The NES Series:
Golf
Olimar gasped for breath as he heaved his large golf bag up the hill.
"We made it," he said, letting the bag slump to the ground. He turned to see Villager walking up behind him empty-handed. "Where's your bag?"
"Bag?" Villager asked. "I don't have one. I keep all my clubs in my pocket." He dug into his left pocket and pulled out a nine-iron.
"Pockets?" Olimar said. "Don't you have any respect for the game at all?"
Villager looked down at the club in his hand and back up at Olimar. "It's just golf."
Olimar tisked. "You disgust me."
Bending down and digging into a pocket on his bag, Olimar removed a golf ball. He turned to the tee to find that a portly man with a mustache and white shirt had beaten him to it. The man seemed oblivious to their presence and was merrily whistling to himself as he set up his shot.
"Mario?" Olimar asked. "What are you doing here?"
The man glanced at them in confusion. "I am not Mario," he said. "My name is Fred."
"No, no, I'm pretty sure you're Mario," Olimar said. He glanced at Villager. "Is Mario in this game?"
Villager checked his list. "I don't think so," he said. "Maybe we've stumbled into NES Open Tournament Golf by mistake."
"No, no," the man said. "It is just Golf."
"Okay," Villager said. "Maybe Mario does appear in this game after all."
"No. Mario does not appear in this game."
"So, we're in NES Open Tournament Golf, then?" Olimar asked.
"No, this is just Golf."
"So if you're not in this game, why are you here?" Villager asked.
"Maybe its a surprise inspection," Olimar said. "I told you you should have brought a bag."
"No, I'm not Mario," the man said. "My name is Fred. I am a golfer."
"Are you sure?" Villager asked. "You look a lot like Mario."
"Trust me, I get that all the time. But no, I'm not Mario, I'm Fred."
"Oh," Villager said. He and Olimar glanced at each other and stared at their feet awkwardly.
"So, uh," Villager said. "Want to be in Smash?"