There's something new in the dinning room. It's a bulletin board. Master Hand put threw it there the other night. So far their we're a bunch of spaghetti ads glued on it (for goodness sakes, Mario...) and a note from the glove himself.

Listen up, Smashers. The note read. Me and Crazy Hand came up with a far way to pick cooks for the day! You know that HUGE hat I was wearing yesterday? Well, we threw in tons of pieces of paper in it with numbers and your names on them. Then we pulled a few by random. I pulled out the number 4, so 4 cooks today. Here's the 4 names we pulled out:

Pac-Man

Villager

Pikachu

Captain Falcon

You 4 are in charged of making dinner. Good luck with that. And happy cooking, you guys!

Love,

Master Hand

Pac-Man was the first of the four to read that. His reaction to it wasn't very pleasant.

"AAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhHHHHH!" he screamed as he ran to the game room, grabbed Pikachu and Captain Falcon, dragged them to the kitchen, and barricade the doors.

"You're ruining FALCON'S ears, Pac-Man!" said Falcon as he rubbed his head.

"Pika!" agreed Pikachu.

"Guys!" Pac-Man declared. "We've come across the worst case of luck!"

"You ran out of knee socks? FALCON can lend you some!"

"No, but thank you for the offer."

"Pika, pika pika?"

"No alien abductions yet, my friend. It's much worst! We have to cook lunch. With. Villager." Pac-Man stressed out the words.

"UUUUUUuuuuuuUUUUUUgggggggGGGGGGgggggggHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" Falcon and Pikachu screamed in horror.

"Wait. Why do we fear Villager, Yellow Ball?" asked Falcon. "FALCON finds him as a nice kid."

"He is not, Captain! He's!... He's!..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Heeeere's Johnny!" the kid banging on the door creepily whispered.

"He has found us!" cried Pac-Man.

"Women and children first!"

"PIKA PIKA!"

"We got to buy us some time!" whispered Pac-Man.

"FALCON got this covered,"

He strut over to the door and yelled, "Sears is having a huge ax sale!"

"Oh, boy! I love slashed prices!" Villager whispered (For some reason he says every thing in a whisper. It's pretty creepy. Even during a fire he'll be like, "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" in the voice of a mouse.) "I'll be back, my peasants!"

They listen as they heard the crazy walk down the hall. Once he was gone, they all did a huge sigh of relief. Then Pac-Man yelled "WE HAVE TO MAKE FOOD BEFORE HE COMES BACK!" and they were all panicked again.

"But what?!"

"PIKA PIKA PKIA!"

"Who knows, who cares! Just start throwing stuff together, Spartans!"

And the three got to work.

In one corner, Pikachu was throwing veggies into a pot and hoping for the best. Hey, if it worked in Ratatouille, it can work here!

In the other side of the kitchen, Captain Falcon was making a super-secret cake recipe his grandma taught him. (Here's the recipe: Toss two sticks of butter, a bag of flour, and 7 pounds of sugar in a pan, stir, and then toss in the oven. Ta-da!)

And Pac-Man... Well, he was writing his will. Everything goes to Mrs. Pac-Man, according to it.

After fifteen minutes of that, dinner was ready. It smelled like a 90's dance club, for some weird reason.

"Good job, men!" said Pac-Man. "Now, all we have to do is take this 'food' to the dinning room and let-"

"Hello, my peasants!" came a whisper from the other side of the door. "Guess what? I bought a double sided blade ax! It was half off,"

"THE THING IS BACK!" the three screamed.

"I stopped at a lake on the way back. I caught you a delicious bass. Here, let me show you."

Villager use his new ax to break down the door. By now, the three were horrified.

"FALCON scared! FALCON scared!"

"Pikaaaaaa!"

"Oh, what a world! What a world!"

Finally, Villager got in. With a final scream, "MMMMMMmmmmmOOOOOOOOOOmmmmmMMMMMyyyyyyyYYYYYYYYY!" the three passed out.

"Guys? Guys?" Villager shook each one of them. "Wake up, you guys! You're gonna miss the ax sale!"

He noticed the food and will. "Weird napkins," he whispered as he looked over the will, then tossed it aside. "Oh, well. Better feed the Smashers before they riot again!"

He put the soup, cake, and delicious bass on a cart and began to roll it to the dinning room. "Who's up for raw fish?"

I've noticed that a lot of people portray Villager as a maniac, so I decided to play around with it He doesn't watch the Smashers in their sleep, really! He's just misunderstood. -And a little out of it.

Oh, I also suggest nobody attempts to make any of the recipes mentioned in this fan-fic. Just don't.

Thanks again for reading! Leave a review if you enjoyed this thing! ;D