Since the story is close to its ending, except frequent updates. I want to get this story out of the way so I can work on others, plus all the nice reviewers help motivate me. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. Except the cameraman, since he wouldn't exist if it weren't for me. I also disclaim talk shows and anime-dubbing companies.

"That guy said WHAT!"

Little Nana's normally pale face was flushed with anger, her fists shaking vengefully after dropping a crinkled scrap of paper.

"H-he-he s-said someth-thing about your b-b-boyfriend P-popo waiting for you at that a-address," mumbled Pichu in fear. He nibbled his key lime pie slice to help soothe his quivering body. Never before had he seen the girl so outraged.

"He's my brother! That's SO wrong. Guess what? I'm going down to that place to give that guy a piece of my mind!" declared Nana in a boisterous voice, swinging her mallet heroically in the air. "I shall avenge all the Smashers that have been humiliated by this cruel soul!"

Pichu beamed with excitement at the avengement part. He licked the leftover pie crumbs from his stubby fingers before they had the chance to stumble down his stomach and go to waste.

I wonder where Samus is? Pichu thought.

Meanwhile, in a therapist's office…

The bounty hunter's helmet was off as she cried her eyes out. She took out a tissue swiftly and noisily blew her nose.

"So, tell me what happened," suggested the therapist calmly.

"Th-th-this m-mean announcer g-guy insulted m-meee!" she sobbed.

For Samus, this was very unusual, that much the therapist could identify. She picked up her new orchid pen and jotted down some notes on a clipboard.

"I see. How did you get there in the first place?"

"Well, um, I…I somehow got in this studio where an announcer insults p-people for a-a l-l-living-g. He…he…r-revealed my d-deepest-t s-s-secret!" she wailed, still trying to stop. Apparently this scarred her for life.

"And what exactly is this secret of yours?" questioned the therapist.

"I'manEdwardElricfangirl," she murmured quietly and quickly.

"Come again?"

"I'm an Edward Elric fangirl," Samus repeated, sounding only slightly louder.

"I'm sorry, I still can't hear you."

"I'm. An. Edward. Elric. Fangirl!" she shrieked in a shrill, earsplitting tone, making it sound like she spoke in monosyllables.

The therapist cringed. "Well, you're definitely not alone…"

"Really?" Samus asked, sounded hopeful with a sprinkle of cheerfulness.

The therapist stood up and dug through some drawers at her desk. She eventually fished out a dusty tape. After blowing off the dust, she put it in her VCR.

"And today on Dr. Phil, we have seven girls here, who have one thing in common. It's pretty obvious as to what it is if you look at their shirts."

The teenage girl stood up proudly, flashing auburn shirts that read, "I'm am an Edward Elric fangirl. FEAR ME!"

"Edward is cute!" shouted one random person from the audience.

"And he's MINE!" screamed all seven girls in unanimity. They looked at each other, each with their own disgusted facial expression. "HE'S MINE!"

"Calm down girls," Dr. Phil asked politely.

The teenagers reluctantly sat down with anger.

"Now, we are here to see why you ladies are so obsessive. Would you care to tell us what is so great about this Edward person?"

"He's hot! End of story," vociferated one thin girl with curly raven hair.

The other six applauded in agreement.

"And that's all there is to it?"

"Yes!" said another girl, this one with short red hair and fiery hazel eyes. "He'll be my husband."

"No, he'll be mine!" argued the black-haired one.

"He's mine and you know it!"

"Shut up, Ed belongs to me!"

Soon, all the girls were cat fighting, not even caring that they were being humiliated on television. The audience eagerly watched the pandemonium.

Dr. Phil sighed and mumbled something about never getting paid enough to deal with idiotic guests. "Security! Call the insanity asylum! Make sure they have seven openings!"

One security guard nodded and called nine others, who darted onto the stage and scooped up the jiggling teenagers, who were are restless as bugs stuck in a tight cage.

Dr. Phil put on a fake smile. "We'll see you next time!" he announced. "I'm really need more caffeine…"

The therapist stopped the tape. "See what I mean?"

Samus's eyes looked like they had frozen with amazement. She didn't move a muscle or blink.

Back with Nana, who had already found the studio, was wandering for some sign of human life.

"Announcer! Come out here, you coward!"

"Ah, so the Eskimo finally made it here. Have a seat, young Nana."

Nana unwillingly climbed onto the chair and sat down, pouting. "Look, I-"

Nana was cut off by the announcer ever-famous three words. "Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers…"

"What the heck is going on?"

"Nana…her wooden mallet smells like baby powder."

"No it doesn't!" Nana sniffed her mallet to be sure. "Smells like fresh wood to me!"

"If you multiply four by four, do you get fourty-four?" inquired the cameraman.

"No. Cameraman, are you really THAT stupid?"

"Nope! My I.Q. test said my I.Q. was –187. That's really high, I must be a genius!" he declared.

The announcer sighed. "No cameraman, the negative numbers are less than zero. Therefore, you are an idiot with mental issues."

"I want smoked ham!"

"I almost feel sorry for you, having to deal with him," Nana commented dully, scanning the room curiously.

"I feel sorry for myself. Nana…she soaks her shoes in vinegar on Thursdays."

"Nope, but Luigi soaks his butt in grape juice on Saturdays."

"I didn't need to know that."

"Ya, like 0mg TM1!1!1one!" squealed the cameraman.

"Cameraman, why are you talking in leet?"

"1 d0nt kn0."

"Eh, oh well. Nana…she fantasizes of making out with Popo," the announcer reported, knowing that would set Nana off.

"That's why I came here. He's my brother! Why would I like him that way?"

"Ask yourself."

Nana scowled and refrained from saying something.

"Nana…her nightly ritual is belly dancing in front of a mirror in a Sailor Moon costume."

"I think that's Link…" Nana stared to her right and rubbed her chin. "Yep, it's Link. One time he blackmailed Bowser into it too."

The cameraman looked disturbed and inquisitive at the same time.

"I don't think I wanna know," responded the announcer.

"It might disturb you, so maybe it's better left unsaid." Nana smirked evilly, took a photograph out of her parka, and stared at it. She tried hard not to crack up.

"Nana…she is secretly a 4Kids employee."

A bunch of Tokyo Mew Mew, Shaman King, Sonic X, Ojamojo DoReMi, and fans of other animes that 4Kids screwed up appeared with gleaming torches in hand.

"CHARGE!" screamed a random person.

"AHHHHH!" Nana hopped onto the ground and ran for her life.

"Weird, both her brother and Nana ended up running away from an angry mob," the cameraman pointed out.

"Finally, you're right for once."

"Thank you!" The cameraman beamed with pride.

"You're still stupid," the announcer told him bluntly.

"Aw, man!"

"Now you know…Nana, the 4Kids employee that soaks her shoes in vinegar."

Next shall be Dr. Mario, after that the plot slightly changes. I can't really explain it now, so stay tuned!