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I do not own smash brothers


Falcon knew that to reach his objective of becoming a multi-billionaire he needed the most elite, determined and skilled to succeed.

Of course, that would create massive overhead, so he hired some kids. Much cheaper and hopefully ignorant of child labor laws.

He gathered Ness, Y. Link, Kirby, and Mewtwo with the intent of recruiting them.

"I am not a child!" was Mewtwo's initial response.

"Well, you were grown in a cloning vat. Technically you can't be over 10."

And so, Mewtwo grudgingly joined in the gathering, hoping Falcon had not realized he had outwitted the brilliant pokemon.

They assembled the back of the Smash mansion. Each of the kids was sitting on the grass. Mewtwo just hovered in the air.

"Okay, so you know what we're doing, right?" asked Falcon.

Ness interjected. "You know, many people have wasted there lives with get-rich-quick schemes. Why should this be any different?"

Falcon puffed himself up with pride. "Because all of them chickened out when the going got tough."

"So we'll be risking life and limb than?"

Falcon thought for a moment. "Sure," he replied.

"Can you give us one moment," said Ness.

"Absolutely," replied Falcon.

The four huddled together.

"So, gentlemen," asked Ness, "what's the word?

Kirby snorted. "We'll probably end up on the FBI's most wanted list." He glanced at Y. Link. "What do you think?"

"…"

Kirby grinned sheepishly. "Oh, yeah! Sorry."

"I believe that this endeavor is doomed to failure," said Mewtwo.

"That's probably inevitable," said Ness. "But, as much as that's true, with Falcon, there never seems to be a dull moment. This summer is nothing but re-runs on TV and the Wii won't be out until it's near the winter season."

"Hey, why don't we buy those other next generation consoles?" asked Kirby.

"SHHHHH!" Ness whispered harshly. "There's a reason we don't have those other systems in the mansion!"

They all looked around anxiously. Shigeru could have heard them.

Mewtwo cleared his throat. "Apparently he is occupied."

"I hope so," said Kirby.

"Anyway," said Ness, "back to the matter at hand. Personally, I believe that during the course of this…enterprise, there is the chance that I'll be shot at, accused of smuggling, or trapped underground with mutated zombies."

"Reasons to back out?" asked Kirby.

"No," replied Ness, "reasons to join. You?"

"Free food along the way, and I'm hoping a big pay out."

"At least one of your objectives is based on rational thought," said Mewtwo. "Although I have seen Falcon outwitted by rocks, his absurd luck may provide a massive financial windfall for us all."

Y.Link just nodded, to indicate he also wanted to be part of the madness.

They broke out of the huddle and found themselves surrounded by mutant zombies on all sides. Falcon was wielding a chainsaw and shotgun, blowing apart zombies and sawing them in half.

"Well," said Ness, "if we're going to be devoured by mutant zombies, at least I won't be dying horrible death miles underground in some secret facility."

"Yeah," said Kirby, "that's so cliché."