A/N: Oh yeah! I'm pumped! I'm going to try and get lots of typing done before my sugar crash. This is a good one. I encourage you to read it.

"Mweeheehee!" Kirby laughed his evil laugh.

"Lucas, you are SO dead!" His eyes blazed with madness as he placed a bowling ball on top of a ladder positioned by the door to his bedroom. He slid down the ladder, trying hard not to spaz out with his excitement. "Alright!" He clapped his hands together, a twisted sense of accomplishment overwhelming his emotions. Mister Fudge padded into the room and sat next to his owner, purring with delight. Well... trying to purr with delight. It really just sounded like someone sucking a large amount of snot back up their nose while operating a jackhammer.

"Why, hello there Mister Fudge! Would you like to hear my plan for THE COMPLETE AND UTTER DESTRUCTION OF LUCAS?"

Mister Fudge coughed up a slimy bottle cap.

"Okay! My plan happens to be called: THE COMPLETE AND UTTER DESTRUCTION OF LUCAS! Catchy, no?" Kirby winked.

The cat fell on it's side, drooling profusely.

"Yep. You see, he's going to walk in, which will activate the door device. And... do you see the heavy object in the shape of a sphere? Well, because of the laws of physics, it will fall off of the doorway, gaining velocity, and finally delivering a devastating blow to an unsuspecting Lucas right on the cranium! Then, rendering him as an icy corpse. I will give him a respectful burial... in the gutter. I'm so smart!"

Mister Fudge had fallen asleep, still drooling.

"Awh..." Kirby's eyes grew wide and sparkly. "I love you Mister Fudge!" He suddenly reached for his cat, and squeezed him tightly. Mister Fudge coughed up more bizarre things and wriggled away from Kirby's hold, strolling out the door to lick himself clean.

"Alright then..." Kirby called after his cat. "You just go on, be cool!"

"Okay! Back to my plan!"

Kirby wedged himself between the wall and a bookshelf, making sure to hide himself well. Once comfortable, he cleared his throat, and shouted at the top of his little lungs. "LUCAAAAAS! I HAVE A COOLIO SURPRIIISE FOR YEW!"

Kirby snickered. It was only a matter of time now.

"Okay!" He heard Lucas call back.

Far off footsteps were heard.

Kirby became still.

The stairs were being climbed.

Kirby took a sharp breath in.

There was running in the hallway.

He closed his eyes, hoping that his insanely stupid plan worked.

The door creaked open, slowly at first, but then it received a little push. "HAHAHAH!" Kirby laughed aloud, expecting to catch sight of Lucas being suddenly crushed to a pulp with a bowling ball. Instead, there was Mister Fudge, staring at him curiously in the doorway. "Uh..oh.." The bowling ball tipped over, and plummeted towards the innocent deformity of a cat. "Mist--!" Kirby's cry was interrupted. The bowling ball made impact... with the ground, missing the cat by inches.

"Whew..." Kirby wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Hey, Fudge... that was a close--"

BOOM

Without warning, Mister Fudge exploded into a shower of amazing sparks. The force of the explosion made Kirby fly back and hit the wall. The sparks continued to fly, and Kirby watched, devastated at the sudden demise of his cat, yet amused by the pretty colors. But after a few minutes, the sparks stopped, and Kirby was snapped back to the sheer horror of it all. "FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDGGGGGEEEEEEE!" He cried, but his cat was no more than a burnt carcass sprawled on the floor. Kirby rushed up to his cat, ignoring the hot embers on the ground.

He held his cat close. "WHY WHY WHY WHY?! WHHHHYYYY--Ow! Oh my God that is hot!" He dropped Mister Fudge, shaking his burning hands in pain.

Captain Falcon's voice broke through the agony. "Hey? It someone barbecuing? Smells GOOD!"

Now over his grief, Kirby began to panic. His thoughts raced.

"Oh crap! They're all gonna wanna know what happened! Then they'll question me until I crack! ARRRG! They'll kick me out of Smash Brothers if they know I attempted to kill another smasher! (Ironic, huh?)" His eyes darted around the room wildly, resting on the window. "That's it!" He called aloud. Kirby quickly gathered his cat's remain in a sack he randomly picked up. "FOR NARNIA!" He screeched as he opened the window and flung himself out heroically.

Meanwhile...

Pit was on the front lawn of Smash Mansion, answering multiple questions asked from television reporters who were interested in knowing more about the angel from a game hardly anyone has played.

"So..." A short woman with light brown hair shoved the microphone in Pit's face. "Pit? May I call you Pit? Or Kid Icarus?"

"Pit please.." He answered politely.

The woman smiled, showing off her perfectly straight teeth. "So polite! Okay Pit! The fans are dying to know..." She stopped and drew a card from a basket her assistant was holding. "Ahem..." She began to read off of the card. "What is your bra size?"

Pit raised his eyebrows.

"Oh..." The TV reporter tossed the card away and apologized as she drew another one. "What is your favorite color?" She gazed up at him, curious. Pit smiled back. "Well... white. You see... It's so pure and holy and beau--"

"FOR NARNIA!" A cry shot through the air, making all of the newspeople (And Pit) look up. From the highest floor of the mansion, two items were falling, they didn't really differ in size, but rather in shape and color. One was pink and round, and the other was tan and lumpy. The pink object seemed to be screaming for his mommy, and both objects appeared to be growing larger. "Oh... No..." Pit groaned, slapping his forehead.

"Look out below! Kirby screamed, but Pit didn't bother, he knew what was coming.

WHAM

Kirby reached the ground, and Pit cushioned his suicidal fall. "Thanks dude!" Kirby shot off. He was anxious to get away from the newspeople. But there was another reason as well...

Pit shakily rose to meet the faces of the bewildered newspeople. "Hey guys, sorry abo--" Pit stopped, shot up, and sniffed. "Ew."

"OHMAHGAWD! FARTS!" He held his face in his hands.

The newscaster blinked twice and turned back to the camera. "Ladies and gentlemen," She began darkly. "Pit, my hero, has just cut a SICK fart in front of the public. I am truly ashamed... Hide your children's faces... this is a hero gone STANKY."

"Wait! I didn't--"

"BACK! You sicko-fart-guy!"

The newspeople left with their noses plugged, and Pit was left alone once more.

A/N: Yeah. This one has my mark. )