Disclaimer: Look to other chapters, since it doesn't change.
Peach was pacing about frantically in search of her cranberry fragrance. She had just bought it yesterday from a fancy French boutique. She happened to find a wide building and entered cautiously.
"Hello? Has anyone seen my bottle of perfume?" the princess pondered, squinting through the darkness. Nothing was in sight, except for a black chair. Peach approached it and noticed a pile of creamy liquid. She made a face and used her frying pan to scoop it away. The chair was clean enough after a couple of scoops, so the princess took her seat in case someone would just happen to come along with her perfume.
"Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers," rumbled a voice.
"Oh, do you have my perfume? If so, please give it back to me."
"No. Peach…she hates wearing that ugly pink dress."
"No, I like my dress. The material is comfortable. It's pretty, not ugly like you think."
"Peach…her dress is made from spider webs."
"No it's not! It's made from…uhhh…I don't know what, but it's soft!"
"Sure…you love that soft feeling of spider webs wrapped around you."
"Not true. Eww!"
"Peach…she received her dress from a barbarian woman in a poodle skirt," mocked the announcer.
"No, I don't recall meeting a barbarian, or someone in a poodle skirt for that matter. This dress is from a very expensive department store. And why are you being so unkind about my attire?"
"How can you be so sure?" inquired the announcer, disregarding the question.
"…" Peach really didn't know how to answer that one, since she had received it as a Christmas gift one year.
"I thought so. Peach…she loves eating mud after it has rained and Yoshi has drooled in it."
"What? Now that is nasty. A princess would never do such a thing."
"You're no princess. Princess Marshmallow Fluffernutter is! And she is much better at her job than you."
Marth, also known as Princess Marshmallow Fluffernutter, appeared with a huge box of chocolate glazed doughnuts from a bakery. He bit greedily into one, savoring its luscious, rich taste.
"How many times must I tell you? I am a male. A prince. With fangirls," Marth stated, crumbs of the doughnut flying from his mouth as he finished it. Then after he was done speaking, he left the building via crowd of fangirls.
"Okay then, the author must be high on jelly beans again," commented the announcer.
"Okay fine, I was when I wrote this. Deal with it," a voice out of thin air roared. Then the story went back to normal.
"Peach…she is in love with a blueberry Eggo waffle."
"Now that is the last straw! I'm out of this place. But one question," Peach said.
"What is that?"
"Where is my cranberry perfume?"
"Uhh…Jigglypuff has it!"
"Ooh, I knew it! That dirty thief…she'll pay." Peach rose from the chair, curled her fingers firmly, andtrudged off.
"Now you know…Peach." The camera left the now empty chair in the shadows, leaving it to wait for its next victim.
Next is Kirby, then Pikachu. I'll try to update soon.