I don't really have much to say about this chapter (cough filler cough). But I mean, come on, everyone has to get groceries, right?

Chapter Four: Ice Cream and Codes

The six champions glanced around at each other, each knowing what they had to do to obtain their friends. It had been reported that Pit had gone missing early this morning, too, so they knew that the abductions weren't going to stop.

"How are we going to get the Master Smash Ball? It's not like Master Hand keeps it where we can get our hands on it all of the time," Link said.

"Well, he has a vault, in case of emergencies; it might say where it is in there. The only problem is that we don't know the code for the vault." Roy sighed.

"Not necessarily! I might know the code; Master Hand stored a few of his memories in me just in case something like this happened. He knows that my mind's hard to get into, but maybe Lucario can get it for us." Samus leaned against the table. "He's psychic. He can probably pry apart minds if he feels like it."

"Let's visit him to find out." Marth glanced at Peach, Zelda, Link, and Roy. "We're running low on food and supplies here, so you four go to the store. Samus and I can take care of anything that goes wrong here. Here's a list with the stuff you need to buy. Don't kill yourselves." Roy pouted.

Lucario's Room

The room was dark and mysterious, with dark blue walls, crystal balls, and a stack of psychic magazines on the bed.

"You want me to look through your memories and find a specific one? That will be . . . difficult." Lucario stared at Samus for a long time. "It will be difficult, but possible."

"I'll do it."

"What's in it for me?"

"How about I buy you a year's subscription to Psychic's Digest?"

"Hmm . . . deal." Lucario shook hands with the green-eyed blonde.

Lucario turned around and breathed in deeply. "I will have to sort through all of your memories. Are you sure that you are okay with this choice?"

"Yes. Please do it."

"Okay." Lucario turned back around, his paws glowing with his aura. He placed one paw over her left arm, surrounding it in purple light. "This might hurt, bringing up all of these memories." Samus nodded. She had a feeling it would. Marth stood at her side, looking straight forward.

"I'm beginning."

Grocery Store

"'Hmmm . . . The list says that we need . . .

-Lots and lots of soda! We run out easily.

-More things to make pizza out of. This includes: dough, pizza sauce, and cheese.

-5 tubs of ice cream. They like the chocolate kinds. Just pick some out.

-More popcorn.

-Cereal- Super Fluffy Sugar Coated Puff Puffs, Whole Wheat Good4Life, oatmeal, Burrito Flavored Chocolate Puffs, Villain yum-O's, and Ooey Gooey Smack Yums.

-Hamburger meat

-Pasta

-Potato chips

-A container of cream cheese

-seedless raspberry preserves

-lemon juice

-sweetened condensed milk

-eggs (get lots of containers)

-And anything else you can think of."

The Smashers looked around at each other nervously.

"This'll take a while to get."

"Why do you think that Marth wanted to stay with Samus? And for such a long time?"

"No, it's not for that reason. He just thinks it's reasonable. Who knows?"

Roy grabbed a shopping cart and motioned for the other Smashers to follow him. "Let's get this stuff." (A/N: Chariots of Fire theme! Go go red ranger!)

Marth watched Samus cautiously as she closed her eyes shut tightly and fell limp into Marth's chest. He sighed and held her up, making sure to keep a distance between them. Lucario nodded his thanks and narrowed his eyes, concentrating.

"Why did she pass out?" Marth wondered aloud.

"Having your brain hacked into takes a lot of strength. It's only natural." Lucario answered his question. "She's a hard one to break . . . Probably doesn't want me reading her memories, but she said Psychic's Digest, so I have to do my part. This is going to hurt, Samus." Lucario warned the girl who probably couldn't hear him anyway.

She couldn't hear, but she could scream.

The first aisle was long and full of all different kinds of cereal; healthy, junk food, sugar coated, squares, puffs, fruit-filled, weight loss, and flakes. Roy picked up boxes of Super Fluffy Sugar Coated Puff Puffs, Whole Wheat Good4Life, oatmeal, Burrito Flavored Chocolate Puffs, Villain yum-O's, and Ooey Gooey Smack Yums, tossing them into the cart as they continued down the aisle.

"Hmm . . . now let's get the . . . pizza ingredients. They should be down this next aisle."

As the four continued to gather food products, they each thought about where the vault could be. Some had a feeling that it was in the attic, some thought it was hidden somewhere no one would ever guess, and some thought it might not even be in the mansion, but every one of them knew one thing; they had to get that Smash Ball.

Samus' scream wasn't high pitched and girly, but more like a yell. Marth covered her mouth and stared wide-eyed at Lucario. "W-what did you do to her?!"

Lucario looked up at Marth. "Forced my way into her brain. She actually handled that quite well." Thunder cackled overhead. "Oh, look, it's raining again."

"But she yelled!"

"I know that she yelled."

"Just hurry up. I can't stand much more of this whole thing, and I want it done as soon as possible."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Augh. We finally finished picking up everything. Let's go get something to eat now. Put the ice cream in the cooler so it won't melt." Link sighed and pulled out his umbrella, watching as Roy loaded the large van with groceries. Roy walked back once he was finished, opening his bright scarlet umbrella.

The heroes walked down the sidewalk silently. The roads were slick and wet, and the normally cheerful residents were inside, probably enjoying some kind of tea and not even thinking about the kind of work that the weird looking humans were doing out in this kind of weather.

Finally, the Smashers came to a restaurant that looked promising. It was small and cozy, with a little fire place in the right side of it. A cute looking waiter greeted them and showed them to a booth.

"Hey, my name's Greg, welcome! Can I get you something to drink or an appetizer?"

He looked at Peach expectantly, holding his notebook and pen. "Um, I'll have water with lemon."

"Same here, just no lemon."

"Uh, same as her." Link gestured to Zelda.

"I want . . . ROOT BEER!"

"No you don't!—" Thwack! "—He's getting water, too."

Roy rubbed the place where Peach hit him with Mr. Torture, grumbling as the waiter walked off, who was glancing over his shoulder, frightened, at Peach.

"What was that for?!"

"Root beer makes you hyper, and the last thing we need is a hyperactive Roy running around!"

"Harrumph. Fine then."

"I'm almost done. Just wait a little longer."

"Okay then. She's getting heavy, though."

When Greg returned with their drinks, they were all ready to order.

"I'll have the house salad with French dressing." Peach smiled sweetly at the waiter.

"We're sharing the shrimp Alfredo."

"I want the steak with mushrooms."

"How would you like that done, sir?"

"Medium-rare." Roy glanced up at Greg.

The waiter left,

and the Smashers began to discuss important matters.

"I wonder what Marth and Samus are doing . . ." Peach rested her head in her hands.

"Who knows? It's obvious that they are having Samus' mind sorted through."

"That's probably all. Unless they've finished, and if they have, then Marth's probably taking a shower and Samus is probably working out.

The waiter arrived with their meals. They ate quickly and silently, thanked Greg, paid, and left.

"I'm finally done." Lucario said as he removed his paw from the place on her arm. "Samus can tell you what the code is for the vault. It was stored in her memories, but gosh, it was in there deep." Marth let go of Samus, she had finally awoken.

Samus looked around, noticing Marth, said in a monotone voice, "Marth. I'll tell all of you the codes tomorrow. It's late, and I think I'll go take a shower and go to bed."

Before Marth could say anything else, Samus was gone and Marth was left alone with a slightly shaken Lucario. Marth turned to Lucario and asked, "Samus usually doesn't just leave like that. Were her memories that bad?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me one of them?" Marth, despite his snobbish attitude and rude commentary, was a curious human being.

"One?" Lucario looked thoughtful. "No, I don't think Samus would appreciate me for that."

"Okay."

"ROY! STOP EATING THE ICE CREAM BEFORE WE EVEN GOT IT INTO THE FREEZER!"

"Looks like the other losers are back." Lucario nodded and pushed Marth out of his room.

Marth stood in his doorway and felt it slam shut behind him. I wonder what the heck is wrong with Samus, He thought. He walked swiftly into the kitchen where Roy and Peach were wrestling for the ice cream and Link and Zelda were in a corner talking quietly to themselves.

"Hey, Peach. Peach! PEACH!"

"Huh?" Peach looked up from her choke hold on Roy. Marth grimaced and sighed.

"Would you go talk to Samus? She's in a bad mood."

"Well, sure, silly Marth! Of course I'll go talk to Sammy!" Peach giggled nervously and left the room quickly.

"What's got into her?" Roy frowned.

"What do you mean? She's always like that." Link sat down in a chair.

"Riiiiiiight."

"Well, let's get some shut-eye. It's late and we've got a big day ahead of us . . . we have to get the master smash ball and get our friends back. Yippee." Marth sighed. "I need more beauty sleep. I think I'm starting to see dark circles under my eyes."

"Nothing could fix that face!" Roy grinned and gave Link a high-five. "Ooooh, someone smells like a black marshmallow!"

"Did someone say marshmallow?" Snake appeared out of nowhere and looked around. "I love marshmallows."

Everyone stared at him.

"What?"

"Nothing." Roy shook his head and blinked. "The marshmallows are in the cabinet. We picked some out while we were out."

"Okay." Snake walked over to the cabinet and pulled out one of the ten bags of extra large marshmallows. "You guys sure did pack up on marshmallows. What for?"

"They'll be gone by tomorrow. Just wait. Now, go to sleep. We want to go to sleep, too."

"Okay." All of the Smashers that were awake headed out to their rooms.

Marth walked slowly towards his door, admiring the painting of himself that one of the mansion's butlers had done. He noticed his bright azure eyes, neatly combed blue hair, and perfectly in place manly tiara, but the thing he noticed the most was his slightly crooked smile. The one that didn't look like his. He shook his head and opened the door to his entirely navy room. He sat down at his desk and dug in the drawer of important stuff, as he liked to call it. He pulled out a small envelope that said "Samus Aran" on it and opened it slowly . . .

End of Chapter

Oh sweet Canada, that was short! I'm really lazy, aren't I? XD