There is a loud ruckus as the fighters make it back to their rooms. Several discuss how they would have handled the fight, or pinpoint weaknesses that they can exploit in the future. On the other hand, Bowser tromps down the hall, scowling and mumbling something to Ganondorf.
"You'll have to speak up, you oaf, I can barely hear you," Ganon whispers.
"I said the kid's good. He'll definitely be a threat to our plan," Bowser responds, still holding his grimace. "Do you think you could handle him?"
"Of course I can handle him."
"Do you not think I can handle him?"
The two tanks slowly turn to see who this mysterious third voice was. Grey fur, eye gear, large coat.
"The name's Wolf. Wolf O'Donnell."
"Charmed," Ganondorf replies, uninterested.
Bowser turns into his room, and Ganon follows him. He goes to close the door behind him, but Wolf's claws dig into the wood and he forces himself in.
Obviously annoyed by the persistent mammal, Bowser pries, "Look, buddy, whatever you want, we don't got."
Wolf is taken aback by Bowser's comment. He follows him to the kitchen area as Bowser prepares himself some coffee, gabbing on about how able he is. During this useless bout, Ganondorf retires to his room.
GANONDORF – Wake and Headache
"He's gonna die. One way or another. I'm gonna kill him."
"What else do we got in here?" An excited King DeDeDe yells out from the fridge. He and Donkey Kong had already devoured half of the food provided by the people who worked on the show, but they still wanted more.
"Can't we just make a run to Mack's Shack? They got that new Kawai-abetic Nightmare Pizza." Donkey Kong asks from the couch, remote in hand, his large fingers unable to pinpoint the buttons he wants to hit.
DeDeDe's face lights up as it peeks out from inside the fridge. "Sounds like a plan to me!"
As the two prepare to stuff their face with even more food, Kirby walks out of his room searching for something.
"Yo, Kirbs," DK calls while adjusting his tie in the living room mirror, "me and DeDeDe are gonna make a run to Mack's Shack and pick us up a couple pizzas. You wanna come with?"
"Do all you guys do is eat?" Kirby asks, checking under the couch for whatever he is looking for.
King DeDeDe hops down the short flight of stairs over to Kirby, letting out a slight chortle. "Of course all we do is eat! How else do we maintain our perfect shape?"
"You do make a perfect sphere, Triple-D," Kirby jokes in a strained voice.
"Comin' from the gumball here..." King DeDeDe notices Kirby's struggle as he frantically feels under the couch. "What'cha lookin' for there, Kirby?"
"My Star Rod. I was, uh...using it...out here, and I can't – COME ON – I can't seem to find it anywhere," Kirby responds between fits of aggravation.
"Well, I hope ya find it. Me and Deek's gotta scootch. Catch ya on the flip," King DeDeDe says, walking up the opposite flight of stairs towards the door.
"You know that means you'll see me when I'm dead, right?" Kirby explains. However, the two oafs were already out the door.
Kirby sits up and sighs, exhausted from the search. He had torn the entire room apart trying to find his most prized possession, and he still couldn't find it anywhere. There was no way it could have just up and gone.
Interrupting his thoughts was a couple of light taps on the door. Thankful for a break, Kirby went to answer it.
"Hey, is Sheik here?" Pit asked, looking down at the pink puffball.
"Yeah, he's in the bathroom right now, come on in," Kirby replied, jumping up for the knob to widen the door for him. Pit timidly walked over to the sofa and sat down, hands clasped together.
"So, what'd you think of that fight?" Kirby asked, then puffed up over Pit and into the kitchen. When he landed, he exhaled a large breath and asked Pit if he would like anything.
"Spritzer, if you have any. And, I was just here to commend Sheik on his strength. It was...very...impressive," Pit responded. That isn't the only reason why he was here, though.
"Well, he didn't seem too thrilled about it," Kirby stated, pouring a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge into a glass. After fixing himself a drink, Kirby walked over to the couch and continued his dialogue, "He just ran in the bathroom right after the fight, and hasn't come out since. It's been thirty freakin' minutes, ya know?"
Pit took a sip from his drink as he digested all the information. "Maybe he doesn't enjoy fighting," He suggested, trying to defend him.
"Or maybe he just had one too many chili dogs," Kirby jested, giving a little bit of a chuckle to himself as he hopped up from the couch. "I'm gonna skedaddle. I''ve been on the lookout for a, uh...belonging of mine, and I need to make sure I didn't leave it out in the hall or anything," Kirby said, rising from the couch and heading towards the door.
Before Pit could say anything else, Kirby closed the door behind him. So, he just sat in silence, taking small sips from his drink, waiting for Sheik to emerge from the bathroom.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Zelda was in a panic. She didn't know whether or not the boy had left with the puffball or not. Sheik's clothes were balled up in her hands, and she sat on the toilet lid remaining totally still. Easy breaths, peace, thoughts of the ocean waves calmed her heartbeat as she tried to relax.
"Hey..."
Shit, Zelda thought, as her stillness was interrupted by the boy's voice at the door. She had no clue what to do, what to say.
"Look, I know you're uh, very...uh...vulnerable right now, but, uh, I just, uh...I, uh...You looked nice out there. Wait. Wait, no, I mean, not like that, I mean you fought well, and, I mean, you looked nice while you were fighting, too, and-"
"Thank you," Pit's voice was cut off by the sound of Sheik's coming from the other side of the door, "I'm flattered."
"And I was wondering, if, uh, you weren't doing anything after this afternoon's fight, if you would, uh...uh...uh..."
Was he asking her out? Or...him? Zelda's mind raced, thinking about the boy and his sheepish attitude in the hall not too long ago today.
"Coffee?" Sheik asked, cutting Pit off again from his stammering. Anything to get her out of this bathroom.
"I, uh...sure! Yeah. Yeah that sounds wonderful," Pit replied, giddiness echoing in his voice. "So, I'll pick you up around-"
"Six. We should get back before the final fight at eight tonight," Sheik interrupted for a third time, knowing of the boy's ignorance. She just wanted the kid to leave.
"Yeah," Pit responded, "yeah, I'll see you then, that's great."
After a few footsteps and the door close, Zelda finally emerged from the bathroom. She stuffed her costume down her shirt and headed for the door, thankful to finally leave that hellhole.
ZELDA – Trapped in the Closet
"What do you mean the cameras saw Sheik go in the bathroom and me leave it? Sheik was never in there in the first place. It was all me. All me."
At room number 1, Zelda opened the door to discover Peach, Snake, Ike, and Samus, all on the couch together. Even though she was shocked to see Snake and Samus breathing the same air, she was more focused on getting to her room.
"Your boobs look great in that dress, Zelda," said Snake, admiring the rest of her body as she walked. Zelda didn't care. It was satisfying to get complimented for being a cute guy and a hot girl in the same day.