The NES Series:

Duck Hunt

Bam!

Bam!

"Quack, quack, quack!"

"Dang it!"

"Hee hee hee."

"Oh, shut up, you mangy mutt!"

Olimar angrily handed off his light gun to Villager. "Here," he said. "You get laughed at for a while."

"Okay," Villager said. He took the gun and held it up so he could look down the barrel. "I don't know why you get so worked up about this game."

A pair of ducks burst from the long grass before them and took flight into the air. Villager aimed steadily and pulled the trigger. A bright flash of light exploded from the gun's barrel and one duck fell to the ground. Villager took aim at the next duck and fired again. Once more a perfect hit. The small brown dog popped up out of the grass, holding the stunned ducks and smiling.

Villager handed the gun back to Olimar. "Your turn."

Olimar took the gun begrudgingly. "Showoff." He stepped forward and took aim. "It's just that stupid dog," he told Villager. "Seriously, though, he has got to be the most annoying character ever created for a video game. Whose bright idea was it to let him into Smash?"

Another pair of ducks took off out of the grass. Olimar took aim and fired, missing both.

"I thought he was a clever and creative addition to the roster," Villager said. "Plus, he's become pretty iconic over the years."

Olimar fired twice more, missing both times. The dog popped his head up out of the grass and laughed.

"Yeah, you just keep laughing, dog," Olimar shouted, waving the gun. "You just keep on laughing."

Olimar handed the gun to Villager. Villager stepped forward and started to aim.

"I guess," Olimar said, "but, come on, we kicked out Popo and Nana and replaced them with him."

"Now, Olimar, you know that's not how it went down," Villager said, shooting down his first duck.

"Sure, sure, programming issues with the 3DS or whatever. I still say he's a stupid character. And he totally stole my win in the last tournament. And my Up B move too."

Villager shot down his second duck and the dog popped up with an encouraging smile. Villager grinned proudly and tossed the gun back to Olimar. "Last round."

Olimar clutched the gun and stepped up to fire. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, Olimar, come on, you can do this," he told himself. He opened his eyes, held up the gun, and squinted down the gun barrel. The grass shifted and two duck burst into the sky. Olimar aimed at one and fired, the light blinding him for half a second. The duck still flew. He fired again and again, switching between the two ducks as both flapped on unharmed. Soon, the ducks had flown outside the range of the gun.

Olimar hung his head and cursed. Out in the grass, the dog popped up his head and laughed. Olimar glanced up at the dog with a crazy gleam in his eyes. He held up the gun and an unhinged smile crept across his face.

"That's it," he said. "The dog is going down!"

He charged at the dog, but Villager held him back. "No, Olimar, you can't."

"Yes, I can!" Olimar shouted. "I would be fulfilling the fantasies of millions of gamers the world over."

"But the gun doesn't even work on the dog!"

"Then I'll use my bare hands if I have to!" Olimar broke free and dove into the long grass, tossing the gun aside. "Come here, dog!"

Villager watched on as Olimar and the dog chased each other through the field, the dog laughing every time Olimar tripped over something. Villager looked down at his toes and scratched his head. He glanced up at Olimar again. "Now, what was it Jazz used to do to calm me down?"