Here is chapter 20, featuring another Hylian elf. Well, it's really the same elf, only younger.
Disclaimer: You should know after 19 chapters of this story.
First, you will get to witness the duel of doughnut-eating between Mr. Game and Watch and Marth.
Two enormous plates of doughnuts sat on the table, one for Marth, one for Mr. Game and Watch. It was filled with doughnuts of every kind imaginable, including but not limited to, powdered sugar, cream-filled, chocolate glazed, fruitcake delight, and Lysol lemon.
Kirby toddled in and stood up a wooden stool with a tiny lime green flag in his right hand. He waited a few seconds, then energetically waved the flag, signaling the competitors to begin.
Marth forced his head into the mountain of deep-fried goodies and fiercely bite at them. Mr. Game and Watch did the same. They both continued at a decent pace for about five minutes. Then a certain blue-haired swordsman began to slow down. Kirby's mouth hung open in surprise.
"Too…many…doughnuts," Marth bellowed, then falling over, holding his stomach and moaning.
A stranger came in, not knowing that Marth and Kirby had bought the bakery a while ago. He walked into a store full of jelly stains on the wall, crumbs scattered messily all over the floor, and Marth lying helplessly on the floor while Kirby watched in awe and Mr. Game and Watch finished over half of his bowl of doughnuts.
"Excuse me, may I have a cappuccino and a blueberry muffin?" the stranger asked Kirby. As he waited for an answer, his eyes wandered down to Marth, who was still groaning in pain and clutching his belly. The stranger gasped.
"Oh no! This poor woman must be pregnant and in labor! Don't worry, I'll rush her to the hospital immediately."
Marth's tummy was throbbing with pain, so he couldn't answer that. Kirby was too shocked, and Mr. Game and Watch was scooping the last doughnut crumb out of his bowl.
The stranger carried Marth to his filthy crimson van and lay him carefully in to back seat and buckled him in. He fastened his seat belt, pulled out of the driveway, and turned left to the nearest hospital.
Mr. Game and Watch did a victory dance. Kirby awarded him with a silky blue ribbon. Then turned on the radio and did the Macarena together.
"So, is my roast beef here? I wanted it for lunch, along with my cupcake, apple, and Lon Lon Milk," Young Link informed the announcer and the cameraman.
"Take a seat, and we'll tell you," responded the announcer with an evil snicker. The cameraman couldn't wait to see how this little hungry midget would be made fun of.
Young Link, who is apparently quite gullible, sat in the chair as his empty stomach growled for food. Just as the Hylian was ready for the roast beef, the lights became dim.
"Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smahsers."
"Where in Hyrule is my lunch? Fork it over!" he whined, putting his left hand over his stomach.
"Young Link…he is a spoiled, immature brat who doesn't know when to stop annoying people."
Young Link snorted, showing he was unimpressed. "Zelda has called me that…" He counted on his fingers. "Exactly 718 times. After 121 it didn't affect me." Young Link smiled proudly at the fact he had actually thought of a comeback. His older self would have been so proud.
The cameraman yawned. "Whatever." He took out some video games and began ripping out pictures of bananas and Donkey Kong.
"Young Link…he is lactose intolerant."
"That makes no sense. How would I be able to stand drinking so much milk?"
"Why do you like milk so much anyway?" pondered the cameraman. "I only like Special Edition Banana Milk beca-"
"NO BODY CARES!" shouted Young Link, already exasperated by the announcer.
"Uhh…What he said. Young Link…he gets uber moody when he sits down."
"What the heck? Where did you get that? And there is no such word as uber!"
"Yes there is!" objected the cameraman, yet again attempting to pose heroically.
"Yeah, and is it in the dictionary?"
"No! The dictionary is so overrated anyway." The cameraman's pants began to slip. "The best words are made up."
"Um, cameraman…" mentioned the announcer. Young Link immaturely giggled and pointed.
The cameraman looked down and shrieked like a four year old. "At least you guys didn't see my special underwear."
"And how is it special?" queried Young Link, lifting his eyebrow.
The announcer uttered, "Do we really want to know that?"
"Good point."
"I know, right? Young Link…he is in love with his older self."
"No way! That's just wrong. Besides, he's having a love affair with his hair."
Crickets chirp softly in the background as the three of them waited for someone to say something.
"Um…I like pie," reported the announcer.
"So do I," agreed the cameraman.
"And Young Link likes the older version of himself!"
"I do not!" Young Link pulled up his hat that had been sliding off of his hat and crossed his arms.
"Young Link…he is currently dating Dora the Explorer."
"I don't even know a Dora!" Young Link justified, trying his best to sound purely innocent.
"If you're actually telling the truth, then now you do," the cameraman told him.
As if right on time, a petite female with dark brown hair and hazel eyes in a salmon pink shirt and orange shorts sprinted through the doors anxiously. A gray monkey with red boots that looked like clown shoes followed behind her.
The girl ran and jumped into Young Link's lap. "Hola! I am Dora!" screeched the girl into Young Link's ear. "And that's Boots!" She pointed to the monkey.
"Do you have to scream?"
"Yep!" answered Boots cheerfully.
"You two youngsters have fun," declared the announcer as Dora pulled Young Link out of his chair by his left index finger.
"We will! We can go to the hospital and visit sick people and annoy them!"
"Oh joy."
"That's right!" Boots assured him.
"And then you can buy me ice cream and listen to me babble about my therapist!" Dora added.
So Young Link, Dora, and Boots exited the studio and headed left to the nearest hospital.
"Now you know...Young Link, the lactose intolerant spoiled, immature brat who is dating Dora the Explorer."
"Not true! And where is my roast beef already?" inquired Young Link as he peeked back in. Apparently the little elf was still hungry.
A pound of roast beef bombarded from the air and stuck to Young Link's face. "Thank you! I think..."
That was a bit longer, hope you liked it. I've been thinking about doing a chapter for the cameraman, what do you think? Oh yeah, and the Ice Climbers will get separate chapters. Next will be Popo, then Samus. YAY!