Disclaimer: I'll say this quick, since no one cares, but I own nothing!

Falco was winning in a battle against Luigi. Across the field he spotted a Warp Star. Eagerly, he ran to it, hopped on, and soared through the air. Luigi ran awayin fear of being knocked out. Unluckily for Falco, a bomb appeared where he landed. He lost a life and went into the sky and disappeared like a star you sometimes see in anime. But instead of coming back to the battlefield, Falco continued to drop until he finally hit a tree with an enormous trunk.

"Ow," he moaned as he fell through the sky at a high speed.

After awhile, Falco landed in front of a studio. He grabbed onto the door handle as he stood up and brushed the leaves and dust off of himself. The door swung open and the bird entered.

His legs were a bit wobbly from that long fall, making it hard for him to stand up straight. He limped his way to a black chair. The announcer was back from lunch and eager to taunt this newcomer.

"Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers."

Falco's eyes shifted from side to side, as if trying to find the announcer.

"Falco…he is truly a bird brain."

"No I'm not," he answered. "I am smarter than the average bird."

"Oh, so just because you can talk, you think you can be mean to those cute little birdies?"

Falco got a look of puzzlement on his face, as did the cameraman.

"Erm, enough of that. Falco…he chews on Mario's hat when no one watches."

"Wouldn't that taste gross?"

"You would have to tell me. You know."

"No I don't!"

"Does it taste like chicken?"

Falco's blood boiled from these annoying comments. Worst of all, they weren't even true.

"Falco," the announcer paused, as if waiting for a random insult to pop up. "He stole that jacket."

"I did not! I bought this myself! Why would you accuse me of that?"

"Because you did. Do you even have the receipt?" queried the announcer.

"Not with me right now, but-"

"Silence! You stole it then!"

"Did not! What do you expect, me to carry it around with me all the time just to prove I actually bought it?"

"Yes."

"You make no sense!"

"I do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"...Do too."

"Be quiet already!" an irritated Falco screeched.

"Nope. I must talk to get paid."

"You get paid!" he asked in astonishment.

"Yes. Why wouldn't I?"

No answer from Falco.

"Falco…he square-dances with Zelda and Yoshi."

"Square-dancing? What's that?"

"A dance you do with Zelda and Yoshi."

"I don't even know what it is."

"Right…" muttered the announcer monotonously.

"It's true!"

"Falco…he stuffs rotten cheeseburgers in that jacket he stole."

"How many times must I tell you, I did not steal this jacket! It was bought! And cheeseburgers are too greasy. Even if I did eat them and stuff them in my jacket, it would be ruined!"

"You're talking, but you're not saying anything. Falco…he is about to leave..."

"For once you're actually correct!" Falco stood up from the chair and wobbled to the door. "I'm surprised at that, considering almost every word you say is a LIE!"

"…To steal more cheeseburgers."

"I don't steal cheeseburgers! Why would I? They're nasty!"

"Now you know…Falco, the square-dancing, bird brained, cheeseburger and jacket thief."

"Are you ever not talking or lying? Or both? I'm sick of you! I'm going to get something to eat because I'm hungry!" he declared.

"Okay. Bye. And make sure to really buy your cheeseburger."

"I am not getting a cheeseburger! I'm getting a hot dog, then maybe a cinnamon roll at the bakery. I've had enough." With that, Falco slammed the door behind him.

"I wonder where the rest of my pork loaf went," commented the announcer to no one in particular.

There is chapter 10. Next I shall make a chapter for Bowser, and then Zelda. Expect an update soon!