DT: Woah! I haven't worked on this in a LONG time! But one thing you ALL should know, is that a good detective NEVER drops a case!

Roy: And I take it you're not one of those good detectives

DT: Shut up Roy

Marth: Honestly, Roy, do you WANT to go to jail or not?!

Roy: Doesn't matter. I'm going to jail anyway...

DT: Oh what? You don't trust me?

Roy: Not so far as the eye can see...

Marth: ROY!!

Roy: What? All I said was--

Marth: I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID!! I just want you to SHUT UP!!

Roy: Tch! Whatever

Dt: (Feelings are hurt) now on with the story...

2. Trouble at the Punch Bowl

Roy walked over to the juice stand and noticed Kirby struggling to reach the ladle in the punch bowl over the table. Roy snickered a little before going over, picking him up, and setting him atop the table. Unfortunately, that was the worst thing Roy could have done, because the minute Kirby's feet touched the table, he immediately started sucking up everything in his mouth. The puch bowl, the snack stand, the fruit salad-- EVERYTHING!! Roy laughed at this, as only the phenom can. Kirby looked at him innocently.

"What did I do?" he asked timidly.

"Nothing nothing." replied Roy, still chuckling, "Although, I suggest you leave the area immediately before--"

"EYO! Where's the food, man?!" shouted a voice from afar.

Roy turned around and noticed who it was.

Captain Falcon.

Roy couldn't help but smile heinously at him too.

"Oh, how are you today, Mr. 'C.F.'?" he chuckled.

Captain Falcon gave him an unfriendly look before saying, "It's a'ight. Watchoo want, foo'?"

"So you're the guy who's decided to degrade Mario into the already worthless bug that he is!"

"Eh, man, don't be talkin' 'bout my boy like that, or I'll--"

"Or you'll what? Land face-flat in the ground like you did in the tournament earlier? I think we all know who the better fighter is."

"Well it sure wasn't your mother in bed."

"WHAT THE F (BLEEP) DID YOU SAY?!?!?!"

"It shouldn't concern you, Oh High and Mighty Phenom!"

Roy shook a sturdy fist at Captain Falcon as he walked away laughing to himself.

"Just you wait, Flava Flav wannabe," Roy murmured to himself, "You'll be the first to go once I get my hands on those plans!"

"What's wrong, Roy?" asked Kirby with great concern (DT: Note-He's still on the table)

"Oh nothing," replied Roy, "It's just that all of these people are so jealous of me being the Phenom. Remember when Mario was Phenom last year? Everybody loved him!"

"Well, wasn't it because of the fact that Mario was nice to everybody and wasn't intentionally trying to win?"

"That sucky rap artist was planning to win from the very beginning!!" Roy snapped back.

"Well, don't feel bad, Roy. You'll still be the most awesomest Phenom to me!" Kirby smiled

(DT: Aww...)

Roy suddenly gave Kirby a much nicer smile. It was all ruined when Marth made his way over to the (now) non-existent juice stand.

"Oh puh-lease, Kirby!" he groaned, "Everybody knows that you were the most easily-defeated character out of us all! And Roy, didn't I tell you to get me a snowcone?!"

"Uhh... well...uhh.. Kirby ate it!"

Kirby gave a sad look. "No I didn't! I just ate up all the punch!!"

"You can't lie your way out of this one, Kirby!" replied Roy, "Remember Peach's birthday party?"

"Hey! I was hungry!"

"IT WAS A SIX-FOOT HIGH CAKE, KIRBY!!"

"I didn't know anyone was gonna eat it!"

Suddenly, Kirby burst into tears, trembling and shaking. Then Marth stepped in.

"Uhh...Roy..." he said, "That's okay, I got myself a snowcone earlier today."

"THEN WHY DID YOU SEND ME TO GET ONE?!"

"I just like mesin' with you!"

Roy scoffed and left the area to go bother someone else. Kirby stood at the table, trying to steal Marth's snowcone from his hand. After several failed attempts, Kirby began crying again. From afar, Roy looked back at the two and saw Marth bend down and pat him on the head. He began to hand Kirby his snowcone, but then snatched it right back from him, making Kirby cry even more.
Roy smirked at Marth.

"What a jerk," he said, still smiling, "I trained you well, hehehe..."

DT: WOW, Roy, you were an ASSHOLE!

Roy: Survival fo the fittest, detective.

DT: Well, I'm not sure if I can help you now, seeing as how you're such a jerk!

Roy: OH NO, PLEASE DON'T GO! I NEED you to clear my name!!

DT: Only if you grovel at my feet

(Roy slowly goes over to DetectiveTective's shoes and kisses them, begging for her to stay)

(Marth comes over to DetectiveTective)

Marth: I trained you well, Detective. Hehehe...