~Pit's POV~

One of the best things about going on a date with the girl you love is that you get to share what you've experienced on that date with your friends afterwards. I know this because I love having something to brag about to the other Smash Boys, and spending a day with Samus will give me a great opportunity to find that something. Spending time with that beautiful bounty huntress at the cafe, the Namco Museum, and the mini-golf course will definitely be experiences worth rubbing in my friends' faces. When I tell the guys about all the cool things that happened during my date, I know they're going to be totally jealous of me.

While Link and I were returning from archery practice, I was telling him about my plans for my weekend date.

"So, you and Samus are going to meet up in downtown Smashville on Saturday afternoon, right?" said Link.

"That's right," I said. "We've got lots of stuff planned. First, we're gonna take a quick stop at the cafe, then we'll visit the Namco Museum, and then we're gonna go play some mini-golf. And maybe, before Samus and I go our separate ways at the end of the date, we might kiss!"

"You lucky dog," said Link as he gave me a fist bump. "That Samus sure knows how to put some action into a casual afternoon outing."

"Yeah, man," I said. "I bet Zelda doesn't plan such awesome activities as well as Samus does."

"Well, of course Zelda plans some nice activities for us when I go on dates with her," said Link. "It's just that sometimes she's a little too busy attending to her royal duties make those plans."

"I guess that's one of the setbacks of being a princess," I said. "They have so many things to do for their kingdoms and so little time for fun."

"I know, right?" said Link. "You must be very lucky to have a girlfriend who is always looking for a little action. Anyway, what time are you going to meet up with Samus on Saturday?"

"We said we'd meet up at 2:00," I said. "At least, that's what she told me. Not that I'm wearing a watch or anything."

"And what are you going to wear for your date?" asked Link. "You know you can't wear the same outfit that you go into battle with on a casual afternoon outing. You'll need to wear something that's a little more appropriate."

"Ah, that's no biggie," I said. "There are lots of other clothes I wear when I'm not training for battle or serving Lady Palutena. Besides, I have the perfect outfit waiting in my closet back in the temple. I'll bet Samus would love it."

"Will she be picking you up on her spaceship?"

"I don't know, dude," I said with a small chuckle. "You know that we Smashers have an app on our phones that can teleport us wherever we need to go in no time. I'm sure that Samus and I will teleport ourselves to Smashville from our homeworlds without having to make a long trip."

"That sounds pretty understandable," said Link. "And you know that there are a lot of places in the Nintendoverse that have teleporting pads, which can warp you to the place you need to go, so maybe you might not need your phone if there's a teleporting pad nearby."

"Maybe I won't," I said, shrugging my shoulders a bit. "Or maybe I will, in case there isn't a teleporting pad nearby. Who knows?"

"And since you two are going to the cafe, the Namco Museum, and the mini-golf course, one of you is going to have to pay for a ticket to the museum, some golf balls and clubs, and whatever it is you're going to get at the cafe," said Link. "Who do you think will pay for all that stuff?"

"I'm pretty sure I'll let Samus do it," I said. "You know that whenever Samus and I are together, I allow her to make the first move on me. She might bring some extra cash with her to cover the bill if need be. Since she's the one who asked me out, I know that she's going to make me feel special by paying for the activities. I have some money on me as well, so I can pay for some stuff in case she runs out of cash."

"But isn't your currency mostly hearts?" asked Link.

"Oh, no, no, no," I said. "I only use hearts to fill up the Intensity Cauldron. The currency I use to buy stuff is mostly drachmas."

"Drachmas?"

"Those are what we call coins in Angel Land and Skyworld," I explained.

"Oh, I get it," said Link. "And how are you going to prepare for your date, aside from choosing which outfit you're going to wear?"

"That's easy," I said. "Before I change into my date outfit, I need to freshen up first. We angels take really good care of our skin because we always want to keep it soft and blemish-free, so I might apply some body lotion to keep my skin hydrated. I might even spray on some cologne after my hot spring bath to make sure I make an extra-good impression on Samus."

"I do that before I go on a date with Zelda, too," said Link. "When you're going out with a girl, you know that you not only need to look good, but smell good, too."

"Exactly!" I said. "But we need to make sure we don't apply too much."

I kept talking about the plans that Samus and I had made for our date, but I think at that point, Link decided that he had heard enough. Unlike me, he's not the kind of person who can keep a conversation going for long, and he knows when it's time to cut it short.

"Look, Pit, I know you like talking about your relationships with girls, but sorry if I can't stay and chat with you for long," he said, pulling up his glove a little to glance at his watch. "I have to go home to groom my horse. I don't want Epona to look like a mess when I enter her in Hyrule's annual equestrian showcase."

"That's fine with me," I said.

"See you later," said Link as he went to the nearest teleportation pad to warp himself back to Hyrule.

"Bye, Link!" I said. As soon as Link left, I realized that I needed to look over the schedule that Samus had sent me. We had so many things planned for our date, that she decided to write down a schedule to remind me when we were going to do them. However, I realized that I had left it in the main lounge room of the Smash Mansion, so I decided to go there to get it. Taking out my Smash Phone, I used the Teleport app to transport myself to the mansion. Once I arrived, I was about to go in to make sure my schedule was where I left it, when I saw Captain Falcon standing near the doors.

"Oh hey, Captain Falcon," I said. "What's up?"

"Greetings, Pit. How are you doing?" said Falcon with a seemingly innocent-looking smile. "I heard from the grapevine that you and Samus are going out on Saturday, so I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad that you two are having such a nice, steady relationship."

That little remark and the way Falcon smiled made me a little confused. It was nice that Falcon was supporting the fact that I was Samus's boyfriend, but something seemed to be up. I knew I couldn't trust that smile of his, because it looked like he was hiding something from me. Something that was...no good.

"I hope you're not unhappy about the fact that I'm dating Samus," I said. "I mean, you're not going to try to hurt my relationship with her or anything, are you?"

"What? No, I would never do anything like that," chuckled Falcon. But I knew that somehow, he was lying.

"Are you sure?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Of course," said Falcon. "What makes you think I'd be lying to you?"

"The fact that you're hiding something behind your back?" I said, observing him closely and noticing that he had one of his hands behind his back, as if he was covering something up.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "I am not hiding anything behind my back. Trust me, I am certainly not."

"I sure hope you aren't," I said, starting to feel just a little suspicious. "Now please move out of the way. I have to go in."

Once I entered the mansion, I began to think that Falcon must have been planning something, but didn't want to tell me what it was. But I decided to just brush it off, because I had to focus on getting my schedule from the lounge room.

Suddenly, just as I was making my way to the lounge room, I saw Ike, Little Mac, and R.O.B. enter the mansion and walk past, carrying what looked like a large cardboard box. I had no idea what they needed that box for, but whatever it was, it didn't seem right. It looked like they were bringing it to the storage room, which seemed very strange, because normally, they wouldn't have anything to do with a cardboard box.

Once they were out of sight, I saw Captain Falcon walk down the hall. For some reason, he had his hands cupped together as if he were holding some kind of weapon that he didn't want to show. I wasn't sure if it really was a weapon or not, but Falcon insisted on covering it up. I felt like asking him what it was, but I knew he would refuse to tell me, so I didn't bother. A few minutes later, Snake walked by in the same direction with a notepad in hand. What the heck was that notepad for? Was he going to take notes of something? Whatever it was for, I knew something was up, and it seemed very weird, and it didn't seem like something he would normally do.

As I took a peek at the end of the hallway, I could hear Falcon and Snake talking to each other about the mini-golf course. While they were talking, Snake looked like he was taking some notes. I couldn't make out the full conversation, but it must have been something about replacing golf balls with exploding ones. I just scoffed and shook my head, because I knew those guys liked to put a little danger to mundane activities like mini-golf.

I continued to make my way to the lounge room when I got distracted as I saw Ike and R.O.B walking to the storage room and back. They were repeatedly going in and out of the storage room, often walking down the hall and returning with something in hand. I had no idea why they were taking so many trips to the storage room and back, but something was telling me that they were making a crazy contraption of some sort. I had no idea what it could be, though, so I decided to follow them and take a peek in the room.

As I paid close attention, I could see that Ike was constantly adjusting his belt as he walked. He doesn't normally do that, but I could see that he wasn't wearing his regular belt, but a holster, which he was using to carry a hot glue gun. That was very strange. Everyone knows that Ike's main weapon is his sword, which he keeps attached to the side of his belt, so why would he need immediate access to a hot glue gun at his hip in a holster? And why would he need a hot glue gun for, anyways? Something about that seemed very suspicious.

Finally, they went back into the storage room and closed the door behind them. A few seconds later, I could hear their slightly muffled voices coming from inside the room. As I pressed my ear against the door to listen to what they were saying, I could hear Ike and Mac chuckling and talking about something involving an arcade machine.

"It was a great idea to make a Pac-Man arcade machine replica out of cardboard," said Ike. "We'll make it look like the real thing, and whoever plays it will be fooled for sure."

"One of us will be inside of the box operating the ghosts, which I have glued to pencils, while the player maneuvers Pac-Man, whom I have glued to a popsicle stick," said R.O.B.

"That sounds kind of weird," said Little Mac. "But hey, I'm all in for it."

"It took us about two hours to get this to look like the real thing," said Ike. "What do you think, Mac?"

"I think it looks pretty convincing," said Mac. "No one will ever be able to tell the difference."

"The only thing I'm concerned about is how long any of us would be in the box and what would happen if we need a bathroom break," said Ike.

"Lucky for you, I've got a plan," said Mac. "We could use an empty two-liter soda bottle to keep in the box for when one of us has to go Number One."

"Okay," said Ike. "But what would we do if the guy in the box needs to go Number Two?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," said Mac. "For now, let's just focus on getting this thing finished."

"Ew," I thought. "Too much information."

Still, I was curious to know what Ike and Mac were doing, so I opened the door just a crack so I could get a sneaky peek. From what I could see, they were working on the same cardboard box that they had brought into the storage room. I have to admit, it kind of did look like a real Pac-Man arcade machine.

"Alright, time to cut out the groove where the popsicle sticks are supposed to go," said Ike as R.O.B. handed him a knife. He began to cut something on the box, but after a few seconds, something happened.

"Drat!" he exclaimed. "The border for the maze fell inside the machine!"

"I guess we weren't really thinking ahead," said Little Mac.

"No kidding," said Ike.

"Well, on the bright side, it'll still make a good hiding spot we can use when we sneak into that museum," said R.O.B. "I could probably fit in there quite nicely, since it seems a bit too small for any of you to hide in."

"You've got a point there, R.O.B.," said Little Mac. "I don't think I could fit inside that box, either, even though I'm rather short in height. They don't call me Little Mac for nothing, you know."

It took me a while to process what was going on, but I managed to figure it out. Pac-Man is one of the most well-known games in Namco history, and for some reason, Ike and Mac were making a replica of the Pac-Man arcade machine to sneak inside the Namco Museum and use it to replace the real one. I had no idea why they wanted to do something as crazy as that. Being the curious angel I am, I decided to step into the room and ask them why they were making that fake arcade machine. I had a funny feeling that it was part of a weird plan of some sort, but it wouldn't hurt to ask those guys what that plan was. Unfortunately, the door hinges were a little squeaky, and as soon as I opened the door halfway and walked in, Ike, Mac, and R.O.B. turned their heads to see me standing there.

"What the-?!" exclaimed Ike and Mac at the same time, knowing that their cover had been blown.

"Move along, Pit," said R.O.B., trying to motion me to leave the room. "There's nothing to see here."

"Alright, what do you guys think you're doing?" I asked them. "Whatever it is, it needs to stop right now."

"It's none of your business!" said Ike. "It's part of our master plan, and you're not part of it."

"That's right," said Little Mac. "We didn't involve you in this. Now, scram, kid!"

"Dudes, I'm not stupid. I know you're up to something," I said. "Don't you even try to hide it from me. Now move out of my way so I can see what you're doing!"

"Heck no!" said Little Mac as he and Ike blocked the box with their arms, trying to cover it up to prevent me from seeing it. "You're never gonna see it, bird-brain!"

"We will follow through with this plan, and there's nothing you can do to stop it," said Ike.

"Oh, is that how it's gonna be?" I said. "Go ahead, fight me! See if I care!"

"With pleasure!" said Little Mac as he tightened his boxing gloves and began to charge toward me. But luckily, I knew how to prevent myself from getting punched in the face. I summoned my Guardian Orbitars and activated them, pushing Mac away as soon as he threw a punch my way. His glove bounced off one of the shields, causing him to punch himself by accident. Then, as Ike came charging my way with his sword, I summoned my Upperdash Arm and used it to knock him back.

"Nice try, losers!" I said. "Not even close!"

Once I knew they were both knocked out, it was time for me to make a run for it. I bolted out the door before they could get back up and go after me.

"You guys are nuts!" I yelled before I ran down the hall. I headed to the main lounge room as quickly as possible before slamming the door behind me. Luckily, no one else was in the room at the time, so I was safe for now. As I caught my breath, I wondered to myself why some of my fellow Smashers were acting so weird and making these somewhat tacky plans.

What was wrong with them? For some reason, they were acting very sneaky, but I didn't know why. I had no idea what they were doing, but whatever it was, it seemed very fishy to me. I decided to take matters into my own hands to find out just what they were planning.

I looked around the room, trying to find some evidence, when I saw something that gave me a bit of a clue. There a piece of paper lying on the coffee table, and it was right next to my schedule. I picked it up to get a better look, and I could see that it was covered in little pictures and had something written on it. The drawings consisted of Falcon, Snake, Mac, Ike, and R.O.B. teaming up and setting up various tricks and traps, and in the middle was a picture of Samus and me, both of us looking really disappointed. Even though I can't read, I could tell from the pictures that it was pretty clear what Falcon and the other goons were up to. They were so jealous of Samus being my girlfriend that it was obviously their plan to ruin my date with her. They were secretly trying to make me look like an unbearable dirtbag so that my relationship with the blonde bounty huntress would become miserable. It was all starting to make sense now. No wonder they were acting so weird.

"Sweet Palutena's pantyhose..." I muttered. "So that's what they've been doing. They're planning to sabotage my date so that Samus will dump me and go out with one of them instead. Well, I'm not going to let that happen!"

Falcon, Snake, Mac, and Ike think they're so cunning, but their plan to ruin my upcoming date was really stupid, not to mention straight-up cruel. I know that they were all jealous that Samus is going out with me instead of one of them, even though they refused to show how jealous they were, but that was no excuse for planning to destroy my relationship with the bounty huntress behind my back. Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, always says that love can't be stopped. It is much stronger than hate, and it is one of the most powerful things in the world. I have always liked Samus, and I've loved her just as much as all the other girls I've met, and nothing will ever change that. I think she's the perfect girlfriend for me, and with Saturday approaching, I won't let anything ruin my afternoon with her, because she makes me feel like the most special guy in the Smash Bros. roster. Maybe even the whole Nintendoverse.

I just have to find a way to keep Falcon and the other guys from sabotaging my date. What I need is someone who's an expert on preventing anyone from sabotaging relationships. I just have to find the right person to ask...

*I got the idea of the cardboard Pac-Man arcade game replica from Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Cabin Fever.