Author's Notes: Last chapter definitely got some cheer :D

But now, the reference. Like I said, it was rather subtle. But here it is, Fifth Gen's lil' titbit: "Shining Beauty" as when describing the snow in Chapter 2. Sorry, Dark-Dullahan.

Shining Beauty is what Kamitsure is referred as in the Fifth Generation, and the only person to get that reference is an old friend of mine, known to the Fanfic World and to SSBB One-shots as Fox-pilot (Hopefully less disturbed then Fox himself). Well done, you :) Fox-pilot gets his free request, but the rest of you get this chapter! :D

Enjoy, as today, Bowser and Wario prepare for Santa's coming.

The joyous atmosphere around the Mansion was as tangible as a brick wall; Joy and cheer ran through the air, as the younger Smasher's played and ran in the snow, whipping up flurries of solidified water as they threw snowballs, built snowmen and snow-forts and made snow-angels. Some had taken to ice-skating along the frozen lake, or fishing in the thick hole in the middle of it, where something appeared to have smashed its way out of a frozen prison.

The adult Smasher's were also in good moods. There was a therapeutic peace in hanging up the last of the bright decorations all around the Mansion, as Mario strung baubles and holly around the massive chandeliers of the Mansion, Lucario wrapping wreaths of holly around every doorknob as he whistled to himself and Zelda sprinkling tinges of snow on the tables and desks for a good Christmas look, while others admired the great Christmas tree, watching Jigglypuff puff up and place a star on top, as Samus snuggled in front of the fire, snoozing peacefully with a napping Pikachu in her arms. Peach, Marth and Fox had gone out shopping, and Meta Knight was polishing the Halberd with the help of R.O.B and Red.

There was a content and happy air within the home of the Brawl Tournament's competitors, and everyone was looking forward the joyous occasion of Christmas, the birth of Christ and a time of giving and happiness, and it was truly a wonderful holiday.

But two Smasher's had darker plans in mind for the holiday. Or rather, the being that represented it.

In the darkened confines of the basement, a large turtle-like creature stomped around the room, shoving boxes aside as his comrade, a fat man with a spiky moustache, biker clothes and a yellow hat with goggles lit the room with a single torch, also searching for the box that held their plans. But now, the former creature, known to this World as Bowser, spoke grumpily to the latter, Wario, his voice hissing with frustration and sparks of fire:

"Damn it all. Where is our box? We need it now if we are to prepare for Christmas."

"I know." Wario replied sulkily as he shoved a box marked: "Property of Fox McCloud. Falco, if you touch this box, I'm gonna murder your face." Out of his way. "I'm looking, but I can't see it. Everything got mixed up when Pit dumped those crates on Lucario and Snake."

"Damn those guys. But rest assured, Wario; This year, we WILL have Santa Claus!" Bowser snarled as he shoved another box out of the way of his search

"Yes!" Wario replied enthusiastically, sneering cruelly as Bowser smiled maliciously: "This year, we'll catch that fat prick, and we'll show the World why he can't be trusted!"

"Yes..." Bowser sneered, as dark music suddenly filled the room, creepy and low, as the draconic beast began to sing:

"To most people here, the time of Santa's coming is viewed with joy and glee. They believe him a kindly saint, fair and just. However, I'm afraid I must disagree."

"We know the truth, Bowser and I, about this conniving evil fat guy!" Wario sang, leaping onto a crate and holding his torch like a microphone as Bowser nodded in agreement to the lyrics. "Everything said about this Claus is a lie! He's not good, he's as evil as lemon pie! We know the truth, and we'll expose him like we did to Ruth!"

"And the best way to net this creepy man-" Bowser sang, joining Wario on the crate as they slung their arms over each other's shoulders, and the biker added: "-Who watches kids from his van!-" And then the singing became simultaneous, the music becoming louder and more intense:

"-Is to trap him in a box, setting fire to it like we did to Fox! To snare him in a trap, and forcing him to eat crap! On this Christmas Eve, our plans will come to pass, as we snag that evil demon like a snake in the grass!"

Bowser leapt from the crate and shoved some more boxes out of his way, singing: "Santa Claus is said to be the jolly old Nick, a kindly fellow who'd help an insect of stick. He gives us all presents and gifts, and to some special people, even free lifts."

"But he is not what they say he is!" Wario added, as the music darkened deeply. "He's the Devil in red and white, flying in a whizz! He enslaves poor little elves and deer, forcing them to work and slave as Christmas comes near! He never gives us what we really want, only to fly past us and make a rude taunt! Santa Claus is no good, and me and Bowser will boil him like wood!"

"We won't fall for his evil tricks-" Bowser sang, triumphantly finding the right box at last, which was labelled: 'Convenient Evil Plot Device. Property of Bowser and Wario' and pulling it into the open, before opening the lid and eagerly pulling out a deadly-sharp bear trap. "-Not when we have our own traps to pick. From blades to wire, to burning him on a pyre, we'll catch that big red man, and we'll scrap him like a rusty old van!"

Wario gleefully whipped out gas bombs and a rocket launcher from the box as he sang his part: "This year, we'll wait and hide, and when his duty calls him to the Mansion inside, we'll ambush him, me and you, and we'll burn him up like a stupid old ewe!"

"We know the truth, Bowser/Wario and I!-" The duo sang maniacally as they continued pulling out weapons, traps and gummy bears from their evil box, the torch shining an ominous light on them, casting evil shadows as the unknown music got even more dark and intense: "-About this conniving evil fat guy! Everything said about this Claus is a lie! He's not good, he's as evil as lemon pie! We know the truth, and we'll expose him like we did to Ruth!"

"And when he descends the chimney, sack in tow-" Bowser hissed as they reached the bottom of their nefarious box.

"-We'll be waiting, two hawks swooping low-" Wario sneered, gazing at the final thing in their box with awe: "And we have our weapons, like throwing him to a shark-"

"-And setting explosives on the roof, so his sleight can't park!-" Bowser sneered.

And for the final line, both of them sang: "And for this Christmas, our secret weapon, a tool most cruel that loves to rend, will have at Santa Claus, and we'll destroy him at last, as he-

-Meets... His... END! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

And the sound of evil laughter rang throughout the basement, cruel and malicious, the evil plan of two Smasher's for Christmas' own jolly Saint Nick... Until Wario farted and the two had to quickly evacuate to the fresh air of the snowy outside.

Author's Notes: Oh dear, this won't end well 0_0 I hope someone can stop their murderous plot.

I'm not too sure why these two hate Santa so much, but we'll find out soon. And don't ask about that Ruth person. She never existed... or did she?

Well, hope you liked this song I made up all by myself! :D