I forgot to put this here earlier...but I don't own the ninja.

Mewtwo hovered in front of his computer. His black market had recently surged in activity – several rebels in Eagleland called the Neo Happy Happy Cultists had ordered three tons of blue paint, and Corneria had asked for some Gaia Beams to study.

"Hey, Mewtwo!" Bowser called as he walked in. "How's the business going?"

"Perfectly fine," Mewtwo responded coolly. "I have established a base of operations in every realm now except for Elibe. Apparently a redheaded girl has taken over all black market activity there." Mewtwo growled. "She will, of course, meet a painful death involving chainsaws."

"Hey!" Roy yelled from his computer. "I like Anna! She gave me tips on how to defeat mean people!"

"…Anna, you say?" Mewtwo asked. "A redhead named Anna? That will certainly narrow down my potential targets…"

Roy sweatdropped. "Uh, did I say Anna? I meant…um…Poochy."

Bowser stared at Mewtwo. "You know, you scare me a little bit." He turned around and walked back to the den. Amelia entered a few seconds later.

"Mewtwo," she said, "I have synthesized seven uses of Thermite for use in your rotating fire-ice weapons. Shall I give them to you?"

"Thank you, Amelia," Mewtwo said affectionately. "I will put them to use right away."

"How does a rotating fire-ice weapon work?" Roy asked.

"I doubt your finite mind could understand how a weapon of such magnitude works," Mewtwo said. "The only thing I can say that you will understand is that it can shoot fire and ice together or separately."

"That's really cool!" Roy said, smiling. "I can't wait to try one!"

Mewtwo snorted. "I can only manufacture seven for now. I suppose you can fire one, but don't expect to use it in a fight."

Roy rolled his eyes and walked out.

"I'm so glad you picked this restaurant, Ganondorf," Samus said with a smile.

"Well, I know you like chicken…" Ganondorf said, "so I figured KFC would be a good choice." He grinned. "What do you want?"

"Let's see," Samus said. She looked at the menu for something good. "Did Marth tell you that Peach and I are going to Tallon IV tomorrow?"

Ganondorf nodded. "Yeah, I heard. Did you get her a spacesuit or anything?"

Samus laughed. "Yes. It's pink, just like she likes it." She leaned back and yawned, then leaned across the table. "She told me that she wants to pick some herbs that grow there. I just wish my scanner would pick up food items…"

Ganondorf nodded. "Maybe you can get one of us to reprogram it for you. You know, Young Link or Fox or somebody."

"Yeah, maybe. I just don't want it to -"

Her words were cut short as a throwing knife dug into her arm. She cried out in pain and quickly ducked under the booth. Ganondorf stood up and faced the assailant, a man in a red ninja suit. He threw a flash bomb on the ground and disappeared.

"Is she going to be okay?" Ganondorf asked for the seventeenth time.

Dr. Mario let out a very long sigh. "Yes, Ganondorf, she'll be perfectly healthy in a few days. Just let me work, okay?"

"It's not even that deep," Luigi said. "I'm sure she's seen worse injuries in her travels."

"Will she be able to fly me to Tallon IV tomorrow?" Peach asked. Dr. Mario shook his head and shined a flashlight in the bounty huntress' eyes.

"I'm afraid she'll be confined to bed for the next few days," Dr. Mario said. "She's got to rest up and let those nerves heal."

Samus grunted. "That's ridiculous. I'm not staying in bed that long!" She tried to sit up and immediately fell off the bed.

"Look, Samus," Dr. Mario said, rolling his eyes and helping her back up. "If you don't rest, your arm won't heal correctly and you'll never be able to use it again. Doesn't that make a few days of lying in bed sound good?"

Ganondorf wrung his hands. "I'll stay with you the whole time!" he insisted. "I'll even read to you and change the channel on the TV and -"

"Would anyone like to tell me how I'm going to get some gungantzel if I can't even get to the stupid planet?" Peach demanded.

Captain Falcon suddenly appeared, holding hisfists at hisstomach and generally making an idiot of himself. "I can take you, Your Hotness!" he yelled, giving what was probably supposed to be a winning smile.

Peach sighed. "Okay, fine. But you have to promise that you'll make me a picnic lunch, okay?"

Captain Falcon leaped into the air and punched the ceiling. "YES! I got a date!" He ran out of the room and made odd monkey-like sounds.

Zelda sat in her room, meditating. She was trying to read into Master Hand's past to see if he had dealt with anyone suspicious, but all she could learn was that he had an immense fear of pumpkins.

She sighed. "This is the most boring thing I've ever had to do…" she said.

You want me to WHAT?" Falco screeched at the blue-haired swordsman.

"I want you to fly an Arwing into Master Hand's penthouse, Marth said calmly. "I need it as a diversion so that we can sneak onto the third floor."

"Do you know how look it takes to build an Arwing?" Falco yelled. "And we only have the spare one now, since Kirby blew mine up in the last idiotic contest and Young Link disassembled Fox's!"

Marth closed his eyes. "Look, how else do you want to do this?" he asked. "There's nothing else we have that can make that kind of blast!"

Falco narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yes there is."

"And what would that be?" Marth asked.

"Multi Bottle Rockets."

"You want me to WHAT?" Mewtwo shouted at Marth.

"I need you to get a bunch of Multi Bottle Rockets so we can cause an explosion in Master hand's penthouse," Marth explained.

"You think those are cheap?" Mewtwo ranted. "Those cost more money than you've even heard of, and I don't have the resources to make them myself!"

Marth raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?" He gestured toward Amelia, who was regenerating nearby.

Mewtwo growled. "…Okay. But just this once."

Marth grinned and walked out of the room.

Captain Falcon looked at Peach from the pilot's seat. "Ready to get this started?" he asked.

"Uh-huh…" she replied as she studied Captain Falcon's picnic lunch. It consisted of two apples, a chocolate malt, and seven bottles of champagne. She shook her head. Was this really worth it?

"Let's go, Falcon," she muttered.

Marth walked into Samus' bedroom. She was watching TV from her bed, and Ganondorf was sitting at the desk, reading a spellcrafting manual.

"Hey, guys," Marth said. "I just wanted to stop by and see how you were."

"I'm all right, I guess," Samus answered. "Being stuck in bed sucks, but I can live with it."

Marth nodded. "That' good. Listen…do you remember anything about the assailant?"

Samus shook her head. "Did you see him, Ganondorf?"

Ganondorf looked up. "He was wearing red ninja garb," he said. "That's about all I saw of him."

Marth raised his eyebrows. "A ninja? Why are ninjas attacking us for no apparent reason?"

"I don't know," Samus said. "I just want to find him and introduce him to my Wavebuster." She yawned and turned back to the TV.

"If you ask me, he was sent by Master Hand to stop us from getting that plant thing Peach wants so bad," Ganondorf said. "That's just like him, you know?"

Marth frowned. "Let's hope not," he said as he walked out of the room.

Well, that's the end of this chapter. This story is going to be LONG…

Well, my wrists are starting to hurt, so…bye!