Master Hand was busy sorting out paperwork by the time Cloud and Olimar ran into his office. The massive gloved hand turned towards them, seemingly annoyed. With a sigh, Master Hand set the paper he was holding on his desk.
"May I help you?"
Cloud was the first to respond. "What's going on? When I woke up this morning, I was this... This short, carrot-person throwing space employee—"
"That was completely uncalled for. Also, the proper name for the 'carrot people', are Pikmin," Olimar scolded, taking offence to Cloud's description of both him and his companions. If Master Hand had a face, he would be giving the two an extremely confused look.

"Excuse me?"

That was all the massive hand could even say at the sudden change in the duo. "Since I'm probably the only one that can speak without insulting anyone in the room, I shall explain," Olimar stated, "The two of us, by reasons unknown, have switched outer appearances. We hope that you shall be able to solve this phenomenon."

This surprised Master Hand, actually.
Manaphy had been taken out of the mansion due to continuous complaints from the residents about its 'Impish' nature. In other words, the Pokémon caused too much trouble.

So why were the two Smashers switched—oh.
Oh wait. There was one that also knew the whereabouts of Manaphy besides him.
Master Hand groaned. If he had a head, he would have gripped it in complete irritation. "I know who did it..."
Both Cloud and Olimar looked intently at Master Hand, each awaiting to know the perpetrator.

"My twin. Crazy Hand. I swear, he's always had something wrong with him..."

Olimar took that in, then shook his head in denial. "Of course... Why didn't I think of him before?" he muttered. Cloud, however, was a bit confused. He had no idea what they were talking about.
"Who is 'Crazy Hand'?" he asked, which made both of them look towards him.

"I understand why you don't know him yet, since you're new. Like I had said before, Crazy Hand is my twin," Master Hand explained, "He has always had something wrong with his mental stability. Always prone to extreme anger, never had any sense of reason, loves seeing the dismay of others from his 'jokes'... In other words, he's my opposite half."

Cloud would have guessed if his name was 'Crazy Hand', but one question remained. "How did he switch our bodies?"
"Knowing him, he took the Pokéball containing Manaphy when we stashed it away. He must have thought that it would be hilarious to switch the most popular Smasher with... Not a crowd favorite one. No offense, Olimar."
"It's fine. Not being selected for battles as much lets me check in with my family more often," Olimar replied to Master Hand.

This made the newest resident wide eyed. "You have a family?"
"Yes. A wife and two kids."

This made fixing the dilemma Cloud's top priority. "We have to return to normal. I can't handle the thought having kids or a wife. Not yet, at least," he stated, trying to keep his cool. Olimar actually pitied him a little, then was overcome with the same desire to return to his former self. He loved his wife as much as he did his son and daughter. Being Cloud Strife would make him unable to visit them normally unless the swordsman could breathe on Hocotate without a helmet. Master Hand could see both Smasher's faces filled with distress. "I will try to find my brother and make him undo this. For now, the both of you must cope with your current bodies," he instructed.

This made Cloud sink even more into depression. What would Tifa think? Would she still accept him even if he was different on the outside? Aerith would definitely be enthusiastic about the carrots—or Pikmin—but what would she think about him in general? There was too much to worry about. Not just for Cloud, but for Olimar as well. "Ah, yes. And I'd like you both to explain to the rest of the inhabitants of your... Situation."

Master Hand's order resulted in Cloud's stress going sky high. He, of all the people in the mansion, had to admit that he was currently Olimar, of all the people in the mansion. Before he could protest, the giant hand pointed towards the door, indicating that he wanted the unfortunate Smashers out. As much as they wanted to stall the inevitable confession, they needed to just suck it up and get it over with.

Since breakfast was in a few minutes, most of the Smashers would already be in the dining hall. This would be the perfect opportunity to announce their switch to practically everyone in the mansion... That is, if they weren't laughed at for such a tale.