The Advent Smash Bros 2008!

by nirvana heart

Christmas is the best time of year. For the Smashers, it means fun, and for Link, it means hibernating. Food fights, debug mode, MarioKart and dinner are just some of the things Link has to endure. But rescuing Mario from the woods is all worth it, right?

13. The Tale Of Mr Jarvis

December 13, 2008 :: 12 days to go!

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The following day, while Link, Pikachu, Mario and Young Link were having supper in the living room, Mario spoke.

"If it's alright with you guys, I'll be going out tomorrow night."

"You mean poaching or something?"

"Pretty much."

"Will it be Jarvis Woods again?"

"It'll always be Jarvis Woods," Mario shrugged. "First, that's where all the game is. And second because I don't like Mr Jarvis one little bit and it's a pleasure to poach his birds."

Mr Jarvis was a brewer of beer and he owned a huge brewery. He was extremely rich and his property stretched for miles. All the land around the Smash Mansion belonged to him, except the Smash Mansion itself. That patch belonged to Master Hand. It was like a little island in the middle of the vast ocean of Mr Jarvis's estate.

Mr Jarvis was a roaring snob and he tried desperately to get in with what he believed were the right people. He gave shooting parties and wore fancy waistcoats. Every day he drove his enormous silver car past the Smash Mansion on his way to the brewery, and sometimes Link would catch a glimpse of the pink inflamed face behind the wheel.

"No, I don't like him at all," Mario sighed. "I haven't forgotten the way he spoke to Young Link last year."

None of the others had forgotten it either. Young Link had been on the pavement playing and eating ice cream, and Mr Jarvis had driven past him very closely, then pulled back.

"Keep your filthy little hands to yourself, understand?" Mr Jarvis said. "Some vermin around this town has been vandalising my car. If it was you, boy--"

"I don't like you speaking to my little brother like that," Link interrupted. "You had no reason to threaten him. He's done nothing wrong."

Mr Jarvis's tiny piggy eyes were staring straight ahead.

"Next time you threaten someone I suggest you pick on a person your own size. Like me, for instance," Mario added. "Now go away, please."

The car drove away in a cloud of dust.

Any person with sense could see why it gave Mario great pleasure to poach Mr Jarvis's pheasants.