December 7, 2008 :: 18 days to go!

(This one is based off the Summer Holiday episode of The Young Ones.)

Link and Mario were sitting outside. It was snowing, and they wanted to make the most of the weather. It was only around 10 in the morning, and yet Sonic had sped off to get a KFC. Knowing Sonic, he probably got a McDonalds and Burger King while he was at it.

"Mario?"

"Don't broadcast the handle, Link. My own safety means nothing, but the innocent must be protected."

Link stared. "Uh...right....eh, Sally?"

Mario looked back at his magazine. "Yes?"

"Pikachu asked me if ants went to discos."

"Link," Mario sighed. "It is proved that ants are highly intelligent, with a well-ordered society. The last thing they'd go to would be discos."

"Then why is that one wearing a silver boob tube then?"

"Simple, Link. You're talking crap."

They didn't speak for a few minutes, Link admiring the snowy landscape. It looked like someone had lain a large white blanket over everything, and Link didn't want to ruin the flawless snow by running around on it, like Luigi and Peach were doing now.

"Smassshing's out! Forever!" Sonic sang, running around the front garden with a burger and bottle of Coke in his hands. "Do whatever you want! We're on holiday! Master Hand said 'cause of the snow, we didn't have to fight!"

"Is that all the excitement?" Mario shrugged.

"That's right, Mario," Sonic smirked. "Master Hand said that if you didn't turn up again next year then he and Crazy Hand will have to seriously reconsider your grant."

"You can tell Master Hand that I've still got the photographs of him and Crazy Hand!"

Nobody said anything, until Sonic finished his burger and Coke and grinned at the figure appearing in the doorway.

"Oh, great, here comes Pit!"

Pit looked solemn and annoyed. "The last exam was awful. I sat in the room and put my Polos on the desk, and my spare pencil and my support gonk, and my chewing gum, and my extra pen, and my extra Polos and my lucky gonk, and my pencil sharpener shaped like a cream cracker, three more gonks with a packet of Polos in each, a lead for my retractable pencil, and my retractable pencil, and a spare lead for my retractable pencil, and chewing gum, and pencils and pens are more gonks, and Master Hand said, 'Stop writing, please'!"

Mario, Sonic and Link looked blank.

"You really must tell us that story again sometime."