"Hey... where's those random characters who were stuck here?" Crazy Hand asked as he was playing around with some crazy ham he found in the basement of the apartment, facing the lone yellow Pikmin who was frightened. "Answer me right now, you dumb piece of-"
"They went shopping." R.O.B. explained as he was cleaning up the furniture as a hobby, with Silver The Hedgehog carrying various Smash Bros related items into the household. "They needed a break from being cramped inside."
"I heard that they were going to get a silver gun so they could make high quality rips." Silver remarked as he squinted his eyes, placing down the box of items as he panted, dusting himself off. "I just hope they aren't doing something reckless."
"Prepare... to feel the force... of golf." Darth Vader exclaimed as he took a mighty swing with his lightsaber, causing the golf ball to be sliced. "...oops."
"I don't think that's how you smack the golf ball," Banjo remarked as he rubbed the back of his head.
Kazooie rolled her eyes as she pecked Banjo in the side. "Don't tell him! He has enough experience, let him figure it out."
The group were hanging out at the top of a skyscraper in Fourside, with there being a miniature golf situated around the place. The King Pig was busy trying to eat up as many eggs as possible, while the others were just trying to play a game of golf.
"Sit back, boys. Let a pro show you how it's done." Fred Flintstone laughed as he spun his stone engraved golf club around, swinging it as he sent the golf ball
trailing across the night city sky, with it landing on the Falcon Flyer, which caused it to explode and crash down on the city streets, WITH NO SURVIVORS.
Looking at each other nervously, the group quickly dashed out of the apartment as they were chased by angry random pedestrians and a very pissed off Captain Falcon, who was ready to Falcon Punch their heads in.