You wanted a chapter two, so here you go. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Brothers. It belongs to Nintendo (the lucky ducks…)

Marth awoke the following day in a very sore state. Stretching his cramped shoulders, he rolled out of bed and nearly slipped on a random shirt he had left sitting on the floor. Having recovered his balance, he took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure his hair wasn't too horrendous. It wasn't, but he still felt the need to brush it and make it perfect.

Contrary to Marth, Ike woke up in a fairly pleasant mood. The sun's early morning rays glimmered their way through his window to light up the room. He hopped quickly out of bed; he wanted to get to the cafeteria as soon as possible because he had been tipped off about today's breakfast: pancakes. Ike loved pancakes. He wasn't entirely sure why, although it may have had something to do with the fact that he always put on way too much syrup. He stepped out of his room, and closed the door.

When Link opened his eyes, he could not for the life of him figure out why all he could see was green. After a minute, it occurred to him that he must have fallen asleep with his hat over his face. Picking up the elfish garment, he tossed it across the room and it landed neatly on top of his dresser. Pleased with his aim, he proceeded to roll back over to sleep a little longer, but then someone began to knock insistently at his door. Groaning loudly, he got up, shuffled over to the door, and opened it.

Pit was bouncing down the halls. The hyperactive little angel had been up for nearly an hour and he couldn't wait to go eat breakfast; for someone who was starving, he sure had a lot of energy. As he spiraled around a corner, he spotted Marth and Ike outside of Link's room. The Hylian was still on the inside and looking as though this was the last thing he wanted to be doing. Pit caught up to them just in time to hear Ike say: "…serving pancakes today!"

"What's this about pancakes?" Pit looked up at Ike, who was nearly a foot taller than him.

"I was just saying that…"

"Ike is obsessed with pancakes and has taken it upon himself to wake everyone else up and announce it to them. And the cafeteria is serving them today."

The warrior glared at the prince who had interrupted, and then smacked him across the head.

"Ouch!" Marth yelled. "Didn't you get enough of hitting me yesterday?"

"No, actually, I didn't." Ike responded, smiling a little. "Anyway, what are we all doing standing around? There are pancakes to be eaten!" With that, he set off in a purposeful march in the general direction of the cafeteria. Link, Marth, and Pit all exchanged a glance, and then trooped off after Ike.

Pit flapped his wings and was soon gliding along over top of all of them. Lowering himself so he was level with Marth's head, he asked: "Has Ike always been this obsessed with pancakes?"

Marth thought for a minute before answering. "He has as long as I've known him. I highly doubt though that they have pancakes where he comes from. Maybe that's why he always eats so many."

"Hey!" Apparently, Marth hadn't talked quietly enough; Ike had heard him. "I resent that. And I don't eat as many pancakes as Kirby does."

"NO ONE eats as many ANYTHINGS as Kirby does," Link countered. "I wonder…what does that little pink puff DO with it all?" He shuddered. "On second thought, I don't want to know."

When the little group entered the cafeteria, a strange scene was waiting for them. Several of the other brawlers were already there, sitting in the chairs at the tables, dressed in assorted housecoats, sweatpants, and pajamas. There were also the four chefs, and one of the mansion directors standing before them. The term "director" was somewhat of an inaccuracy; the only thing these directors did was make sure the mansion didn't explode or something. They only ever showed up when something had gone wrong.

The man turned to Ike, Link, Pit, and Marth. He walked over to them and smiled, but the smile never reached his almost black eyes. "Good morning. I am Mr. Cameron. I know you may have been looking forward to the pancakes this morning, but, I regret to say, there has been a bit of a mishap."

The expression on Ike's face had gone from joy when he entered, to confusion when Mr. Cameron came up to them, and now to utter shock and horror. Link chanced a side glance at him and nearly fell over as he tried to keep his laughter under control.

"It seems," Mr. Cameron continued, glaring pointedly at Link until he stopped snickering, "that one of the freezers has begun to malfunction. It is no longer keeping food cold. The pancakes have been cancelled until we can get to the bottom of this."

Everyone sighed. Then, Pit piped up. "Mr. Cameron? Which freezer is it that isn't working properly?" Pit's nighttime excursions for midnight snacks had made him an expert on which fridge and freezer contained what.

"The one nearest to the back wall," Mr. Cameron stated. "The one that contains all the ice cream."

Everyone seemed to stop. Marth was the first one to regain control of speech. "So…you mean to tell us," he began, "that there is an immense amount of frozen goodness in there that is slowly melting away into nothing, and you haven't offered to let us eat it yet?"

Now it was Mr. Cameron's turn to be dumfounded. "I was…er…I was planning to…Oh, fine. Go ahead. Enjoy!"

All the brawlers made a mad dash for the kitchen. "ICE CREAM!" They cried in unison.

The inside of the kitchen was like a frozen heaven. While Ike and Marth were having mock sword fights with their spoons over the carton of strawberry ice cream, Kirby was trying to inhale as much Espresso Flake as he possibly could. Link was loving every spoonful he took of mint chocolate chip, and Pit's brain was freezing up for the third time as he consumed too much chocolate-vanilla swirl. Zelda and Peach were daintily eating out of one of the many cartons of vanilla; on the contrary, Ganondorf was practically face first in the nearly liquidized container of chocolate. It was a real ice cream feast.

An hour and a half later, the freezer was fixed. It seemed that all that had happened was the cord had slipped out of the socket. The remaining ice cream was returned to the freezer, and everyone had returned to their rooms. Well, almost everyone.

"Duuuude, that was soooooo good…"

Ike chuckled deeply at the Hylian's remark. Too full to move, the two of them had hunkered down beside the kitchen door and were too comfortable to get back up.

"We should do this again sometime."

"Yeah…but I still wish I had gotten my pancakes…"

This was originally supposed to be about pudding, but I thought ice cream would be more fun. There are a lot more ice cream flavours than pudding flavours anyway, so I could get really creative with what everyone was eating :)

I also want to say that I will be accepting requests for this story. If you've got an idea for the brawlers next adventure, I wanna hear it! So review and tell me already! :)