Just one chapter left after this (most likely). A chase of epic proportions will epically end. And…

Marth looked over the edge of the ship he had just crashed into. The 13 pursuers that remained were catching up fast. He quickly looked around.

"Ski-Doo."

Marth took a Ski-Doo from the deck (ignoring the owner's incoherent rambling), pushed it into the water, and jumped on it. He hurt his groin a little, but there were, like, bigger problems at hand. He sped off; thank goodness he took those classes two days ago. He had to get back to the mansion, against whatever odds were left.

The 13 pursuers all had Ski-Doos, and were tailing him. Marth didn't even bother questioning it this time.

Up the canal they went. It ran right through the city, and ended somewhere near the mansion, luckily. Marth crashed through the middle of a 6-man canoe, hitting and/or killing the two in the middle. The 13 took care of the terrified, remaining ones.

Marth hit a ramp. He flew above an overpass in slow motion, slicing through a piece of the barricade. It fell and hit a pursuer in the face, knocking him into the water. A young boy pointed at Marth in slow motion, mouthing the word "cool". Then regular motion resumed and the 12 sped away.

"That girl was hot," the young boy said.

Two of the pursuers were trying to hit Marth with (stolen) paddles. Marth was able to dodge them narrowly and consistently. Soon, one hit the other into the water. Thank goodness he took those classes yesterday.

Some of the pursuers that had fallen before were now standing over the edges of the canal walls, throwing objects at our victim. The same objects he encountered on the freeway and when he made the phone call. Fox was gonna be pissed. Anyway, Marth swatted most of them away with his sword. The ones that were fruits he caught and ate. The paddle hit him in his stomach. He keeled over, causing the Doo to make a circular turn. With Falchion extended, he expertly, accidentally, sliced the handlebars off 4 Doos. Their drivers fell in the water.

"Have my children!" the young boy cried out, following him on a motor scooter. That wasn't his.

"Not now!" Marth meant to say that he was a guy, but ended up saying that. He had, like, bigger problems at hand. The mansion was close. His pursuers were closer. Eventually they boxed him in in an attempt to finally kick his ass. Marth had noticed something the others did not. But how would he avoid it? He could only think of one possible way.

He drove straight down. He actually managed to make it underwater, and his pursuers continued. Into a dock. A concrete dock. Marth resurfaced and chuckled at the 8 people, some dazed in the water, some dazed on the dock. He continued towards the mansion. But his problems weren't over-

"You're hot!" the young boy and his friend called out, both on the same scooter.

…But his problems weren't over yet. Former chasers started trying to actually jump on him, so it was like a rain of hatred, fury, and people. Their aim was bad, luckily. Some people got their feet stuck on the wall when they jumped. But he didn't have anything to worry about. The mansion was only a minute away.

55 seconds later

A gang of 23, now driving motorcycles again, followed Marth to the mansion's front door. He rammed it open, fell, and quickly got back up, like a cat. The motorcycles drove inside the mansion. Marth ran inside the dining room, panting like crazy. Zelda was intrigued.

"What happened to you?"

Marth pointed to himself, the motorcycles, and continued catching his breath. Zelda heard loud revving and teleported up to her room. The motorcycles slowly approached Marth, like leopards. Marth slowly moved back and unsheathed Falchion. This is where it would all end.

Ness decided to break in his new digital camcorder by taping this great event.

A chase inside the Smash Mansion. How could this possibly end? How will the tape come out? Will Marth have to resort to…killing them? We shall see.

The next chapter will be long, by my standards.