So, was that any better? I hope so. Right now, my parents and their buddies are watching our basketball team SUCK and are yelling a lot. So sorry if this chapter has a bad-tempered arua to it. -- I'm going to start a romance story soon and submit it. I also have some un-sumbited documents that I'm going to make into a story here in a bit. I hope you will all read it. Well, not here in a bit, but after I finish this story, it'll come. Maybe even before. The romance one, I don't know about. But the one that I have the documents on, I'm already almost finished with it, but I have to edit it. You'll understand when it comes out. So if you want to read it, that's means this one has to get done first, which means more chapters need to be done, which means more reviews need to be submitted, which means y'all had better get to reviewing or you'll never know anything about these new stories now will you? So let's hop to it! I have a list of stories I need to submit, but I'm doing it one at a time for now. So, here's chapter 10 of my first story. Which hopefully you all know which one that is. (It's the one you're reading right now). Behold, Chapter 10!
Disclimber: Ha, disclimber. Don't ask. I don't own SSBM, but I'd think you'd know that by now...
Chapter dedicated to: Eternal Smasher, for being pretty much the best SSBM author out there. Well, except maybe for me... (JK!)
Chapter 10 - Dress Rehearsal
Marth: AAAHHH!
Supermarket helper #43: Sorry, was it the wig? I knew it was too much... (taking off clown wig)
Marth: (catching breath) Ah, thanks. Much better. Do you know where I can get some carnations?
Supermarket helper #43: How many?
Marth: 15.
Supermarket helper #43: 15 exactly?
Marth: Uh, yeah. 15.
Supermarket helper #43: What about...14?
Marth: No, 15.
Supermarket helper #43: 16?
Marth: Well, I guess I could throw one out, but that'd be a waste. Just give me 15 flowers.
Supermarket helper #43: . . .Can you settle for a 20-pack?
Marth: Just gimme my damn flowers bastard and we'll call it square.
Supermarket helper #43: Ok, here's 15 carnations. Be careful with them. They die easily.
Marth: . . . . .Thanks. . . . . .
Supermarket helper #43: You come back now, ya hear?
Marth: Shut up!
Meanwhile...
Link: Eh, this'll work. (picks some random lotion for you-know-whating) I wonder why the smasher's would need this.
Ness: Alright! I got 'em!
Link: Uh, Ness? Those are lifesavers.
Ness: Wha-?
Link: How can you get those confused with condoms? And how did you get those sold seperately?
Ness: Uh... (looks back at the candy isle, where about 3 bags of lifesavers are open) Magic.
Link: Nice try. Get the right thing this time.
Ness: But, these come in 5 different flavors!
Marth: Aren't you guys done yet?
Link: Uh, I am, but Ness is still- Oh my god, those flowers are dying!
Marth: Huh? (looks at flowers, to see them wilting lower and lower by the second) WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!
all: (dash to the front checkout thing, where the other four are waiting)
Ganondorf: Ness, what's with the candy?
Ness: Shh, pretend their condoms...
Link: . . . .Don't look at me, I didn't make him like this.
The items were purchased and they were sent on to the next task. But first, Marth expertly potted the flowers.
Mario: Next task: mail some letters. Oh yeah, he did hand me this sack of letters before he flung us out.
Pikachu: Post office then, Ganondorf.
Ganondorf: Ok, ok. (drives with mad skill and speed to the P.O.)
Link: I'll drop them off, you guys take a break.
Marth: I'm going with you.
Ganondorf: I guess I'll go too. I don't feel like taking a break.
They all enter the post office, carrying a large satchel with about 50 letters in it.
Link: Damn, Master Hand doesn't get out much does he?
Ganondorf: E-mail, phone, text message, instant message, and he chooses letters?
Marth: Not only that, but 50 of them! I bet he wrote some of these last year.
Ganondorf: . . . . . . . .Let's read some!
They picked a few random ones while waiting in line. Link ripped his open first.
Link: This was written two years ago. It says, "Dear Meredith. How are you? I'm quite alright. My business as a Smasher Trainer has been going quite well. I've recently got some new 'students' to train, one of whom really annoys me to no end. I hate to vent on you, but I feel that I must. You are the only one that will listen to me. This other person's name is Marth. He is not a bad fighter, but he has many bad qualities to him. I have dealt with many horrible fighters in the past, but he is by far the worst. I cannot begin to tell you how awful he is. He always-"
Marth: Ok, next letter.
Ganondorf: Hm, this one was written yesterday. It reads, "Dearest Meredith. Why don't you ever reply to my letters I send you? Have I really not visited in so long that you have died without me knowing? That would be a shame, as well as a waste of paper. Then who must be getting these letters? If you were dead, they would be sent back to me. Do you hate me so, that you would-"
Link: Hey, I know why she doesn't reply! He doesn't send any of the letters! I mean look! (pointing to bulging bag) He keeps them all! How in the world is this "Meredith" supposed to know- Hey! I bet every one of these is to Meredith!
Marth: You're right.
P.O. dude: Next please.
Ganondorf: Here, 50 letters. Please make sure they get to her, it's vitally important.
P.O. dude: I'm sorry, sir. We are going to have to send these all one at a time. You must stay here and sign a paper for each letter you send. Please wait while I get the paper. (leaves temporarily)
Link: . . . . . . . . . . . . What did he just say?
Marth: It'll only take us a minute, be patient.
P.O. dude: Here you are. Please sign this slip and we'll attach it to the letter and send it. It doesn't matter who signs.
Link: Alright, let's do this! (signs first letter) Ha! This is easy!
Ganondorf: Let me try. (signs second) I could do this forever.
By letter 14...
Link: Still not feeling it!
By letter 26
Ganondorf: Nothing yet...
By letter 41
Marth: Hm, this is irritating...
By letter 60
Link: Heh, I guess our calculations were off a little...
By letter 77
Ganondorf: Patience is of the essence...
By letter 105
Marth: AGH! JUST SEND THE FUCKING LETTERS! I'M NOT SIGNING ANYMORE!
P.O. dude: Please, ma'am. Remain calm. You only have 25 more letters to go.
Marth: Oh, that's a relie- What did you just call me?
Ganondorf: Why don't you go get some air, Marth? You look...ready to beat someone up.
Marth: (fuming out the door)
Link: . . . . . . Well! We'd better get to signing!
Mario: Hey, there's Marth! Are you guys done yet?
Marth: I AM NOT A GIRL!
Pikachu: . . . . . . . We're sorry! We didn't know!
Ness: I don't think that was the best answer.
Kirby: There's the other two, let's go already.
Pikachu: Next errand: deliver borrowed items to Crazy Hand. Hm, I was wondering what all that furniture was doing in the back.
Marth: (recovering) Seriously, who borrows furniture from their brother and returns it?
Ganondorf: That's not the point. Let's go to Crazy's. (drives to Crazy's)
Mario: (ringing Crazy's doorbell)
Crazy Hand: Hello? Who are you?
Pikachu: We work for your brother and we were sent to return some furniture and stuff.
Kirby: You've probably been missing it for a while now.
C.H: A'right, just bring it all in. You guys can even stay for a while if you like.
Ness: We're actually a little short on time, so we'll make this snappy.
(In a snap)
C.H: Wow, thanks you guys! Tell your master I said hi.
Link: Will do, 'kay bye.
Ganondorf: (drives off) Next stop, OMG!
Ness: What?
Ganondorf: "BUY NICE CLOTHES FOR THE INTERVIEWS!"
Marth: Shit! I forgot all about those!
Kirby: Those were in like chapter 1!
Mario: There's a note attached. "The girls have requested nice dresses, so please buy some for them. I'll give you the money later."
Link: The girls? Why do we have to do stuff for them?
Pikachu: And worse yet, Autrya's on this list!
Marth: WHAT? She's only been here a little while!
Ganondorf: (pulling into dress place) Well, this'll look just silly. We're all guys walking into a dress store.
Ness: Who's gonna pick them out?
They walk into the store to realize it is mostly barren. Peoplewise.
Link: Or another thing, what size are they?
Kirby: They're all about Marth's size aren't they?
Marth: Yeah, I guess...
Mario: Perfect! He could try them on! Then we'll know if they fit!
all except Marth: YEAH!
Marth: NO! BAD!
Ganondorf: Come on, Marth! For their sake!
Marth: You've got to be kidding me!
They all beg and plead him until he very reluctantly agrees
all: YAY! I mean, this will be good...for the dresses..and the girls...
Meanwhile, the girls themselves...
Samus: Can't we take a break? We've been shopping forever!
Zelda: Seriously!
Peach: Alright, I guess we outta head back. Let's go, Autrya!
Autrya: Ok! I like shopping with you guys! In fact, I like you guys! You're awesome!
Samus: yeah yeah...
But, back at the dress place...
Ness: How about this one?
Marth: NO WAY AM I TRYING THAT ONE ON!
Link: Alright, then it's perfect! (giving to Marth)
Marth: You guys are cruel, you know that?
Kirby: Just hurry up and try it on!
Marth: (sighs and enters the dressing room)
Marth: (from inside the dressing room) It fits! We shall buy it!
Ness: I don't think so! We'll have to see it!
Marth: I doubt that! I know if it fits or not!
Ganondorf: Well we wanna make sure!
Marth: Well I don't want you to make sure!
Link: Oh, just come out!
Marth: . . . . .Alright, but I'm warning you! You're gonna regret this! (emerges wearing, well, a dress)
all: (cracking up insanely)
Marth: (waiting patiently)
all: (continuing to laugh into vision begins to fade and hearing recedes)
Meanwhile, back at the mansion...
Autrya: We're baaaack!
Peach: We bought a lot of clothes! Where is everyone?
MH: Errands.
Samus: AUGH! I'm going to sleep!
Zelda: Me too, I'm beat!
Back at the dress place...
all: (still laughing)
Marth: (tapping fingers on table) You guys done yet?
all: (quieting laughter) Yeah.
Ganondorf: Ok, it fits. Go try on another. We need, like what? Four?
Pikachu: I don't know, but they should shop for their own dresses.
Link: Didn't they just go to the mall anyway?
Mario: Who cares? Those carnations are dying as we speak! Water is not enough to preserve their lives!
Marth: Ok, give me another dress and we can get done faster.
Kirby: (still laughing a little) Yeah, you're right. We've been out for hours. I hope they aren't worried about us.
They finished trying on dresses and laughing at Marth and were soon on the way back home.
At the mansion. 5:00 p.m.
Link: Whoo! We made it back!
Pikachu: We took care of all your errands, Master Hand.
MH: Well done. I appreciate it. Oh, and I need to hold a council in the...council room. So recruit everyone you can and let's go.
Soon, they were all in the council room. Just like magic.
MH: I would just like to remind everyone that we have interviews coming up, starting probably either tomorrow night or the day after tomorrow. That will give you plenty of time for preparation. I expect you all do wear decent clothing, be on your best behavior, and give honest, sincere answers. If not, I'll kick you off the team. This is an important part of your career.
Autrya: Did you buy our dresses yet?
Marth: (sigh)
Link: Yes, we did.
MH: Why don't you go look at them now? Then we'll eat dinner and you can try them on tomorrow morning.
In the living room
Peach: Oh, wow! These dresses are so pretty! They must have cost a forture!
Autrya: These are so beautiful! And it looks like they'll fit me perfectly! Thanks so much you guys! You have excellent taste!
Zelda: I sure hope they fit, and they look like they will.
Marth: yeah i hope so too...
Pikachu: Well, I'm hungry! Let's eat!
Ok, end of chapter 10. Just a tad shorter than the usual, but hey. It's just gotta be that way. Ok, so it was quite a bit shorter. I guess I'll make it all up down here. Um, how will the interviews go? How will Autrya's and Roy's date go? Who is Meredith that Master Hand was writing to? How much did the dresses cost? (Who cares) How will Nakoya's new romance story turn out? How will the one that needs to be edited turn out? Will these stories all be successful? Will she get a lot of reviews and update very soon? Find out in
chapter 11
some of the questions may not be answered in this chapter