Now begins Phase 3. How many phases will there be? We will see.

The thick, filthy sewage splashing all over his pants was incredibly gross and nauseatingly stinky. But the large mob chasing him required him to keep running. Since the chase had resumed, he felt like a rat in a disgusting maze. The number of corners seemed infinite, and they did nothing to throw the mob off track. And he hadn't found a single manhole in several minutes, so all the running was beginning to get on his nerves.

"Ow!" He had just been hit in the head by a ketchup bottle.

"It's no use running! Take your hits like a man, and this will all be over!" a man yelled, his voice echoing.

"If I stop, you all will be sliced to bits! And I have no desire to kill! Anyone else!"

"Fine! We'll just keep chasing you then!" a female yelled.

Marth groaned and turned another corner. At last! A manhole cover! There was no way that each pursuer could be as thin as he was, so they'd be stuck down there for a while. He skidded to a stop right below the thick, metal cover and jumped up, slicing through it and narrowly missing being stabbed by a knife. He landed in a busy street, above the open manhole. Much growling and angry yelling came from the sewer. Marth made a face at them and was about to catch a cab back to the mansion.

Instead, he had to stab through the front window of a sightseeing tour bus speeding towards him. He landed on his back in the aisle. Everyone on the lower level, including the driver, stared at him in shock and awe. Marth stood up and dusted himself off, then looked around.

"…Sorry about the…being chased by…yeah…"

Marth proceeded to walk up to the upper level of the bus, while everyone on the lower level, including the driver, took pictures of him. Most of the upper level riders did the same, but Marth didn't mind at all. Getting back to the mansion was his number one priority. Well, besides surviving, of course.

Which was about to become even more difficult.

Several feet before the bus, smoke could be seen rising out of another manhole Marth wondered why he hadn't seen before. It was a large amount of smoke as well. Marth started to slowly back up, while the riders pointed to the smoke and murmured.

For a split-second, Marth lost his sense of hearing. A fairly large explosion created a fairly large hole in the street. Cars fell into the 30-foot-deep hole, and the bus was teeming on the edge, about to dive in as well. The riders cried out in terror, for the bus looked like it would fall on its top. Marth ran to the back and grabbed a bar. The bus began to fall in a way similar to the Titanic's sinking, save for speed. Marth jumped over the bar, landed on the back window, and jumped off that, landing in the street. The bus fell on its front, knocking the top riders to the floor. Then the large vehicle crushed them.

Marth sighed. "What can't these people do?"

70-plus people climbed out the manhole 3 blocks away, and quickly noticed Marth.

"He survived the explosion! Get him!" It was faint, but Marth could still hear her. Right then, he thought of something that might help him.

He needed to get to a phone. There was a phone booth on the sidewalk to the left of him. He rushed inside and pulled out a quarter from his pocket. He jammed it in the slot and rapidly dialed the mansion's number. The phone rang once.

"Come on, come on, I don't have time for this…"

The phone rang again. The mob was a block away.

The phone rang again. Fox picked up.

"Hello?"

"Fox! It's Marth. Listen, do you think you can fly your Arwing down here and pick me up?"

"It doesn't hold passengers-"

"I don't care! I'll ride on the top if I have to! Please! About 70 people are trying to catch me and kick my ass, or kill me! And I'm not killing anyone. Else."

Fox sighed. "You're hopeless, you know that? Okay, where are you?"

Marth observed nearby street signs. "I'm on Eagle Ave. between 89th and 90th. But if you fly over the city and see a huge group chasing me…you know what to do. Ahh!" He ducked to avoid a flaming green shell that shattered the booth's glass. "I gotta go!" He slammed the phone on the hook and ran away as the group ran around the hole and started chasing Marth through many alleyways.

Marth jumped over a person dusting off his mat on his back steps. The wave swallowed him.

Marth ran across a street and into another alleyway. The wave stopped all cars just like before.

Marth performed a wall kick (oooooooooh…) and climbed up a fire escape ladder. There was lots of growling and angry yelling from below. Marth followed the steps all the way to the roof and caught his breath. It would only be a matter of time before the mob discovered a way to enter the building and get to the top. Marth took this time to sit on the roof's ledge and wonder exactly how the hell all this happened.

Hey! Hello, you stepped on my foot, bitch!

"This world is so on edge…"

Faint, rapid footsteps could be heard.

"Where the hell is Fox?"

The door busted open to reveal the mob. Duh.

"So, blue guy, how are you getting out of this?" a guy in the back asked.

"Boy, I wish I knew…"

The mob charged toward him. Marth decided to try what he saw in so many action movies involving people on roofs and their lives being at stake.

Then he changed his mind and simply jumped onto the other roof.

"Goddamn it! We can't jump like that!" a guy yelled.

Marth made a face at them and noticed that an Arwing was on its way. "Well, this has been fun, but I have a life to get back to. You'll see me on the Smash Network!" Marth jumped onto the Arwing while it passed and he took off.

"I don't have cable!" a male mobster yelled.

In order for Marth to hang onto the fast-moving spaceship, he had to stab through a wing and hold on to his sword. Fox was mad at this, but he would repair it as soon as he got back to the mansion.

The chase was over.

"Fox, thanks for coming to get me!" Marth yelled, brimming with happiness.

"Yeah, whatever," Fox answered.

8 minutes later

Fox landed his ship in the back of the mansion. Marth un-pierced his blade and proceeded to walk through the back door. Fox groaned and began repairing the narrow hole Falchion created. Right before Marth even grazed the doorknob, fierce whooshing was heard overhead. Marth and Fox looked up.

70-plus people were flying in the sky on jet-propelled hover boards, traveling like a flock of birds. They turned in unison and dived toward Marth. Fox chuckled.

Marth jacked his Arwing.

"I'm jacking this!" Marth said as he closed the cockpit and flew away. The flying mob followed him. Fox shouted out in frustration.

"You better bring that back, you hear me? BRING IT BACK!" Fox sighed. "I'm gettin' a burger."

Phase 4 is on its way. Just when it was almost over…