Chapter 3
"What's the Cirque up to?" Pit asked at the Smash Brothers meeting table.
"That's why I held up this meeting," Mr. Game and Watch said, "The Cirque will be very busy from this point on." The Smash Brothers all tilted their heads in confusion.
"You mean the Freaks are going to—"
"Shut up Link," Mr. Game and Watch snarled cutting him off, "allow me to finish." He shook his head and continued, "The Cirque are not freaks!" Mr. Game and Watch said defensively on their part, "all what they need to do is complete their goal which is to successfully perform their show! It's tonight, and we're going whether you want to or not!"
Link's eyebrows furrowed.
"Do we have to go?" Olimar snorted, the party pooper he is.
"Shut up." Snake growled. Olimar flinched at his brutal look. Snake was not in the mood to deal with a loser.
"So, get ready before we leave!" Mr. Game and Watch happily remarked! He chortled, "Guys…" He quietly said. The Smash Brothers all looked up to Mr. Game and Watch and asked what he wanted. "Guys I think I'm gonna happy…" He smiled even wider.
"What the freakazoid?" Sheik remarked, her eyes widening at happy.
Mr. Game and Watch stood up from the bent metal chair and began dancing like a complete idiot. He clicked his heels and happily swung his arms, switching off sides each click. Every body just stared at him with their eyes and mouths agape from shock of this strange dance.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" The Smash Brothers all yelled in unison as Mr. Game and Watch merrily danced.
"I'm dancing." Mr. Game and Watch quietly said as his feet did all the magic.
The Smash Brothers just stared in an awkward silence as he strangely danced on his chair. When Mr. Game and Watch finally ended his embarrassing "happy dance" he sat down and continued, "So get ready before we leave!"
"Well, that's in a few hour," Meta Knight said.
"No shit, Sherlock." Mr. Game and Watch unkindly said while rolling his eyes, well if he had eyes, he'd roll them. Must be hard being black construction paper. "Anyways," He continued, "we'll leave at around 10, 10:30-ish."
So late?" Sheik whimpered, "But that's when I hit the sack!"
Mr. Game and Watch leaned in closer to Sheik, and then he fell over, knocking over the table with him. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Princess Peach asked, worried.
"I'm fine," Mr. Game and Watch said getting up from the floor. He picked up the table and continued, "Well, the sack will have to wait!" Sheik fell into despair. "The show starts at 11:30!"
"Then why are we going so early if the show starts at 11:30?" Ganondorf evilly asked.
"To talk to them before the show! Duh!" Mr. Game and Watch stated.
"So now what?" Snake asked.
"GTFO bitch!" Mr. Game and Watch yelled, silencing everybody, "Er- I mean, please, you are all dismissed." The Smash Brothers got up and left to their rooms, just to rest until the show started.
With only two hours to create 150 toys, they had to be crafted with intellect and personality, each and every one.
Wiping a drop of sweat, Mr. Tall's shoulders heaved, "Damn my old aching back!" He straightened his popping back. Quickly changing back to the exquisite craft making, he cracked his neck and back.
"Hey! Lazy bums!" Mr. Game and Watch angrily yelled to the "apathetic" Smash Brothers.
Lucario checked the money in his poke-ball-like wallet and inserted it into his fanny pouch.
"Good idea Lucario!" Mr. Game and Watch proudly said, "Guys, bring moneys!"
"Moneys?" Lucario questioned.
"Yes, moneys." Mr. Game and Watch repeated, "Mr. Tall makes these toys and stuff. It would be nice to buy them from him. "Who isn't ready to leave yet?" Mr. Game and Watch asked as he began to count the Smash Brothers for attendance.
"I need to pee," Link quickly said as he ran to the bathroom.
"Run!" Mr. Game and Watch ran to the door, expecting his group to follow suit, "Let's ditch the damned farmer boy!"
Instead of ditching, Zelda snapped at Mr. Game and Watch. "Whether you want to or not," she crossed her arms, "we ARE waiting for Link." Intimidating eyes locked onto Mr. Game and Watch's… blackness. He looked to the floor, unsure of what to say, slightly embarrassed… NOT! Cocky little actor!
Half rushing, Link came back from the bathroom.
"We leave now!" Mr. Game and Watch and the Smash Brothers strolled out the door.
While Mr. Game and Watch clicked the rusty lock, Fox took out his keys to his jet. "Lemme get out Mother Fox!" Fox happily chirped, "She's in the parking lot. Hold up guys." He ran into the parking lot next door to get out his space jet.
"Does the monkey have to come?" Sonic whispered in Mr. Game and Watch's 'ear'.
"Yeah, I'm not leaving him alone. I didn't even think about bring the blue hedgehog." Mr. Game and Watch mocked, "Oh… too late." If Mr. Game and Watch wasn't well… flat, he would've done a 'Z formation' on the humiliated Sonic, who hastily paced away.
"All right!" Fox called out from an open window inside the colossal jet, "Let's go!" Falco helped people board the jet, even if it was a five-minute walk.
When the Smash Brothers landed 30 seconds later in the parking lot, crushing several cars, they all quickly ran into the tent, quite excited, and curious to see their roomies' talents. "Run! Guys run! I want us to have the front row seats!" Everybody easily passed the awfully slow Mr. Game and Watch. Sadly enough, since he's one of the oldest video games compared to the rest of the Smash Brothers, he only takes one step for every one and a half seconds. "Faster!" He yelled as Snake picked up the staggering Mr. Game and Watch.
When they got inside, the Smash Brothers all ran to the front of the auditorium and got the front row seats Mr. Game and Watch hoped for. Mr. Game and Watch had to even send the elderly to the back! How impolite!
"You're a very rude man!" The elderly woman yelled to Mr. Game and Watch.
"I don't care! Go sit in the back where you belong, you scum." Mr. Game and Watch snapped back, filled with disgust.
The woman and her husband moved to the back without a word.
Link lost Zelda in the crowd because compared with her, he ran too slow. "Zelda!" Link called out to his love as he found her sitting next to the aisle. Stopping midway because Ike occupied the seat next to her, and on the other side of Zelda was –as already stated- the aisle! Link knew very well that sitting in the aisle wasn't an option, and kicking out Ike would be very hard. Slowly approaching Ike, Link quickly remembered what Ike did to him in that Brawl earlier. Thankfully, Sheik reluctantly healed him. "Hey Ike" Link nervously stuttered.
"Hi…" Ike replied, already half annoyed. Talk about patience. Link noticed Marth sitting next to Ike, his hand locked with his.
Link nervously wet his lips, "I want to sit next to the princess." Zelda's ears perked up.
"That's cool," Ike said, indifferent.
"So, can I?" Link crossed his fingers behind his back, wanting every drop of luck.
"I don't know," Ike continued, still uncaring, "You'll probably be sitting in the aisle."
Link swallowed, "I thought that I could take your seat…" he quietly said.
"Sorry, no." Ike glared at Link, not wanting to be bothered anymore. "There's a seat next to Sheik, if you want it."
"What?" Link looked at Sheik, "I'm not sitting next to… that raccoon." He shuddered.
"I honestly don't care where you sit," Ike stopped his hateful glare and looked someplace else, "Now stop bothering me." Not only did Link feel like strangling Ike, but he obviously wanted to sit next to Zelda. "Are you going to stand in front of me for the entire show?" Ike asked, scowling at Link. Link quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact; he then glanced at Zelda with a worried look on his face. Zelda politely smiled. She really wasn't interested in sitting next to Link, who will talk between every word the performer says, or laugh at random speeches, that aren't close to funny! "Just sit next to Sheik," Zelda reassuringly said, "She's not that bad." She gave him a smile.
Link pouted in distaste, but not at Zelda. He slowly turned around and sat next to Sheik, who was on the other side of the auditorium. Not wanting to start a conversation with the weirdest Smash Brothers, Link turned his head away from her and ignored every word of the poor woman.
"Hi Link." Sheik shyly said, clearly interested in the farmer.
Link acted like he couldn't hear her. He heard Ike whisper in Marth's ear, "So impulsive!" Link rolled his eyes, but the real problem was Sheik. He felt Sheik lightly tap his shoulder. The need to grab his master sword and swing it at Sheik was very hard to control.
A loud fanfare of trumpets filled the air, silencing everyone. Mr. Game and Watch excitedly looked around, expecting something out of thin air to kiss him on the cheek. Well, if he had a cheek.
Two little people brought a giant cage covered in a sort of leopard print…towel? Well, towel covered cage was rolled to the center of the stage, the rusty wheels shrieking as the cage was dragged to the center. The Smash Brothers' monkeys –Diddy Kong and Donkey Kong- started hooting happily, filling the tense air with excited chattering. As the monkeys happily jumped up and down on their chairs, an obnoxious screaming started from some nervous people in the crowd when the wolf man was revealed behind the bars of the cage.
Sadly, the wolf man was locked inside the cage to avoid killing anyone. "Hey! He's dressed like Tarzan!" Mr. Game and Watch mocked, as he walked on the stage to get a closer look of the dangerous being.
The Smash Brothers gasped, "When did he get up there?" Wolf asked around, along with the Smash Brothers' other speculations.
"Mr. Game and Watch!" Snake yelled, standing up, "Get off the stage! It's dangerous!" The crowd began to wonder if this construction paper man was a part of the show.
The Smash Brothers gasped as Mr. Game and Watch slid through the bars of the Wolf Man's cage. "He's dangerous!" Pit howled in agony. There was a cry of fear from –most likely- Mr. Tall. "Evra! Darren!" He roared, spit spraying from his dry mouth. The audience then learned that the black moving construction paper happily petting the Wolf Man like a dog, was not a part of the show. Screams of terror radiated throughout the room as Mr. Tall yelled, "Save that man!"
Evra and Darren sprinted to the Wolf Man's cage, greeted by the shredded bits of what was Mr. Game and Watch. The Wolf Man angrily roared, which meant for everybody to fuck off, as everybody stood frozen in fear.
The Smash Brothers were silent, eyes wide open and bodies flushed with fear, disbelieving.
"That idiot got himself killed…" Captain Falcon murmured, looking away to the floor unable to look at Mr. Game and Watch's pieces.
Evra and Darren rushed towards the scene of Mr. Game and Watch's death. People gasped when the Snake Boy appeared on stage with nothing but black short-shorts. "The Snake Boy? What is going on?" Evra carefully grabbed the pieces of Mr. Game and Watch as Darren distracted the restless Wolf Man with a piece of raw steak. Once Evra was clear, Darren tossed the meat into the cage and ran up to Evra.
A nervous Mr. Tall appeared on the stage, "Sorry folk's, show's over!" This is an unprecedented moment. Now," he got impatient when nobody understood him, "GET THE FUCK OUT! THIS IS NO JOKE!" People were upset and inconsiderate that their money went to waste and quickly left, no wanting to hear Mr. Tall explode some more.
"Smash Brothers, come help…" Mr. Tall said quieting down. All of the pieces of Mr. Game and Watch were collected and shoved in front of him. Mr. Tall pushed the Wolf Man's cage back into backstage with a crash. Some of the Smash Brothers couldn't to even go on the stage due to shock.
Red construction paper spilt on the floor. "Is he made out of construction paper?" Mr. Tall asked himself. "Guys, I'm going to try to put him back together," The Cirque performers entered the stage to view this crisis. "I'm going to revive him. After all," he gently said, looking at Mr. Game and Watch's tattered pieces, "he is my friend." Mr. Tall reached into his back pocket and pulled out a menacing pink fluid in a flask. His pale hands hovered over Mr. Game and Watch's pieces with the pink fluid in the other. He began to tilt the flask of the mysterious –now glowing- pink substance and quickly chugged it down.
"What was that?"
"Oh, the pink flask," Mr. Tall wiped the corners of his dry mouth, "That was Fatorade."
"Wow..." Ganondorf mumbled thinking that was substance would revive Mr. Game and Watch.
Mr. Tall painfully cracked the knots out of his neck and knuckles. "On to the real thing!" he hopefully smiled. That smile, however, quickly changed into a look of furious surprise when Mr. Game and Watch's pieces didn't go back together with his magic. Again, his hands mystically waved and a puff of white smoke poohed over the dead pieces of Mr. Game and Watch.
Peach tried to hold on her bitter tears, but she failed as they rolled down her cheeks.
Everybody jumped when a door slammed shut, sending a creepy shiver down Mr. Tall's spine.
"Who's that?" Darren whispered franticly as he looked around, pale as a ghost. Fear huddled the Cirque together.
"An intruder?" Mr. Tall asked bumping into the crowd as he backed up, "Smash Brothers! Protect me!" He shrieked, hoping the Smash Brothers would do what he's asked.
The Smash Brothers got ready to attack, just in case it was a hungry Daimon, thirsty for their souls! Eerie footsteps interrupted the silence, sending an echo off the walls. Everyone's head snapped in the direction of the stairs, but it was too dark to make out a figure away from the faint light.
"I don't see anybody!" Mr. Tall nervously screeched, hugging Cormac for support.
"Was I gone for that long?" They heard a familiar voice say.
"ITSA GHOST!" Fox yelled sending terror to (almost) everyone. He pulled out his blaster, ready to shoot.
"Guys! Don't run away!" The 'Ghost' yelled, wanting the group to come back.
The Cirque all sprinted to the farthest corner, all huddled together. Some of the braver Smash Brothers prepared to kill anything that tried to hurt anybody, while the scardey-cats ran back with the Cirque.
"We don't know the ghost's abilities, so don't randomly attack." Meta Knight collectively said.
"Let me check his aura," Lucario said as he shut his eyes. He concentrated on the aura of the enemy, but he couldn't find any signs of life. "I don't sense anything!" Lucario said shifting into a defensive position, his aura brightly shining in his hands.
"Did you just call me a ghost?" Loud footsteps pounded heavily against the wooden steps as 'The Ghost' came closer to the Smash Brothers. "I'm not a ghost." He stepped into the light, revealing himself as Mr. Game and Watch.
"What the foot?" Sheik angrily said as she came out of ducking under Rhamus's bellies. "Aren't you dead?"
For a short moment, everybody was silent. Questions filled the Smash Brothers and Cirque's confused minds.
"Aren't you dead?"
"What?" Mr. Game and Watch shrieked, "Before my head was ripped off by that hairy Tarzan, I really had to take a leak, so I peed in that corner." He gestured towards a pile of yellow construction paper, "So instead of being killed –which would've been awesome- I put a decoy."
Every Smash Brother just stared at the idiot wide-eyed, angry like an ogre without breakfast, instead they wanted to kill Mr. Game and Watch!
"Where was your aura?" Lucario asked, seriously confused. Every living thing had an aura.
"Since when did construction paper have an aura?" Mr. Game and Watch asked back, with a little snap in his tone.
"Are you serious?" Mr. Tall angrily yelled cutting of the Smash Brothers' explosion, "You made me, the great Mr. Tall, worry because I found your decaying decoy?" Spittles came flying out of his dry mouth. Disappointed, and somewhat embarrassed, Mr. Tall sunk to the floor, gripping his skinny knees and began to sob.
"Hey, it's okay." Gurtha began to calm down the sobbing man.
"NO IT'S NOT!" He yelled, sending the sweet woman jumping back. "This isn't fair!" Tears spilt down his pale cheeks. He began to kick and scream, like a young toddler that got a time out.
"This is awkward…" Lucario whispered to Samus, who rolled her eyes.
"Izz naht faer! He complained, wiping his boogies.
Alex Ribs pushed his way towards Mr. Tall picking him up from the cold floor, "Come on Mr. Tall," Alex calmly said, "Let's get you some hot drink to calm you down."
"Izz naht faer!" he complained, head in hands.
"Crying won't help." Alex stressed calmly. The Smash Brothers cringed. Impatience and intolerance was Alex's reputation! How could he put up with Mr. Tall? Shocked, the Smash Brothers and Cirque watched Mr. Tall being slowly walked out of the room by the caring Alex, his face covered by his bony hands.
"All I did was pee…" Mr. Game and Watch muttered.
"Do you know what you did?" Cormac yelled, "The shows are the most important thing to Mr. Tall. Every show, he lives, and you ruined it."
Guilt washed over Mr. Game and Watch as he thought about Mr. Tall's breakdown. Looking over at everybody's depressed faces, he felt way worse. Mr. Game and Watch quickly noticed an obvious fact and muttered, "Where did the crowd go?" When nobody answered, Mr. Game and Watch answered himself, still formed as a question, "Was it me that startled them?" Shame brought his head looking at the floor in order to avoid eye contact with anyone. Ike's heavy metal boots heavily clanked on the hollow floor as he and Marth headed out, disappointed at Mr. Game and Watch, not wanting to see anymore of his act. Slowly, the Smash Brothers followed suit, leaving Mr. Game and Watch alone in the dark. Mr. Game and Watch began to feel the remorse he's caused the everybody, especially the Cirque who have worked so hard to perfect their performance.
The last of the Smash Brothers to leave was Mario. "Pitiful," he mumbled as he made his way out to catch up with the rest of the Smash Brothers. Disgracefully, Mr. Game and Watch looked at the Cirque who was cleaning up the small auditorium. As Mr. Game and Watch tried to muster an apology, blame froze him. Mr. Game and Watch threw the Cirque's show into the flames.
"At least they saw the Snake-Boy!" Evra quietly sarcastically said.
"Whatever," Truska said, sadly looking at the mess. The Cirque quietly cleaned.
Mr. Game and Watch walked towards the door so he could walk away from it all.
"That show seemed interesting…" Link awkwardly said on the Smash Brothers' way back to the apartment. Nobody spoke on the thirty-second flight back; they couldn't find the right words.
"This is embarrassing…" Falco said shyly. Everybody's shoulders sagged. Link was resting against Zelda's shoulders.
"We're here, guys." Fox said over the microphone as he skillfully parked his jet in the beaten up avenue. Dark and cold, the Smash Brothers trudged inside the shabby building.
A crying Mr. Tall greeted the Smash Brothers, something they were not in the mood to deal with. Alex Ribs was comforting the broken Mr. Tall, handing him a Kleenex or two. "This is the first time he's cancelled a show," Alex said, as if trying to excuse the broken Mr. Tall. Used tissues decorated the table as Mr. Tall clutched one tightly. His usually pale face red from crying so much. Alex reassuringly patted his back as he smiled to the Smash Brothers. "Tonight Mr. Tall and I are going to stay in a hotel for the night-"
"I can't stand that talking piece of moving construction paper! He ruined my life!" Mr. Tall yelled, gaining everybody's attention.
"Are you really going to stay in a hotel?" Marth asked his roomy.
"I can't leave Mr. Tall alone," Alex whispered, "There's no telling what he'd do in such a depressed state." Cries of Mr. Tall shook the room, causing everybody to tense up. Loudly hitting his fists against the table covered in tissues, causing some to fall off the edge, Mr. Tall cried even harder, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration. "Come now, let's find a hotel to stay the night in." Standing up, Alex said goodbye to the Smash Brothers and left with the broken down Mr. Tall.
Marth felt worried for the two, hoping that Mr. Tall will oversee Mr. Game and Watch's mistake. Muscular arms wrapped around the prince's shoulders, "Let's go." Ike gently said as the couple went to their room to retire for the night.
Mr. Game and Watch couldn't find the will to enter the apartment, and began to cry on the balcony, "ALL BY MYSELF," he sang aloud. His hands held his heavy head, as he tried to ease the headache.
"Feeling better?" Alex asked Mr. Tall as he tucked him into a hotel bed.
Calmly smiling, Mr. Tall replied, "Yes, Alex. Thank you for your support."
"Of course sir." Alex smiled inwardly, glad to see that Mr. Tall wasn't crying anymore.
"You should probably be heading out to the apartment before it gets too late." Mr. Tall slunk deeper into the blankets, his goal to get warm.
"Yes, I was just leaving sir." Alex said as he reached towards the door, "Sleep well, sir." Mr. Tall muttered thanks and shut his eyes behind a closing door.
Alex took a brisk walk into the apartment, waiting to be in a soft bed, accompanied by Marth and Ike. Sneering, he looked at his watch. 1:30 am, he thought, I hope everyone's done cleaning up Mr. Game and Watch's mess.
Finally arriving at the Smash Brothers' apartment, Alex felt glad he didn't pass out from lack of sleep. He made his way his way up the dark creaky stairs and opened the door.
Not wanting to wake anybody up, Alex quietly made his way upstairs, which was difficult due to the old creaky floorboards. Not a single light lit his way, which –obviously- meant that everybody was deep asleep. Snores drifted out of Bowser's room giving Alex a startle. Finally at Ike's room, Alex quietly entered the key not wanting to wake up the sleeping couple. The door opened just a crack, and he peeked inside the room. Blood squirted out of his nose and he silently watched the couple coitus. The door closed as quietly as it opened while Alex crept away when he heard Marth's moans become louder and Ike's thrusts become harder. Alex took his key and ran to the public apartment bathroom.
Alex looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself, while cleaning up his nose bleed, "Should I just waltz right in and act like nothing's happening, or should I wait thirty minutes and hope they finish by then?" Such a mind boggler!
Alex then decided to wait fifteen to thirty minutes for the couple to finish their coitus. Great. Not wanting to wait in a smelly bathroom, Alex aimlessly wandered the hallways, waiting and listening.
When it felt like it has been around twenty minutes, Alex headed back to his room. Before entering the key into the keyhole, Alex placed his ear on the door to see if he heard any of the... well, any noises. Nothing but silence was heard! Alex quietly opened the door.
Before stomping in the dark room, Alex let his eyes adjust and he spotted the sleeping couple. He saw Ike holding Marth in his muscular arms pressing their bodies together, Marth's head under Ike's chin. Wow, it actually made Ike look a little taller. Alex bitterly shuddered. A man cannot love a man! Shrugging off the thought, he took a step forward and accidently kicked something really hard. Biting his lip so he didn't scream, Alex took yet another step, and tripped over landing in a pile of Ike and Marth's armor. Ouch, worse than a paper cut! Why did couldn't they just put their armor in a cabinet or the closet instead on the floor?
The impact woke the sleeping couple. "Wh-What?" Marth said, jumping up. Ike reached for the lamp next to him and flicked on the orange-yellow light.
Squinting, Ike said half pissed, "Alex! We thought you were staying at hotel!" He crossed his muscular arms, "Thanks for calling." He scoffed.
"I've decided to come back," Alex replied, making his way back to his favorite Hello Kitty bed, "I didn't have enough money to stay and Mr. Tall didn't need me at that dusty hotel." Alex practically stared at their sculpted bodies, especially Ike's muscular build. So damn muscular… He thought jealously as he looked at their torsos.
"Um… Okay…?" Marth remarked not caring about that dumb excuse for calling.
"Well, looks like you two had some fun!" Alex said awkwardly.
"Good night." Ike interrupted and shut off the light.
"That was the worst show I've ever done!" Evra complained to Sheik, "It honestly gets me so upset with how sad we were out there!"
Sheik stretched, popping her back, and then laid flat on her bed beside the Snake-boy. "At least they saw the Snake-boy! And there's always tomorrow." She quietly and reasonably said.
"True," Evra was still not satisfied enough. This crappy performance hurt his pride.
"Don't even talk about it, kid." Sheik yawned and got comfortable on her pillow. "You have two more shows in this city, so redeem yourself."
Evra sighed, "Mr. Tall may not be up to it…"
Sheik reached over the gap between their beds and placed an encouraging hand on Evra's scaly shoulder, "We'll see what the future brings." She smiled reassuringly. Too bad Evra couldn't see it due to her nose and under shrouded in blankets.
"Why are you even covering your face behind the sheets?" Evra tucked himself in the bed.
Sheik's eyes quickly scanned the room, as if to uncover any hidden spies or video recorders. "I don't want to give any information…" She whispered.
"What? Everybody knows you." Trust me, you're not hard to forget!
"No they don't," She said still whispering, noticing that thinks became awkward. And without a word, Sheik reached for the lamp and shut it off.