O-kay! This is TheNinjaAlchemist95's request. This is also the beginning of a little arc, which will probably last another two or three chapters. EXCITEMENT!

Disclaimer: I don't own SSBB, and it makes me sad.

Marth closed his bedroom door behind him, an ominous feeling in his gut. In his hand was his cell phone, still open and displaying the text from Ike that woke him up: Marth- meet me by the bulletin board. There's something you gotta see. -Ike

When Marth neared the bulletin board outside the cafeteria, he saw the warrior standing there. He waved half-heartedly when the prince approached and said, "You'll never believe what our punishment is for Captain Falcon's screw up."

Marth looked at the board. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were a couple Nintendo flyers about games released two years ago, a stained and tattered cafeteria menu, and a lost-and-found poster for someone's bunny slippers. Then he noticed the large, stark-white notice tacked up right in the middle. He began to read:

Attention all residents of the Smash Mansion

Due to recent events and significant damage to the property, several new procedures are being put in place:

1. A curfew will be enforced, effective immediately. All residents younger than sixteen are to remain in their rooms between the hours of eight-thirty in the evening and nine in the morning. All residents of at least sixteen years of age are to remain in their rooms between the hours of nine-thirty in the evening and nine in the morning.

2. All roughhousing is strictly off limits in all parts of the Smash Mansion, excluding the training grounds and the stadium.

3. All residents have been placed into six teams of six members each, and each team will work for one week at a time to repair the damage done to the recreation room. Abstaining from one's duties will result in immediate loss of all privileges and a non-optional vacation for an indefinite amount of time.

An infraction of any kind will result in immediate loss of all privileges, and other possible punishments depending on the severity of the infraction. These procedures are in effect immediately. Directors will be patrolling the halls to reinforce them, and to administer punishment for any infraction.

Regards,

The President

When he finished reading, Marth had the urge to both punch something and burst into tears. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to make up his mind because someone cried out from behind him.

"This is ridiculous!"

Marth turned around to see a rather angry Link glaring furiously at the notice from over the prince's shoulder. The Hylian swore several times, and then proceeded to kick thin air. "This is stupid!"

"We're all angry," Ike said quietly, "but raging isn't going to solve anything. You read the paper; if we mess up, we could get evicted."

Link breathed deeply, and his face turned a slightly less vibrant shade of red. "Fine," his voice was shaking as he tried to stay under control, "but then what are we going to do about this?" He threw up his hands. "We can't just sit here!"

"We don't really have much of a choice right now," Marth said. He was shocked at how calm he sounded; on the inside, he was a wreck. "Has anyone else read this yet?"

"Now that you and Link have, everyone," Ike told him. "They're all in the cafeteria. Mr. Cameron is apparently going to come and answer any questions we have."

Link laughed dryly. "I've got one. Hey, Mr. Cameron, how would you like it if I stuck this paper up your-"

"OOOkay, that's enough!" Marth spoke hurriedly before Link said something he'd regret. "Let's just all go in the cafeteria, hm?"

Seeing no better option, the trio entered the room. All the chairs were arranged in rows, and most of the other smashers were already seated. They were all in the front two rows, except for Captain Falcon, who had seated himself as far away as possible so as to avoid the death glares he had been receiving for the last two days. Marth, Ike, and Link took the first three seats in the third row just as Mr. Cameron entered.

"Hello," the director stated cheerily, as if nothing depressing had been announced that morning. He was in his customary black suit, with gelled back hair, and his furiously polished shoes clicked across the floor. "I trust you all slept well."

There was no response. Mr. Cameron continued: "Well, I would think that you all noticed the notice posted outside, and I encourage you to voice any concerns you may be having at this moment."

There was much more of a response this time. Several smashers spoke up at the same time, and then they all just started yelling. Mr. Cameron caught only snippets of things, nowhere near enough to make sense of it all. It seemed he would have to use the microphone after all.

"QUIET!"

The silence was instantaneous; it was as if a blanket had settled overtop of everything. Mr. Cameron cleared his throat and continued, setting down the microphone.

"Now, it's evident that you are all aware of the notice that was posted this morning," Mr. Cameron addressed the crowd, "so the president has requested that I answer any questions that you might have. If so, this is the time to ask them."

Ike was the first to speak. "Could you explain the third rule in more detail?"

Mr. Cameron smiled, happy that the first question had been something easy. "Certainly. What will happen is this: each of you has been put into a team of six, and each team will take turns repairing the rec room wall. You'll be doing things like clearing the rubble and fixing the outside wall. The inside cement wall will be done once those jobs are finished. Is that clear?" When Ike nodded, the director continued, "Good. Any other questions?"

Pit raised his hand. "Does everyone have to help fix the hole in the wall? Even the little kids?"

Mr. Cameron thought for a moment before responding. "Everyone who is physically and mentally capable of helping to repair the wall will be helping."

"But what about Ness and Lucas?"

"Yes," Mr. Cameron said. "They are both physically capable of helping. The only excuse is if you are sick."

There was some murmuring in the crowd. Mr. Cameron spoke again. "Are there any more questions?"

It was Link's turn to ask. "I don't understand this whole 'punishment' thing."

"It's simple," Mr. Cameron began. "If there is any misbehaving and you are not following the rules, you will either have all of your privileges taken away or be sent home permanently, depending on the severity of your behavior." There was a large outcry at this, but Mr. Cameron got everyone back under control quickly. "Now, is that all?"

No one seemed to have any more concerns at the moment, so Mr. Cameron dismissed everyone. As they left, he dusted himself off and walked out the side door, wondering exactly what the president was thinking when he came up with these new rules. Mr. Cameron himself didn't like them. He thought that making the brawlers fix the wall themselves was a bit harsh, but when he'd voiced his concern at the meeting, the president had ignored him. Sighing, he stepped onto the portal outside the Smash Mansion. It glowed a vibrant blue, and transported him away.

Back in the mansion, Link's temper was once again getting the better of him.

"Mr. Cameron can go to hell," he grumbled. "This sucks."

Marth, glancing around quickly to make sure no one was listening in, said, "I agree that this is a bit harsh, seeing as they're actually threatening to send us home if we misbehave. But what are we going to do?" He sighed and ran a hand through his soft azure hair. "It's not like we'll carry any weight with the president."

"Maybe not alone," Ike smiled strangely, "but if all of us worked together, then maybe, just maybe-"

"Say no more, Ike," Link was now smiling along with the spiky haired warrior, "I get it now. We need to show them that we won't be bound by some curfew. Starting tonight, we fight back!" He smiled evilly. "Of course, we won't disobey every rule at once. That's just asking for it. But starting now, operation 'Screw the Curfew' is a go!"

Is this rebellion I smell? Link, I am ashamed of you! Mwahaha…

I'm not even gonna say what next chapter is, cause I think it's a bit obvious what's going to happen. Review if you're as excited as I am!