Since I took a while to put up the last chapter, I'm writing this sooner than I planned.

Disclaimer: Nintendo made it pretty clear that they owned SSBM with that big red logo at the beginning of the game, don't you think?

Mr. Game and Watch was sprinting out of a grocery store with a bag of doughnuts, since he couldn't get any at the bakery…

Flashback

Marth and Kirby must have gained 35 pounds or morefrom doughnuts. The blue-haired prince was still hastily shoving raspberry jelly filled doughnuts pieces into his mouth.

Kirby glared at Marth as he rubbed his stomach with a satisfied grin. Marth fished out his sword from a closet and triumphantly with the last of the doughnut in his left hand. He shoved it acquisitively into his piehole and slowly swallowed it and devoured it.

"I just ate 10,000 doughnuts in one week! That must be a world record! Kirby, go call the Guiness Book of World Records! I'm going to get rich and buy the world's largest pastry factory!" He waved his sword through the air as his stomach jiggled. Kirby managed to stand up and very slowly walk to some closet.

A familiar black figure came through the doors of the tiny yet filthy bakery.

"Beep beep bop ba beep!" shouted Mr. Game and Watch.

"Huh?" asked Marth.

"Beep. Beep. Bop. Ba. Beep."

Marth raised his eyebrows and put a hand through his silky azure locks. "I don't get it."

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!" screeched Mr. Game and Watch as he left. It was obviously frustrating when no one could understand what he was trying to say.

So now Mr. Game and Watch clutched his doughnut bag and ran back to the Smasher Mansion. Unfortunately, he accidentally ran into-you guessed it- the Know Your Smashers studio!

The cameraman was sniffing the citrus scented camera when Mr. Game and Watch walked through the door. "Oh goodie, another person to torment! Oh announcer!"

"Yes yes, I see cameraman. Mr. Game and Watch, have a seat," said the announcer.

"But won't his 2 dimensional body rip the chair?"

"Good point. Sit here." A wooden stool fell from a vault in the ceiling. Mr. Game and Watch sat down as the lights dimmed and the announcer began.

"Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smahsers, know your smashers…"

Mr. Game and Watch was just plain confused and didn't know where he was.

"Mr. Game and Watch…he stole Young Link's roast beef."

"Bop ba ba beep cowboy bebop," responded Mr. Game and Watch.

"Cowboy Bebop? I love that show! I-"

"Shut up cameraman!" the announcer snapped, cutting off the cameraman once again. "I need to find my beep translator." The announcer fished through a drawer and pulled out a small triangular device and pressed the 'on' button in the back. Now Mr. Game and Watch could talk so the cameraman and the announcer could understand what he was saying.

"I didn't steal the roast beef, I don't even like roast beef. That was Nana."

"Sure, blame such a sweet innocent little girl."

"It's true!"

"Yeah, and I was born in Antarctica. Mr. Game and Watch…he wishes his name was Eensie Weensie Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini."

"I don't wish for my name to be something so stupid as Eensie Weensie Teeny Weeny!"

"Oh, so you want it to be Yellow Polka Dot Bikini then."

"I do not! I'm just plain old Mr. Game and Watch. Don't you get that?"

"Nope. Mr. Yellow Polka Dot Bikini…he is related to the yellow AOL logo dude."

The cameraman's eyes lit up. "Really? Tell him I said hi!"

"That's my second cousin eight times removed!"

"How is that possible?" wondered the cameraman.

"It just is."

"Okay then…Mr. Yellow Polka Dot Bikini…he is related to the People PC logos."

"I'm related to one that married Pac Man! So that's my sister-in-law, otherwise I'm related to none of them."

"I want to get Pac Man's autograph!" mentioned the cameraman randomly.

"No one cares," the announcer answered flatly as Mr. Game and Watch started to restlessly squirm around in his chair.

"Mr. Yellow Polka Dot Bikini…he has eaten more doughnuts than anybody in the world."

Marth heard this somehow and burst through the doors. "Oh really? Well then, I sir, challenge you to a duel!" He fluttered his sword through the air as his cape swayed. He grabbed Mr. Game and Watch's hand and dragged him back to the bakery.

Not again, thought Mr. Game and Watch.

So Marth and Mr. Game and Watch were on their way to the bakery, leaving the cameraman and the announcer alone in he studio.

The announcer ended with, "Now you know…Mr. Yellow Polka Dot Bikini, the roast beef thief who is related to Internet service logos."

A certain blond swordsman entered the studio anxiously. "Where is my roast beef?" he asked no one in particular.

The announcer cackled darkly. "Great, we have our next vict-I mean guest."

Next chapter: Young Link, the duel between Marth and Mr. Game and Watch, the person who really stole the beef unveiled, and a mystery guest star. After Young Link will be Popo.