable trays of baking and tins of soup and what-not, which Master Hand kept for social evenings and the like.
"Order!" A loud, commanding voice bellowed from the stage. "Order!"
The hall was silent. Then, somewhere far away, in the US of A, George Bush finally got the joke about his last name. And then, the story continued.
"Now, I'm sure you'll all be delighted to know that I have some long, incredibly tedious announcements to make!"
There was a profound groan amongst the smashers, before Master Hand carried on.
"Now, I'm sure you'll all be very pleased to know that I have fixed the second floor toilet. Also, we will very soon play host to an inspector who will grade us and see if we are fit to continue hosting tournamentships. As well as that, the new word I just invented, tournamentship, will be added to the Collins dictionary. Huzzah for me! Shoppers for supplies and food this week will be; Mewtwo and Peach. They are also to be accompanied by Young Link and Ness. Thank you."
As soon as Master Hand had finished, there were several different reactions; a sigh of relief from the smashers who weren't Mewtwo or Peach, and utter confusion at what the inspector would think of their shoddy living quarters.
"So," Master Hand continued. "You will all clean up in your own way. I myself am going to install some professional looking software on my computer and delete any files Crazy may have downloaded and renamed 'definatelynotporn.zip'."
More groans, this time from all. Then Peach realized she had been picked to go shopping and let out a squeal of delight. Mewtwo buried his face in his hands.
"Ooh!" Peach screeched. "Mewtwo! Look at this!"
"Peach, let us just get what we're here for, okay?" Mewtwo snapped, before grabbing his female companion by the scruff of her neck and dragging her in the direction of the tins of soup.
"Milk!" Young Link said blissfully, gazing over at the fridge-y part of the supermarket longingly.
"Potatoes!" Ness cried, pointing at the fruit and veg.
"Toilet roll!"
"Lederhosen!" Link squealed, pointing over to a lederhosen stand surrounded by eager Germans looking for special offers.
Mewtwo clapped a hand to his forehead. People were starting to stare.
"Young Link, Ness." He said, taking several breaths to stop the whole shop from exploding. "Settle down please."
"SHI--"
"Alright, we're leaving."
Yay! This was my first fanfiction ever written, and all I've done to it is fix spelling and grammar. Hurrah! Toblerones! Hurrah! I need more chocolate! Hurrah! Reviews make me happy! Hurrah! I need to stop saying hurrah! Hurrah!
