Mewtwo hovered in the living room, staring at the TV. The image of a skeleton holding a bag of squirrel food had been burned onto the screen ever since Peach's death. He stared at it coldly. "I will destroy the squirrels and their evil mistress…" he whispered to himself.

Roy walked up behind him. "Yeah…" he said, "You see, that lady isn't real…"

Mewtwo glared at the redhead. "Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" he growled.

Roy stared at him, apparently not understanding the threat. "I'm going to ask Young Link something. Do you know where he is?"

Mewtwo rolled his eyes and threw Roy out of the room in the general direction of the hangar.

"Thanks!" Roy called back to the living room. He turned around and walked through the hangar doors.

Young Link looked up at him. As usual, he was working on Amelia. "Hi, Roy," the boy drawled.

"Have you been sleeping at all?" Roy asked, concerned.

"Sleep?" Young Link looked at Roy in confusion. "What's that?"

That's pretty bad…Roy thought. "Hey, can Amelia find Marth for me?"

Young Link blinked. "Yeah…hold on…" He pressed a button on Amelia's forehead. A hologram of the world appeared above her face, slowly zooming in until it showed the attic.

"The attic? Why would Marth be there?" Roy muttered to himself. He looked at Young Link. "Well, thanks."

"Mmm." Young Link murmured. He reached into Amelia's stomach and pulled out a cup of coffee. "Good luck and a Merry New Thanksgiving."

Roy shook his head and walked out of the room, heading toward the attic. As he went, he passed by Samus' bedroom.

"You're sure that Master Hand won't just repaint it again?" Ganondorf asked.

"He won't," Samus answered. "Not as long as I don't talk to him."

Roy peered inside the room. Sure enough, they were painting it brown and orange again.

"Nice," he commented. Samus flashed him a brief smile and then returned to her work.

He wandered into the dining room. As he passed the kitchen, he heard a small ruckus.

"That's not how you make chicken pot pie!" Nana yelled.

"I thought we were making pizza…" Kirby said.

"Ohhhh…that explains why you put ketchup in it. How are we going to get it off?" Popo asked.

"There's no way to get ketchup off of bread!" Nana griped. Roy heard a loud thunk, and then the girl stormed out of the kitchen. Popo followed after her, holding his hand up to his forehead.

"Nana, wait! We have to find a way to feed everybody!" he called.

"I know! I'm ordering Chinese!" she screeched.

Roy quickly fled the dining room, praying that the angry ice-based character wouldn't follow. He finally reached the attic stairway, and went inside.

Marth looked up at him from the history book he was absorbed in. "Hey," he greeted.

"What are you doing?" Roy asked.

"I'm researching all of the possible candidates for the villain that is controlling Master Hand." Marth lowered his book and showed Roy an illustration of an unkempt man in a grey robe, wearing a rather haughty expression on his face. "So far he's the prime candidate."

Roy looked at it. "That's Captain Falcon!" he yelled.

Marth narrowed his eyes. "And who is Captain Falcon dressed up as?"

Roy studied the picture for a few seconds. "Uh…I dunno," he admitted.

Marth's face fell. "Crud. I was hoping that you knew his name…" He looked at it again. "Anyway, I think he seems like a good Evil Person."

Roy bit his lip. "You think that he's our guy because he looks evil?"

Marth stared at Roy. "Yes."

"…oh. Okay. Anyway, have you eaten recently?"

"Yeah, yeah," Marth groaned. "I'll come out tonight, okay?"

Roy groaned and left the room.

Captain Falcon sat in his cell. It was rather small, at one foot by seven feet, but he was able to squeeze inside okay. The leader had told him that he had to stay for ten years. Apparently these people took quite a while to bake cookies.

One of the other morphs came to the door. "It. Is. Time. For. Your. Daily. Torture," he croaked. Captain Falcon sighed and allowed himself to be taken to the torture chamber.

Inside the chamber was…

"What the…" Sam shook her head in disbelief. "Dude, you can't put that in a fanfic! That's disgusting!"

Kusabi Makabe looked down at the ground dejectedly.

"She's right, you know," Laura added. "I mean, this isn't one of your twisted fantasies…besides, I like Falcon."

Kusabi Makabe sighed in exasperation. "Fine! I'll change it!" He began retyping the scene, silently promising himself that he would never again let his friends proofread his work.

Captain Falcon sat on his cot in the cell, wondering aloud how long it would take him to get his chocolate chip cookies (it never occurred to him that the cookies could be peanut butter or possibly raisin). He occasionally stood up to practice his martial art skills on the wall. After a few seconds, a morph appeared, holding spaghetti on a silver platter.

"Your. Food." He said.

"Yay!" Captain Falcon screeched. He grabbed the noodles and began stuffing them into his mouth.

"You. Are. Really. Gross."

"I don't care what you think!" Captain Falcon retorted. "And when are those cookies going to be ready?"

The morph left without answering.

Link walked into the hangar. Though he knew the fight would be long, he had to defeat the little demon! It would be epic! Glorious!

He tried to step inside, but realized that he couldn't. His feet…they were stuck to the ground! He looked down and saw that he was standing on an air vent.

He regained feeling in his legs. And, one millisecond later, fire shot out of the vent, crispifying the green-clad Hylian.

Yawn…I'm sleepy. Yes, I have two friends named Sam and Laura. No, they didn't proofread this.

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