Erm…this was supposed to be up a while ago, but I got really busy with some anime, then it was Christmas, and…yeah. But it's here now! Oh, and what's "it" you ask? Why, it's TheNinjaAlchemist95's request for a fashion show! And yes, I actually follow the girls around this time, not the boys :)

Disclaimer: Do you REALLY think that if I owned SSBB I'd be writing all this?

P.S.- I dare you to say the title of this chapter 10 times fast. Go on. Do it. FYI, I can't XD

EDIT August 3, 2012: Rereading this, I discovered a rather massive blunder I made in my complete and utter ignorance in regards to the relationship between Nana and Popo. They're brother and sister, not whatever the hell I thought. So, I fixed it. I think. I hope.

The mailman who delivers the mail to the Smash Mansion is at once both the luckiest and unluckiest person in the world. While that person would get to experience the novelty of delivering mail to such a place as the Smash Mansion, he or she would also have to deal with the smashers, many of whom have the tendency to get very overexcited when they receive letters from home. Of course, just like every other mailbox, the one at the Smash Mansion often becomes cluttered with flyers and magazines, and it was the arrival of one of these that offset the events of the day the theatre was finally used for something.

"I now call this meeting of the smash girls to order!"

This would have been more dramatic had all of the female brawlers actually been in the room. Zelda, Peach, and Samus were seated around the round table in one of the unused meeting rooms. Zelda was poised, ready to begin, Samus was half asleep, and Peach was holding a mushroom shaped gavel that she was hammering furiously against the table, yelling, "Order! Order!"

"Peach, sweetie," Zelda spoke, placing a hand lightly on the mushroom princess's wrist, "you can stop that now."

"Oh. Alright."

Once everything was silent again, Samus went to voice the question that had been mulling about in her sleep-deprived mind, when the door banged open.

"I would very much like to know why I was not invited to this."

Standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, was Sheik. Her red eyes blazed.

No one in the room knew how to answer her. Irritated by the others' silence, Samus said, "We forgot, now will you sit down so we can get this over with and I can go back to sleep?"

Sheik frowned, but moved forward toward the nearest chair. Grabbing the back, she spun it around on one leg before plopping onto it.

"Now," Peach continued, "let's get this underway!" She reached down to the floor. "I called you here because-"

"SORRY I'M LATE!"

A little figure in a pink parka dashed through the open door and hopped up onto the chair next to Sheik's. Everyone's head turned to look at Nana, who was breathing heavily after running the whole way there.

"Sorry," she said again. "I was helping Popo fix his hammer. All that's left is putting it away, but he insisted he could do that on his own."

"That's alright," Zelda smiled. "You're here now." She turned to Peach. "We're all here now, you can begin."

Peach grinned widely. "You'll never guess what I got in the mail today!"

"What?" Samus asked, voice devoid of any sort of caring.

"This!" the mushroom princess squealed, producing a thick magazine held daintily between her gloved fingers.

"And that would be…?"

Peach's jaw dropped. "It's a fashion magazine, Samus! Don't tell me you've never seen one before?"

Samus shrugged and began to study her nails. "I have. Not interested in them."

Peach's glossy pink lips parted to fire something back, but Zelda interrupted. "Sweetie, why don't you put the magazine down and tell us what you have planned for today?"

"Okay!"

The magazine shook the whole table when it thudded down in front of Peach. From where Sheik was seated next to Zelda, she could see the tanned model on the front cover. The model was wearing a long, ballroom gown, but instead of a full skirt, all the material from the knees down was shredded to give it a more modern and goth look. Black fishnet gloves and hair piled high completed the look.

"I don't understand," Nana said. "Why would they ruin such a pretty dress by ripping it apart?"

Sheik turned to the little girl. "It's fashion," she explained. Nana still looked confused, so Sheik continued, "They all seem to have the idea that being different and being loud is good."

"Another possibility is that the world is being taken over by pinheads."

"Thank you, Samus," Zelda said pointedly, "now can we all be quiet and let Peach explain?" For emphasis, she gestured to the mushroom princess, who's right hand was once again holding the gavel and looked ready to start hammering something. The silence that followed was instantaneous.

Peach calmed down and smiled. "I was thinking," she began, "that we would all pick our favourite outfit from this magazine and model them in front of all the boys!"

All the girls nodded their approval, including Samus; she liked the idea of getting to pick her own outfit, rather than letting Peach make all the decisions.

"Alright," Peach said, "let's all get to choosing!" She pulled out a thick pack of sticky notes. "Write your name, your dress size, and your favourite colour on one of these, and stick it to the page with the dress you want on it."

Every girl did as she was told, and after twenty minutes of page flipping, book sharing, and a heated argument or two over who would get which dress, five sticky notes protruded from the magazine held once again in Peach's hands.

"I'll send in all our orders," the mushroom princess said. "When they arrive, I'll call another meeting of the smash girls, and we'll all get ready to show off!"

Four days later, the meeting was called. Samus, Zelda, Nana, and Sheik were all in the meeting room on time, Nana just dashing in right before Peach arrived with an armful of large paper-wrapped packages.

"Okay, I'm going to distribute these," Peach placed the packages on the table and pulled out a sheet of paper. She ran her finger along it and stopped about halfway down the page. Muttering, she turned around and picked up the first package. "This one's for Nana!"

Nana gleefully took the package and ran out the door, eager to get to where they were holding their fashion show so she could put it on.

By the time the little ice climber was out the door, Peach had identified the next two packages. "Zelda and Samus!"

The princess and the bounty hunter followed in Nana's footsteps, and the final two packages were distributed.

"This one here is mine," Peach pointed to the package nearest to her, "so this one," she grabbed the other one, "is yours!" She presented it to Sheik. Sheik nodded her thanks, and Peach smiled.

"Let's go get changed and get this show on the road!"

"Oooh, this is so exciting!"

Peach parted the curtains of the stage just wide enough for one sky blue eye to see through. Seated in the theatre chairs were all the boys she had invited: Link, who looked bored; Marth, who was trying to look engaged; Ike, who seemed anxious; Popo, who looked excited; Mario, who was continuously checking his nonexistent watch, and Pit, who seemed to have spotted something he found funny and was snickering.

Peach whirled away from the curtains to face the four other girls. "Okay, let's figure out the order we'll go on in." She began to instruct them. "I'll go first, obviously." She placed herself right in front of the curtain. "Samus, you come behind me, and Zelda'll be next." The two girls moved into position as Peach continued directing. "Nana, you're fourth, and Sheik will be last."

"Oh, yay," Sheik remarked as she moved into the line, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I thought you didn't want to be here," Nana said good-naturedly, turning around.

Sheik rolled her red eyes. "I don't, so the least the stuck-up mushroom chick could do is not have me be last so I could leave sooner."

Nana shrugged and gave a small smile, then turned around. Peach had produced a microphone and was speaking into it; her voice could be heard all through the theatre.

"Welcome, everyone," she began, voice almost superficially perky, "to the first annual smash girls fashion show!" She paused for applause, and aside from a few claps, was not satisfied. She continued on anyway. "Get ready to be amazed!" She put down the microphone, and clapped her hands. Catchy pop music started to play and Peach stepped out of the curtains and onto the stage.

From where Marth was seated in the crowd, the second the curtains opened and the stage lights blazed on, all there seemed to be was some sort of sparkling and shimmering creature standing up before them. He and the others beside him all threw up their arms in an effort to shield their eyes. When the shimmering thing moved out of the lights, they could finally see just what it was, and were stunned.

Peach stood at the front of the stage, in all her mushroom-y glory. Her blond hair was curled in perfect ringlets, her makeup just right. Her dress was a deep green sleeveless that reached all the way to the floor, with a faceted emerald belt and white lace trim. She wore her standard white gloves, but these had green lace on them.

All the boys were in awe, but Mario's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He stood up on his chair and clapped loudly, cheering in Italian. Peach had no idea what he was saying, but reasoned it was a compliment, so she smiled at him and waggled her fingers. Then, she glided off stage and made room for Samus.

Samus didn't want to go on that stage any more than Sheik did, but unlike the latter, Samus enjoyed toying with the men. She strutted on to the stage with absolute confidence and did her best to look like she owned it, and if Marth's opinion was anything to go by, she did that extremely well.

Her hair was worn long, and while it drove her crazy, she knew it looked good. Her makeup was all neutral tones. The dress she wore was black velvet, with short sleeves accented with black gems. The whole ensemble came to just above her knees, and on her feet she wore tall black boots. It is safe to assume that Marth was not the only one who was head over heels in that moment.

After being subjected to much applause, Samus had had enough and left the stage to be replaced by Zelda. The princess came on with a quiet aura of grace, in a modest dress that perfectly suited her personality. Her brown hair was curled up in a lovely fashion, and her burgundy dress, which reached to the floor, was held up by braided straps. The back was open and laced up. Needless to say, Link was thrilled and applauded loudly, making sure Zelda saw him there and waved at her when she did.

Once Zelda had left the stage, Nana skipped on. Her mousey brown hair was in two low ponytails, and her dress was all pink ruffles. Her shoes were cute little pink flats, and her smile reached from ear to ear.

"Nana!" Popo called out from the audience. "Nana! Over here!"

Nana looked over. "Popo!"

"You look perfect!"

Nana blushed the same shade as her dress in response to the praise from her brother. She waved at him, and at the rest of the little audience, before skipping off gleefully.

Sheik was the last to take the stage. She was hoping to get on there, stand for a moment or two, and then get off, but the gasp of awe followed by cheering and applause made her stand for a moment longer, smiling slightly.

Ike was the most awed. He couldn't get over how beautiful Sheik looked in her white heels, her white strapless dress that came down to her ankles, and the white flower that sat ever so elegantly in her long, dirty blond hair. Of course, Sheik's outfit would not be complete if not for the huge black and white floral patterned scarf around her neck.

After Sheik left the stage, the lights went out and Peach came back on the microphone. "Thank you for coming. You all have permission to leave now."

"One question," Link yelled out. "How are we supposed to leave if we can't see anything?"

There was silence for nearly half a minute. "Oh. One moment." A large amount of shuffling could be heard, and then the lights came back on. The boys filed out, each one lost in their own thoughts. Except Pit. He was still snickering about something, and no one knew what. They decided he was crazy and left it at that.

Backstage, there was a lot of jumping up and down, squealing, and giggling.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Peach shrieked. "They loved us! They loved us!"

"It seems they did," Samus added, trying and failing to sit gracefully on one of the chairs. She eventually gave up and just plopped down on it.

"And you got some special attention from your brother, huh, sweetie?" Zelda said to Nana, ruffling the top of the smaller girl's head. Nana just blushed again.

"Well, now that that's over, I'm out," Sheik said bluntly, pulling the flower out of her hair and kicking off her heels. "I'm keeping this scarf, though."

Everyone laughed. "Fine by me," Peach smiled. "One more thing before you go."

"What?" Sheik turned around.

"If we have another one of these, will you participate again?"

Sheik thought for a moment, then smiled a little before answering, "Only if Ike comes and watches."

Peach smiled knowingly. "Of course."

Sheik smiled a little wider, then turned and walked out the door.

Oooh, now where could I be heading with THIS? Hee hee…

Yikes. 2,257 words, not counting my little rants before and after. New record! :D

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