Well, guys (and girls, and robots). This is it. The end. I've got some special thanks. First to my anonymous reviewers, because I'm unable to reply. Here are your cookies! (hands out cookies) Secondly, to all my reviewers, because you're what make the world go round. And finally, to Crazy Hand, for just being that awesome.

Crazy Hand: WHAT NOW?! WOOT!

Me: I own nothing. That's the last disclaimer right there. ...I think I'm gonna cry.

Well, here's the epilogue. Go on and read while I find a tissue.

"So, could you tell me why we're here again?"

Meta Knight looked back at his girlfriend as the two of them walked hand in hand into the large room. "…Don't make me answer that," he sighed. Jigglypuff laughed.

It had been a week since the ball. All the dates had left the day after, promising to keep in touch and come visit every once in a while. Life had basically returned to normal for the Smashers, though "normal" was a very loose term. Things blew up, food fights occurred, etcetera, etcetera. The only difference was the new couples, really. And even they acted the same as always, showing that people knew they were getting together eventually.

All the Smashers had gathered in the auditorium for yet another meeting organized by Master Hand, much to the annoyance of some. Meta and Jiggly walked up to Samus and Wolf, Samus's hand wrapped tightly in Wolf's claw. Both waved to them, giving a "Hey!" and "What's up?" respectively. The two puffballs nodded back, and thus began the small talk. They were joined soon afterwards by Peach and Bowser.

"Anything up your sleeve this time?" muttered Samus, glaring at Peach.

The princess looked confused. "What was up my sleeve last time?" she asked. Samus facepalmed, and the others laughed. Marth and Zelda also joined the group, and they chatted about everything from the cafeteria food to the weather in Norfair.

About fifteen minutes into the conversation, there was a loud shout of, "WHERE'S MASTER HAND?!" from the crowd. At first people glanced at the source of the voice (Ike), annoyed, but eventually there were nods and mumbles of agreement. The question was…somewhat answered by a loud scream. The door on the side of the large splintered into a thousand pieces as a white gloved hand flew into the room, screaming his head…hand off.

"Hello! Hola! Gutentag! Bonjour! Ciao! Ni hao! Konnichiwa!"

Obviously, this was not the hand the Smashers were looking for. Crazy Hand continued shouting out greetings in different languages and zooming around the room. The sad thing was that he hadn't had coffee today. Master Hand followed through the hole in the wall that had seconds ago been a door, clearly used to this.

"Good morning, everyone!" he said. There was an awkward silence, except for Crazy Hand, who had given up the languages and was now burping his ABCs. Master Hand sighed. "Well, you all seem really excited to be here, so I'll get to the point. The dance…"

"BALL!" shouted Peach.

"…ball was a great success," said the hand. "I'd like to thank all of you for your participation and help in making it what it was."

"Which was awesome," said Crazy. Master Hand glared at him, and he went back to burping the ABCs.

"But anyway," Master continued, "due to the success of the Spring Ball, Crazy and I hatched an idea."

"Oh no," said Crazy Hand, "this was all you, bro. I had nothing to do with this."

"Anyone starting to get a sinking feeling?" asked Wolf.

Master Hand ignored them both. "We know how much you all enjoyed this ball, so we've decided to organize a summer dance to take place at the end of July. What do you think?"

There was a silence. Smashers glanced at each other. Eyes went wide. Then came a loud, unanimous cry from the masses.

"NO!!!"

It was short, I know, but that's what epilogues are supposed to be. I hope you've enjoyed Dancing with the Smashers. I know I have! Thanks for all your lovely reviews. And if you liked this, check out my new story, Stella Luminosa, which I will be posting probably later today.

Here's my last comment: LONG LIVE THE METAxJIGGLY ARMY!!

Meta Knight: (sigh)

Jigglypuff: (facepalm)

Me: Well, from everyone here at Smash Mansion...

All the Smashers (and moi!): CIAO!!

-Umbreon Mastah