Author's Note:
Aw phooey...the friendly guest reviewer who supplied me with numerous character requests and whatnot did not show up this time around. Was definitely looking forward to reading their review. Regardless, we do have this other anonymous reviewer:
"Here is an idea have Parappa the Rapper meet KK Slider."
Yeah, about that...I have this very, erm, strict stance on Sony characters appearing in Smash Life...so that idea will be a no-go. Now we have Derick Lindsey, with a very curious question:
"...i'm guessing that Mario and Dr. Mario, Regular and Zero Suit Samus, and Zelda and Sheik are all one person individually?"
Yes, those individuals you mentioned are indeed the same person...makes things much more easier. And more flexible!
Episode 110: PikachuDay
In last week's episode, Seattle saw one of the biggest snowstorms to hit the city in recent memory. It was a snowstorm that spurred thanks to the interim leader of the Smash Mansion, Giovanni, who plotted to freeze the entire mansion with a machine so nobody could stop him after raiding the sanctuary of its Pokemon. The machine was installed in the very attic of the mansion, and when it was turned on, sparked the winter storm that led to a snowball duel between Link and Cloud, which Link won...mainly because Cloud conceded. What, you honestly thought Link would win on his own? Bah!
The snowstorm would come to an end, when a bumbling trio accompanied by Professor Layton's apprentice Luke Triton worked together to turn the machine off. This trio was none other than the Team Rocket trio - Jessie, James, and Meowth, who sought to regain the respect Master Hand once had for them after their allegiance to Giovanni made their respect vanish away.
However, none of the credit towards turning off the machine didn't go to Team Rocket, for Master Hand refused to believe the trio would ever do something so competent. The credit instead went to the two Pokemon who were more directly responsible for turning off the machine in the first place - Pikachu and Pichu, although Pikachu received more praise than his pre-evolution friend. For their deeds, Master Hand was telling the others about Pikachu and Pichu's "heroics", and how they should be revered in Seattle throughout history for their efforts.
Master Hand: *laughs* Team Rocket? *laughs harder* Saving the day? *laughs even harder* Oh, give me a break! Those three couldn't save a kitten from a tree - they'd probably kill the kitty by accident, or even destroy the tree altogether. That trio stopping the snowstorm sounds less unbelievable than Pikachu and Pichu, who I still feel like they haven't received that much credit as they should. But I can make up for that, somehow...
To give the credit he Pikachu and Pichu rightfully deserved, Master Hand would announce a day that would be celebrated in the Smash Mansion and beyond...a day known officially as "Pikachu Day". It was a day in which you had to show respect and reverence towards Pikachu, arguably the most famous Pokemon to have ever existed, while showing Pichu the same amount of reverence. And as for Raichu...well, who cares about him? Master Hand was doing a bunch of storm to celebrate the inaugural Pikachu Day, by making t-shirts in the printing room with Zero's printer.
"Honestly, Master Hand, I have no clue what these t-shirts have to do with Pikachu Day," remarked Ayaha, left in charge of making these t-shirts. They were black in color, and had the tagline "HEY HEY HEY, IT'S PIKACHU DAY!" written in yellow, with a picture of Pikachu's head above the text. Ayaha was holding one of the t-shirts up, looking at it inquisitively. "How does wearing them show reverence?"
"Because it shows to everyone that you are acknowledging Pikachu, and that you respect him enough to show others how truly important he is," replied Master Hand, who was thinking about selling the Pikachu Day t-shirts throughout town. An excellent cash grab for raising money for his Lamborghini. "Think about it this way - if you're seen in public, wearing an Adidas t-t-shirt, then you're spreading awareness about about Adidas, and proving that you respect Adidas enough to wear their products for others to see. Wearing these Pikachu Day t-t-shirts is all about creating awareness, creating dialogue, making others follow your lead..."
"...so what you're trying to say is, wearing the t-t-shirts is supposed to be like some kind of protest. Since protests are all about awareness and dialogue and stuff. Also, Pikachu is the most popular Pokemon to have ever existed, so I don't know what awareness you're talking about..."
"Are old people as aware of Pikachu as younger generations are?" Ayaha was unable to answer this; she was left stumped. "Hahaha, checkmate! Making these t-t-shirts won't hurt a fly, so you should have nothing to worry about, my precious Ayaha. Now if you excuse me, I must pay Mario a visit." Master Hand would vanish away from the printing room...
...and would appear in the living room of Mario's home, where he would spot Peach tidying up things around the house. Mario was nowhere to be found, much to Master Hand's chagrin.
"Happy Pikachu Day, everyone!" Master Hand greeted rather loudly, hoping his loud voice would bring Mario downstairs, if he was even home. Mario didn't show up, but Peach was startled to hear Master Hand.
"Uh, Happy Pikachu Day to you too, Master Hand," Peach would say to the giant hand as she stopped her cleaning, surprised to see him here. "Mario informed me about your plans to start a day known as 'Pikachu Day'...I had no idea you were that serious about your claims."
"You underestimate me too much, Princess Peach...you know that I'm serious about everything. Whether's it my Lamborghini, my duties as the head of the mansion, or even my sleep schedule." Master Hand sleeps? Who knew! "Though I wouldn't call it sleeping...it's more like hibernation, which I do whenever I'm bored at night. It's not fun when everyone's asleep. People can be so boring sometimes. Anyways, I brought you a souvenir, to commemorate this inaugural Pikachu Day!"
The souvenir in question was a Pikachu Day t-t-shirt, which Master Hand handed to Peach. The princess would accept the t-shirt, and held it up to her chest, to see if it was the perfect size.
"Ooh, this t-shirt should fit perfectly!" gleamed Peach, leaving Master Hand dismayed. He really wanted to see the princess actually try the t-shirt on. "Thank you for this t-shirt, Master Hand - it would look nice in my wardrobe!"
Peach: *with the Pikachu Day t-shirt in her possession* I don't really have that many clothes to wear around the house - this pink dress is practically the only thing I wear - so maybe wearing this t-shirt should be a little change-up from what I typically wear. I wonder if Mario would love to see me wearing skinny jeans...I bet you he fantasizes about me wearing jeans at night.
"You're welcome, Princess Peach - you're more than free to get another Pikachu Day t-shirt at the next Pikachu Day, before I start charging people for the t-shirts," said Master Hand, as Peach continued to check out her t-shirt. "The next Pikachu Day is tomorrow, by the way." Upon hearing this, Peach slowly looked up at Master Hand, with a confused expression written on her face.
"Silly Master Hand, you can't celebrate Pikachu Day everyday, that would make no sense," smiled Peach, who believed Master Hand was becoming in over his head. "Just pick one day out of the calendar, and stick to it. Celebrating everyday would be too much!"
"Au contraire, birthdays are celebrated everyday, aren't they? Sure there are different people involved, but each and every day a birthday is being celebrated. Pikachu Day are just like birthdays, except that the celebration lasts the entire day, for 24 hours, rather than just at a party with balloons and cake and presents."
"...and that's-a pretty much the reason why Yoshi was-a hiding in our dishwasher last-a night," Mario spoke with Lana, as the two made their way downstairs. Uponarriving at the living room, they would find Master Hand. "Master Hand?" said Mario, caught by surprise.
"Happy Pikachu Day, you two - bought you some t-shirts, free as charged!" Master Hand would toss two Pikachu Day t-shirts at Mario and Lana, as the plumber and tomb raider glanced at them. "For the record, we don't have any small-sized t-shirts, so you'll just have to rock the medium-sized t-shirts until further notice."
"I thought you said this whole 'Pikachu Day' thing would be just a hoax..." Lara said to Mario, who was inspecting the front and back of his t-shirt. He was genuinely surprised by how much Master Hand was going all in with this Pikachu Day thing.
"I was-a hoping it would-a be a hoax, Lara - but I'm afraid-a my greatest fears-a have been realized." Mario, once he was done looking at his t-shirt, gazed up at Master Hand. "How did you make-a these t-shirts, Master Hand?"
"With Zero's magical printer, of course. I've left Ayaha in charge of making the t-shirts, so if you ever wanted another t-shirt, you know the gal to ask. I must deliver more of these t-shirts - spread as much awareness as I possibly can. Ta-ta!"
And with that, Master Hand would vanish away from the living room, leaving Mario and company perplexed. This whole "Pikachu Day" thing sounded like it could be a disaster, and with Master Hand spearheading things, anything was possible.
Nobody was more of a happy camper than Link, who was feeling pretty ecstatic about his favorite football team going to the Super Bowl. No, it wasn't the Vikings, who he claimed to be a fan of in episode 58...it was actually the Philadelphia Eagles who were the Hylian's favorite team. What with the Eagles' primary color being green, Link being a fan of the Eagles wasn't that hard to believe. Besides, he only liked the Vikings because "they wield swords and stuff"...not a particularly strong reason to like a football team.
The Eagles would play in the Super Bowl in Minneapolis, against the ever dominant New England Patriots. Patriots vs Eagles...take the Patriots out, and that matchup would be fine. So while Falco was dealing with his Falcons' playoff loss, and while Mario was looking forward to the NFL Draft, Link had his eyes set on the big prize.
Link: Although I said I liked the Vikings, I've always bled green for the Eagles. I love green. If not for my fellow residents stealing my rupees, I would've had enough funds to purchase my own Eagles jersey. What jersey would I get, you might ask? I might as well get a customized one, with the number 86 on the back and the word "PIMP" as the name. Sure, Zelda will have a problem with that choice, but it's all about real recognizing real.
Cloud: Link told me about his "pimp" jersey idea...and truthfully, I think that's the dumbest waste of money ever in existence. Nobody is ever going to call Link a "pimp", not to mention that nobody would never take him seriously ever again. Dude should just get some blonde braids, like that guy in the Vikings logo, so he could honor his Vikings fanhood. Downside is that people would mistake Link for a girl, but I'm sure people have made that same mistake before regardless...
Link would stroll his way down to the living room, where he would find Hisui, Kohaku, Jigglypuff, and Ness working on a banner - a Super Bowl banner, to be exact. It had the Patriots logo on one side, and the Eagles logo on the other side, with the words "Super Bowl LII" in between. Had a ton of pizzazz, such as glitter.
"Hey Link, what do you think of our Super Bowl banner?" Ness would ask the Hylian, after he saw him making his presence known. "Sonic and Tails wanted to redeem themselves last year, after Lucario destroyed their banner, and so they asked us to to assist them yet again in making a banner for this year's Super Bowl. What do you think of our progress so far?"
"The banner already has an automatic two thumbs up, just for the Eagles logo!" exclaimed Link, biased as he can be. "Could use a bit more greem, but other than that, I'm digging the progress so far. Hopefully this banner makes it until the end of the day."
"Yeah, that's what we're hoping for - I'm gonna lose it if this banner gets torn like the last one," said Hisui, who was still feeling pretty salty about last year. "It was pretty nice for the knitting club to make those quilts, really spruces up the living room a bit." Those quilts - one blue-colored with the Patriots logo, and the other a green-colored one with an Eagles logo - were hanging up for Link to see. "Got the Patriots on one side, and the Vikings on the other...the Inklings are gonna paint this living room in blue and green tomorrow, they said."
"Hisui had no idea patriots were actual people," sneered Kohaku, as she pointed and laughed at her older brother. It's okay, Hisui - Tom Brady made a similar mistake when drafted by the Patriots.
"Shut up Kohaku, you had no idea the Patriots were people too! Like I'm supposed to know what a patriot's supposed to be! I didn't even know New England is a region! What, are you gonna point and laugh at me for that?! Go ahead, be my freaking guest!"
"Wow Hisui, you are such a hot-head...just like Falco. Frankly I'm surprised the two of you aren't best friends. You would be perfect for each other!" Hisui would ignore his sister, as he resumed working on the banner.
"Man, where the heck is Sonic and Tails, their break should be over by now!" said Ness, as he was drawing the Lombardi trophy onto the banner. "This banner isn't going to finish itself!" How about we see where Sonic and Tails are, shall we?
The two best friends, along with Knuckles, were in Cilan's room, indulging themselves with some food Cilan had prepared for the Super Bowl. The connoisseur had made a "super secret" guacamole dip, and he had vowed not to let a single soul taste it...that is, until Sonic incessantly annoyed him to no end about what food Cilan would be serving on February 4th.
Unable to withstand Sonic's annoying nature, Cilan would eventually cave in, and give Sonic and friends a sneak preview of what he had in store for the Super Bowl party, introducing them to his special guacamole dip. Cilan was holding a bowl of guacamole in one hand, and a bowl of chips in the other, as Sonic and company ate the guacamole-covered chips in delight.
"Remember, you three, no double-dipping!" informed Cilan, making sure to keep a very close eye on Sonic. Perhaps the most likely person to double dip. "I'm saving this guacamole for the Super Bowl, where it'll be kept in my private fridge until it is time."
"Does double-dipping involve this?" asked Sonic, as he grabbed a chip, dipped it into the guacamole, took a bite out of it, and dipped it into the guacamole once more before eating the chip entirely. Cilan, with a very stern frown, nodded his head. "Okay, just making sure, because I did that like a dozen times already, when you weren't looking. Thanks for the heads up!"
Cilan: Well then...guess I'll be making a fresh new bowl of guacamole. Good thing I still have the recipe and my ingredients.
While Sonic and Knuckles were helping themselves with the guacamole dip, they couldn't help but notice that Tails was the only one eating the chips without any guacamole on them. Consuming chips without any dip was a major transgression at any party or get-together, and Tails was breaking the golden rule. Doing this at the Super Bowl party would give him a bad reputation.
"Tails, you weirdo, how can you possibly eat naked chips?" Knuckles questioned his friend, shaking his head in disdain. "What's so wrong with adding a little flavor? Do you hate guacamole or something? Or did you come just for the chips? You definitely came for the chips, huh?! Freeloader!"
"I'm not a freeloader, and I don't hate guacamole," clarified Tails, although that didn't change the weird and judgmental looks Sonic and Knuckles were giving him. "I just...wanted to spend some time with you guys, that's all." A very pathetic excuse for Sonic and Knuckles.
"Cilan made his special guacamole from the heart, and this is how you show your appreciation for his food prowess?" asked Sonic, hoping his question would give Tails a sense of sympathy and care. "He didn't make his guacamole just for specific people...he made it for ALL of us, and all includes you too, Tails!"
"Sonic's right, Tails - we just want you to taste and see how special this guacamole truly is," Knuckles agreed with Sonic, trying to put the pressure on Tails to try out the guacamole. "Either you eat that guacamole, and enjoy it, or we're gonna have to force you to eat it!"
"Alright you two, let's not get ahead of ourselves..." Tails reasoned with his friends, chuckling nervously as he backed away a little. "Cilan's fine with me not eating the guacamole, it's you guys who are..."
"Cilan not saying anything about the matter doesn't mean he's fine with your perverse choices. Now you eat that guacamole, or else consequences will follow!"
"Tails if you don't eat the guacamole Cilan made, I'm gonna tell the entire world about the secret crush you have on Blaze," threatened Sonic, and he was being dead serious about his threat, too. "Don't make me pour slander over your kid-friendly image!"
"Please, you guys, this is getting out of hand..." said a nervous Tails, as he was preparing to back out of the room. Sonic and Knuckles drew closer, eyeing their friend with evil intentions. "I just don't want to eat the guacamole, okay?! Is that so hard for you to accept?"
"Quick, Knuckles, grab Tails before he can make an important life decision!" ordered Sonic, as Knuckles ran behind Tails and held his arms behind his back. Sonic would take a chip, and dip it into the guacamole, before walking towards Tails with the chip in his possession. "Trust me Tails, this is gonna hurt you more than it's gonna hurt me...just eat the chip, and let this whole thing be over with..."
"No, you can't do this to me, you can't just force me to eat that...I thought you two were my friends..." Tails did his best to fight out of Knuckles' grip, but the echidna was too strong. "Cilan help me please, I beg of..."
Before Tails could even finish his sentence, Sonic would thrust the guacamole-covered chip into Tails' mouth, as Knuckles made the yellow fox chew the chip and swallow it. Sonic, Knuckles, and Cilan would wait, desiring to hear what Tails had to say about the guacamole.
"...gotta admit, that guacamole is actually pretty delicious!" the yellow fox exclaimed; Sonic and Knuckles let out a sigh of relief, while Cilan smiled with glee. "For a minute there I thought I was gonna.
Then out of nowhere, Tails would get sores all over his face and body, and then his entire body would swell up. Tails went from your ordinary yellow fox to a round ball of sorts, with sores all over his body.
Cilan: I always inspect my ingredients before I cook my dishes, to ensure that my ingredients are healthy and consumable. That way I won't have to worry about the possibility of someone accruing an illness or ailment from my delicious creations. Remaking the guacamole should be no different...
"NO, TAILS, YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THIS!" exclaimed Sonic, as he and Knuckles were panicky about the condition of their best friend. "You did this to him, did you?!" Sonic angrily pointed at Cilan, instilling fear in the connoisseur. "You had it out for Tails all along, and this was your opportunity to strike...to give him guacamole that would make him all swollen! What's your ulterior motive? Tell us, TELL US!"
"Why would I want to harm Tails for?" questioned Cilan, as he saw Sonic and Knuckles were ready to throw some hands with him. Cilan would probably just let his Simisage do all the work for him. "It was YOU who wanted to bring Tails to my room, to try out my guacamole - if I wanted to harm Tails, I would have brought him to my room myself! Tails must be allergic to the guacamole, that's all, which is why he didn't want any."
"Tails, allergic to guacamole of all things?" Sonic refused to accept the validity of this, for he believed that it was a sign that he didn't know his best friend that well. "You never told me that Tails was allergic to guacamole!" the hedgehog yelled at Knuckles.
"Oh yeah, well you never told me Tails was allergic to guacamole either!" Knuckles would fire back, getting all up in Sonic's grill. "Which makes it a double negative, how about that! Some friend you're supposed to be!"
"Like you're the one to talk Knuckles, you didn't know either! But Tails never told us about his allergies before we came here, so he's just as much in the wrong as we are. That means it's a TRIPLE negative! Booyah!"
"Can you two please stop arguing with one another and find some cure for my allergies?" Tails would ask Sonic and Knuckles, his voice slightly muffled. "Sorry I didn't tell you guys about my allergies, okay? I thought you wouldn't understand..."
"I highly recommend that you two take Tails to Leia or Dr. Mario right away, before Tails' swelling becomes even worse," Cilan advised Sonic and Knuckles, as he put the guacamole and chips away. "And while you do that, I'll make myself another batch of my secret guacamole. I should put some teal color dye in it, to represent the Jaguars colors..."
"Shut up Cilan, this was your fault all along, giving in to Sonic like that," responded Knuckles; he couldn't let the connoisseur get away without any blame. "Make that a quadruple negative...yeah that sounds stupid. Let's just take Tails to the fitness center, pronto."
"Pikachu Day, it's Pikachu Day...don't shed a tear 'cause it's Pikachu Day!"
Master Hand would sing this fine lovely tune as he went to go pay Pit and Kirby a visit. Apparently for whatever reason, the giant hand placed the angel and the puffball in charge of creating new customs/traditions for Pikachu Day, to make the day bigger than any other day on the calendar. Master Hand wanted to give such duties to Fox and Falco, but a) both Star Fox pilots had their hands full with Roy's musical group, Straight Fiyah, and b) the pilots straight up turned down the offer.
Fox: While we appreciate what Master Hand is doing in regards to the first ever Pikachu Day, Falco and I had to turn down MH's offer to make Pikachu Day bigger than it is now. But for one reason...there's no Star Fox Day yet!
Falco: Star Fox Day would operate the exact way as Pikachu Day, what with everyone celebrating on a daily basis, but with a twist...everyone is forced to talk about how great the Star Fox games are (...even the less critically acclaimed ones) and anyone who says anything about those games will be sentenced to jail.
Fox: And they would remain in jail, until the very next Star Fox Day...which would be the next day, essentially. That means if you get arrested on Star Fox Day, at 12:00 A.M...you would have to remain in jail until 12:00 A.M. of the very next Star Fox Day. So it's just a day-long sentence, no harm done whatsoever.
Master Hand would find Pit and Kirby in the lounge, accompanied by the two distinguished stars of Pikachu Day, Pikachu and Pichu. The mouse Pokemon were watching with curious eyes, as Pit and Kirby working on a banner of sorts.
"How's it coming along boys, anything special you wanna show me?" Master Hand would ask Pit and Kirby, as they were working on the banner. "I'll try and keep an open mind, if I can."
"We have been working long and hard on a banner for Pikachu Day," explained Kirby, as he put on the finishing touches on the banner. "And now it's done, ready for viewing!" Pit and Kirby would get up as the stretched the banner out, with the words "Happy Pikachu Day!" written across a white banner. It was such a moving banner...well, at least to Master Hand. Made the giant hand tear up, if he had eyes.
"That, that is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my nonexistent eyes upon. What could possibly be more beautiful than that wonderful masterpiece?" The answer to Master Hand's question would soon arrive, when Celica entered the lounge holding a yellow flag.
"Pit, Kirby, we have finished working on the Pikachu flag, just as you asked," the princess announced, as she held up the flag. It was a yellow flag that had Pikachu's head in the middle, Pichu's head (two of them) on the side, and several Poke Balls in-between the heads.
"Nice job Celica, that flag looks awesome!" exclaimed Pit, giving Celica a thumbs up seal of approval. "It would look nice outside the mansion!" Master Hand turned around and saw the flag, and was at a total loss of words.
"Celica, on behalf of everyone who has judged you, I forgive you for joining the knitting club, and I have forgiven the knitting club as well, just for making that flag," the giant hand spoke up, after finding the courage to speak. "Screw hanging that flag outside the mansion...we should hang it at the Washington State Building! No, we need to go further than that, shoot for the stars...we'll hang it up at the White House! Pikachu Day will be the biggest thing ever!"
"...and this is why starting up Pikachu Day was a bad idea from the start," Celica muttered as she handed Pit the flag and left, while Master Hand rambled on about how big Pikachu Day should be. Was comparing Pikachu Day to Christmas Day and all sorts of things.
"Hey Master Hand, Kirby and I were talking, and we thought that Pikachu Day deserved a theme song, an anthem," said Pit, as Master Hand stopped rambling and paid Pit his uninvited attention. "Something catchy, something people can remember, something people can relate to..."
"That sounds like a splendid idea!" gleamed Master Hand; an anthem for Pikachu Day could definitely take things to a whole new level. "Just don't pick the Pokemon theme song, that would be a very predictable choice. Unless you're making an original song of your own..."
"We are making an original song, thought it won't be us doing the work..." If not Pit and Kirby, then who else?
Cloud: No, I do not care for Pikachu Day. And I never will care for Pikachu Day either. I just find it weird...one moment, Pikachu was just your ordinary Pokemon, then he stops the snowstorm in Seattle and then BOOM! Master Hand anoints him and praises him like a folk hero, as if he led the Jews to the promised land or something. It would be scary seeing how far Pikachu Day would progress, especially with Master Hand as the ever-ambitious circus ringleader. Sooner or later, I'll be living in a nightmare...
Cloud was never the kind of guy to be into sports. Sure, he'd watch a game every now and then, but other than that, the swordsman would spend his days hanging out with Aerith, or brooding over how horrible life was. As if his life wasn't sucky already, it would suck ten times more when Sora made his arrival, and the Keyblade wielder was bracing himself for his first Super Bowl.
And by no means was Cloud going to teach him how the Super Bowl worked. Someone else would have to take the fall for him.
"I'm telling you Aerith, you HAVE to teach Sora about the Super Bowl, before the big game," Cloud would stress this to Aerith, as she was working in the gardens. "He will be asking questions throughout the entire game, and ruin the watching experience for everyone."
"Lloyd was asking football questions last year, and you had no problem with it," smirked Aerith, as she watered the flowers. Some flowers were green, others were blue...the team colors of the Eagles and Patriots, respectively. "So why would Sora be any different?"
"Because out of everyone else, he would ask me the most. I could hide from Sora in my room, but Master Hand would probably hunt me down, so I can't let that happen. Or I could stay at Mario's place, or Luigi's. Master Hand would be fine with that."
Pit and Kirby would enter the gardens, and there in plain daylight was the goddess of nature, Viridi, happily watering the plants. Just the person Pit needed for the Pikachu Day anthem.
"Viridi, we must speak with you, it's a matter of life or death!" Pit called out to the goddess, as he and Kirby ran to her. "You still know how to play the piano, right?" Viridi soon feared for the worst, for she knew where this conversation would be headed.
"I have been practicing my piano-playing skills in secret," Viridi reluctantly answered, expecting Pit to erupt into a cackling fit of laughter. She took a step back, in the event such a laughing fit were to happen.
"Excellent! Because we need you to provide some instrumental accompaniment for our Pikachu Day song." Viridi let out a sigh of relief - for a minute, she was afraid Pit was going back to his "broken" ways.
"I'd be more than happy to play the piano for you and Kirby, if you like. But if I'm playing the piano, then who's doing the singing?"
"The singing will be provided...from those two." Pit would point at Cloud and Aerith, the two lovebirds still talking about Sora. A confused Viridi looked up at Pit, oddly determined, then at Cloud and Aerith, and then back at Pit. Was Pit for real?
"You must be sorely mistaken Pit, Cloud and Aerith are NOT singers. Your best bet would be to get one of the idol singers, or even get Azura from the Nohr kingdom to sing the vocals for your song."
"But little do you know, Viridi, that Cloud and Aerith are secretly a pop singing duo...sure they may not look the part (especially Cloud), but when you hear them sing..." Pit shook his head, as if he had heard Cloud and Aerith sing before. "...you'll be blown away in an instant."
Viridi: Cloud and Aerith, a pop singing duo? *laughs, then shakes her head* Next thing you know, Pit is going to tell me that Wolf O'Donnell is an award-winning comedian, doing night shifts at the biggest American venues.
"Stay put, Viridi...we gotta make our move," Pit said to the goddess of nature, as he coolly walked towards Cloud and Aerith. Viridi remained confused, as Kirby was left with no choice but to follow Pit. The two friends would reach Cloud and Aerith, as the two lovebirds were still talking about Sora.
"So what if Sora burned his hand while operating a desktop computer, it was a good learning experience for him regardless!" Aerith said to Cloud, sticking up for Sora, before she and Cloud saw Pit and Kirby standing by. "Yes, may we help you two?"
"A good friend of mine told me about how you were the biggest pop singing duo in the world right now," Pit started the conversation, as Cloud and Aerith exchanged concerned looks with one another. "We need your excellent singing abilities for the anthem we plan to make for Pikachu Day."
"Tell your 'friend' that he's a stupid idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about," responded Cloud, knowing for a fact that Pit's "good friend" did not exist. "Oh, and while you're at it, tell Master Hand that having a Pikachu Day anthem is straight up overkill."
"The anthem idea was our idea, not Master Hand's. And we need your singing talents for this idea to come to fruition. We won't settle for anyone less."
"Are you sure you aren't mistaking us for another singing duo?" asked Aerith; what other singing duo could Pit possibly be referring to? Aerith couldn't think of anyone at the moment. "I know you aren't talking about K.K. Slider and Jigglypuff, since they're not really a duo; they only sing on Saturdays. And Jigglypuff can't speak English!"
"We completely understand if you're backing off on the offer, for we are aware about how you wish to keep your musical careers a secret. Learning that you're a pop singing duo would be a hard pill for anyone to swallow. Kirby and I will give you the rest of the day to think over the offer, so take your time!"
So Pit and Kirby would leave the gardens, heading back inside, as Cloud and Aerith wondered where Pit's head was at. Viridi was left wondering the same thing.
In last week's episode, Leia was working with Dr. Mario to cure Luigi's common cold, and was left surprised when Dr. Mario recommended that one of Link's potions would be the cure. Left Leia questioning the mustached plumber. Now, the nurse was back at the mansion doing her thing, as she treated a splinter Ema had on her finger.
"This is only going to hurt just a smidge..." Leia warned Ema, tweezers in hand, as she eyed the splinter in Ema's index finger. It was a pretty big splinter too - fairly deep into Ema's skin. Using the tweezers, Leia would grab the splinter, pulling it out very slowly and gently, as Ema winced in pain. The wincing would continue until Leia pulled the splinter out completely. "There! We're done! Wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Guess it wasn't as bad as I anticipated, got a little scared there..." replied Ema, wiping the sweat off her forehead, as Leia fetched a band aid to patch up Ema's finger. That sweat on Ema's forehead indicated that the forensics expert was very scared. "I never had a splinter of that magnitude before!"
Ema: I acquired the splinter from the buddy cops, Toon Link and Young Link, who wished to arrest me for wearing glasses indoors. I kindly tried to plead my case, but those Links would fire their arrows at me, as I made a run for it. One of those bows caught the very tip of my index finger, which is how I got the splinter. That dumb splinter stung a lot, but witnessing the Links act like tough men in their misguided delusion and imagination...that stung just as much, if not more.
"Leia, Leia, I need your help, and I need it real bad!" Doc Louis rushed inside the room, alerting Ema and Leia just when Leia placed the band aid on Ema's finger. "It's my boy, Little Mac...he told me that he might reconsider being a Patriots fan after the Super Bowl!"
"Wasn't he...a Patriots fan regardless?" questioned Ema, leading Doc Louis to look down at the floor and shake his head. Clearly Ema did not know the full severity of the situation at hand.
"Not a real Patriots fan, by any means...he only became a fan of them after they won last year's Super Bowl. Two years ago, he liked the Denver Broncos. Three years ago, he liked the Patriots! And four years ago, he was a fan of a different team...you see the pattern? Little Mac is a flip-flopping bandwagoner who switches his favorite teams depending on who wins the big title! Poor guy can't stick to one team..."
"And what do you want me to do about it?" asked Leia, seeing how distressed Doc Louis was about his protege. The boxing trainer cared that much for Little Mac, even going as far as dictating what the young boxer was supposed to like. "I mean, I could always talk Little Mac out of..."
"Yeah, that's what you're gonna do - you and Little Mac are gonna have a conversation, and you're gonna sway his mind and talk him out of the poor decision he's making! It's the only way! But no, it may not be convincing enough...you keep your butt here, I'll be right back!" Doc Louis would run out of the room in a jiffy, running like he was at a track meet.
"You know, I've always considered Doc Louis' love for Little Mac to be his eventual downfall...and we might be witnessing the beginning of this downfall." How surprising that such a downfall hadn't started already...
The members of Straight Fiyah - Roy, Marth, Ike, Chrom, Robin, Alm, and Berkut (Corrin was absent) - were in the recording studio with Fox and Falco, ready to begin their singing training with their singing coach, Ulala. Only thing was, Ulala wasn't a singer, but rather a futuristic space reporter who just so happened to dance in order to defeat evil aliens from taking over the galaxy and stuff. Ulala sure wasn't here...but hey, at least Mamori - the "secondary" singing coach - was present!
"So how long do I have to be here?" Mamori asked Fox and Falco; she could be with Ashley and Asuka in the kitchen right now, filming the latest episode of Microwave Idol Mamorin. Unfortunately, that episode would have to be put on hold. "I have things to do today, you know!"
"Why don't you ask Roy, he's the one who put you through this crap in the first place," said Fox, who along with Falco didn't want to be here as much as Mamori did. "You know what, I'll ask him...yo, Roy, just how long is this singing training session thing or whatever?" Fox would ask the swordsman.
"Should be five or six hours at the minimum, depending on how much progress is made in terms of our singing abilities," replied Roy, leading his bandmates to groan and moan and all that good stuff. "If we all sound pitch perfect, and in tune...then we might end our training early."
"Can't we just end it now, for the sake of everyone?" suggested Berkut; Roy would probably be the only person to say no. He was very determined. "I mean, what are the odds of Ulala even showing up? Isn't she from the future?"
"She is from the future, but I had Sonic contact Ulala, since those two are pretty tight from their racing days. Sonic has informed me that Ulala should be showing up today, since today's her day off from her 'space reporter' job."
Sonic: Yes, I did call Ulala, as instructed by Roy...told him to stay clear of this mansion as much as possible. Don't want her first visit to be a fruitless waste of time. Also, that whole bit I mentioned to Ulala about eight sword guys wanting to start a boy band was more than enough to drive her away.
Because Ulala was supposed to come today, Roy and company remained in the recording studio, expecting the space reporter's arrival. They waited, and waited, and waited even more...but all that waiting would be for naught, given Sonic told her to stay away from the mansion. By no means was Mamori going to step up to the plate and coach Straight Fiyah.
"Be right back boys, gotta make a quick stop to the bathroom..." Mamori kindly told Roy and company, as she left the recording studio. Roy didn't mind, and his bandmates didn't care, but Falco knew what was up.
"She ain't coming back, is she?" the smirking avian pilot murmured to Fox, who also smirked as he shook his head. "Ha ha...well played, well played..."
While Master Hand was away, Ayaha had made so many Pikachu Day t-shirts, that she had seemingly turned the printing room into a warehouse for storing things. There were so many t-shirts, that Ayaha had to store some of them in cardboard boxes. There were now t-shirts of many different sizes - small, medium, large, extra large, and extra EXTRA large...just for fatties like King Dedede and King K. Rool. Gotta compensate for everyone.
"Master Hand is being quite serious about these shirts, I will admit," remarked Zelda as she was in the printing room, holding up a t-shirt and taken back by it, for some reason. Could be because of how simplistic the t-shirts were. "He's not planning on...selling them, is he?"
"He has given it some thought apparently; he would only use the funds for his Lamborghini anyways," replied Ayaha, who was wearing a Pikachu Day t-shirt. Master Hand more than likely put the assistant up to it. "Regardless of the size, he said he would charge each t-shirt $50, which is outrageous, but this is Master Hand we're talking about...also had me making all sorts of other nonsensical crap."
"Nonsensical crap such as what?" Zelda would see what Ayaha meant, when the assistant pulled out other merch she printed from Zero's magical printer...Pikachu Day hats, Pikachu Day bobbleheads, Pikachu Day scarfs, Pikachu Day action figures, Pikachu Day underwear, and even Pikachu Day drinking caps. "Yikes, Master Hand is really going all in with this Pikachu Day thing!"
"This is just the beginning of something terrible, I tell you...this whole thing is gonna steamroll out of control, and there's nothing we can do to stop it from being a colossal catastrophe, if it hasn't already. The knitting club, they were told to make a Pikachu Day flag, and Master Hand actually wants to hang it on the flagpole near the freaking White House! He has gone off on the deep end..."
"May I have your attention ladies?" Doc Louis said as he ran into the room, stopping so he could take a breather. Once he was done, he had to ask Zelda and Ayaha an important question: "How much are those shirts? Are they free?"
"Uh, they're all free for now, but I think you would get a pass anyways since you're a resident. Unless Master Hand changes his mind."
"Oh okay, just making sure. But that's not why I'm here. It's my boy Little Mac..he's going through a state of, well, judgement and, confusion...let's just say it's a combination of both. I need some rope, but I don't know where to find any...don't ask me why I need the rope for. I know what you girls are thinking, and believe me, I don't like my man Little Mac THAT much!"
"...I have some rope in my room you could use."
Ayaha: The rope that I have is part of my survival kit, which I'm adding over time. You never know when a full-scale apocalypse breaks out. It could happen tomorrow, next week, or even next year. As far as we know, an apocalypse could start right now. *shrugs*
Cloud and Aerith still found it very laughable that Pit called them a secret "pop singing duo", one that wished to keep their careers a secret. They found it even more laughable that Pikachu Day was being blown out of proportion, to the point where Master Hand wanted such a day to have its own anthem. Just wait until those two lovebirds find out about that Pikachu Day flag.
Not even thinking about Pit's offer, Cloud and Aerith were spending some quality time together outside, trying to keep their distance from Pit. They were chilling on the porch, watching Diddy Kong and Villager play a game of catch in the front yard with a football.
"Still can't believe that Pit called us a pop singing duo," remarked Aerith, as she and Cloud witnessed Diddy Kong accidentally throwing a spiral at Villager's face, and Villager crying about it like a little baby. I mean, you don't even look like you would be a pop singer, Cloud - though you'd definitely fit in an emo band! Could be the lead singer!"
"It's because I have spiky blonde hair and a distant attitude, is it?" retorted Cloud, being less fiery than usual when someone called him emo. His girlfriend was the only one who would get a pass. "I never knew you were the type of person to judge someone, especially if that someone is your own boyfriend..."
"You know I'm just joking around Cloud, I'm sure you've taken those comments with stride. Or maybe you're just a big softie who can't take it, and is too afraid to speak up..." Aerith would tease Cloud, pinching his cheek, and Cloud would slap the flower girl's hand away.
"Please do not pinch my cheek again, that just feels...weird. Felt like I lost most of my manliness when you did that. Not that I care that much about being manly, but please just keep your hands to yourself..."
"Ha, I figured you'd be out here!" said Viridi, as she found Cloud and Aerith outside, joining them on the front porch. "Trying to get away from Pit, I assume? Honestly I can't say I blame you..." Viridi had something in her hands, and she would show it to Cloud and Aerith...it was a bunch of music sheets. "Pit personally asked me to compose the theme for the silly Pikachu Day anthem...he even threatened to call off our relationship if I didn't come up with music sheets for the anthem before the end of the day. He's crazy like that sometimes."
"Crazy is one way to put it..." Cloud would accept the music sheets from Viridi, and glanced through all the sheets. The way the notes and melodies were arranged, it made the theme almost simplistic...Pit would still approve it regardless. "If you see Pit anywhere, tell him that Aerith and I are still 'thinking over' his offer...tell him that we might have to make our decision before midnight, at like 11:59 P.M. Pit never said anything about a deadline, but that should keep him content."
"I shall pass on this information to Pit, hopefully he doesn't annoy you two about it. I'd take a walk around town if I were you. It's not raining outside, so that would be your safest bet." Viridi would take her music sheets away from Cloud, as she returned to the mansion.
Master Hand: I have the utmost confidence that Pit and Kirby are gonna do this anthem thing right - it'll be the greatest anthem ever conceived by man...or should I say, angel and puffball. It'll be better than the Star Spangled Banner, a song people claim has racist undertones. It'll be better than "O Canada", which I only hear about at hockey games. This Pikachu Day anthem, it won't have supposedly racist undertones, and it won't be sung at Canadian sports events..it'll be a song that unites people together, and be played all over the world, at places such as public schools, retirements homes, and even brothels. Not a single eye will be seen when that song is playing, I can guarantee you that!
As Diddy Kong and Villager resumed their game of catch, after Villager was done with his crying fit, Cloud would look out and see Mamori, sneaking around. It appeared as if the young idol singer was attempting to run away...in her case, she was running away from Roy and company. But most importantly Roy.
"Stay where you are Aerith, I'll be right back," Cloud said to his woman, as he left the porch to go speak with Mamori. Mamori was near Luigi's house when Cloud approached her, tapping her on the shoulder...
"STRANGER DANGER!" shrieked Mamori, as she quickly turned around and kicked Cloud in the shin. The swordsman yelled in pain and fell to his knees, as Cloud clutched the place Mamori kicked him at. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry Cloud, I had no idea you were there!"
"No, it's okay Mamori, I would've done the same thing...just not as hard," responded Cloud, as he got back on his two feet. His shin was still feeling pretty sore. "I just wanted to know why you were sneaking around. Playing a game of hide and sink with your web series buddies?"
"Not right now, though I might do that later...for now, I'm trying to distance myself from Roy. He had his 'bandmates' in attendance in the recording studio, for their singing practice...I reluctantly agreed to be their 'secondary' singing coach. The 'primary' singing coach is Ulala, who is actually a space reporter - don't think she has ever sang a single song in her life!"
"Yeah, she's more of a dancer than anything. Heard Sonic call her on the phone - that guy told her NOT to come to the mansion." Mamori, in that moment, thought that Sonic was doing the right thing; no one should ever waste their time with Straight Fiyah. "Which means Roy and his crew will be waiting for an eternity...joke's really gonna be on them."
"Ulala should stay put where she is, she has no business at the mansion. I do feel bad for leaving Fox and Falco behind with Roy...but I'm sure they already sneaked out of the recording studio as well. So Cloud, what are you up to?"
"Aerith and I were hanging out on the front porch. Pit mistook us for being a pop singing duo or something - apparently he came to us, asking us to make an anthem for Pikachu Day. The fact that Master Hand is even entertaining the idea of an anthem for his stupid day shows how stupid this 'Pikachu Day' has become."
"You should probably do what Pit says, as he's very persistent...I should know from all the times he asked me to appear on my show. Say, how about I do you and Aerith a solid, and lend my voice for this Pikachu Day anthem? I do have great vocals, after all!"
"That would be ideal...heh, talk about killing two birds with one stone. Pit forced Viridi to compose the music for the anthem; I'll go get her and tell her that your involvement."
Ever since Corrin "found out" that Emperor Palpatine was the coach of the New England Patriots, going under the alias of Bill Belichick, the prince of Nohr has been nothing but a lousy Patriots bandwagoner. He bought all sorts of Patriots merchandise, and has told the others about how "great" of a football coach Palpatine was. Corrin had yet to reach full Patriots bandwagoner mode - only thing he had to do was to proclaim that Tom Brady was the greatest football player to have ever existed.
Kamui: Corrin being a football fan is both a good thing...and a bad thing. The good thing is that he's expanded his world knowledge, and is more involved in conversations with his fellow residents...although he gets chewed out from time to time. As for the bad thing? Yeah, his love for the Patriots' coach has grown to levels I never thought would be reached. He's the only person from the Patriots franchise that he cares about; everyone else is irrelevant to him, even the quarterback! Called him obsolete! That won't sit well with other Patriots fans, but it's a good thing Corrin is in Seattle. If he called out the quarterback in Boston... *makes a nervous face*
Kamui went to her bedroom, and upon arrival, she saw Corrin on his bed, watching TV, with a Bill Belichick press conference on. Such press conferences were downright boring, as Belichick was the most boring person to walk the face of the earth, but to Corrin, it was always must-see television. Kamui went to the closet, and opened the door...and saw something that wasn't there beforehand.
"Corrin, did you build this shrine in our closet?" a concerned Kamui asked her brother, as she was looking at a shrine dedicated to who else? Bill Belichick. Had a picture of the man with several lit candles around it. "You actually built this shrine in our closet?!"
"Ah yes, the shrine of Emperor Palpatine, a fine creation if I do say so myself," answered Corrin, momentarily breaking away from his press conference. "I selected a great picture, no? Look at those wrinkles on his face, look at his angry scowl, look at the great contempt he has for his enemies in his very eyes! At one glance, you could never tell that's Palpatine in the flesh!"
"You're starting to scare me with this obsession of yours, Corrin - no normal football fan should act like this. Even as a Patriots fan like yourself. Granted there might be crazier ones out there, but still..."
"I'm just showing some respect for a ruler of the galaxy, dearest twin sister. I bet you if Palpatine saw this shrine I made for him, he would make me his right-hand man!" Palpatine replacing Darth Vader with Corrin as a right-hand man? Not in a million years!
"Corrin are you there, my boy?" asked Doc Louis as he entered the room, seeing Corrin on his bed. "Just the guy I needed to see - I need your help, and I need it NOW! Little Mac needs you!"
"But I'm not yet finished watching Palpatine's press conference - he might be dropping nuggets of knowledge about conquering the galaxy!" Doc Louis ignored what Corrin said, as he grabbed the prince ruthlessly. "I said I'm not finished!"
"We ain't got no time, boy!" shouted Doc Louis, as he ran out of the room. With Corrin gone, Kamui glanced at the closet, ready to do some cleaning.
Sonic and Knuckles would finally reach the fitness center, after spending their time arguing with one another and struggling to roll Tails through the mansion. Unfortunately for the two friends, they were too late!
"Yo Wii Fit, where did Leia run off too?" Sonic would ask Wii Fit Trainer, who was doing a slight jog around the fitness center when her name was called upon. "We need some medicine for Tails!"
"Leia had left with Doc Louis, if I'm not mistaken," replied Wii Fit, before glancing at the swollen Tails and gasping. "Whatever happened to Tails?! He looks a round, yellow ball...a swollen one at that!"
"It was his fault!" Sonic and Knuckles shouted simultaneously, pointing at one another, before looking at one another. "No, it was YOUR fault! You had as much to do with Tails as I did! GRAAAH!"
"Settle down you two, no need to fight with your friend in the condition he's in. Is it some kind of allergic reaction? There might be some allergy medicine somewhere. Stay put and behave, while I find some medicine for Tails. Okay?"
Ness: Sonic and Tails never returned to the living room... *shakes his head* I knew Sonic would ditch us, but it would be despicable if Tails ditched us too. That's so unlike him. But no matter, we're finished with our Super Bowl banner...which we'll tear in half eventually, like the last banner. Just to send a message to you-know-who. *winks*
With some assistance from Link, Hisui would hang up the finished Super Bowl banner in the living room. Ness, Kohaku, and Jigglypuff would take a look at their work, with Ness smiling with his hands on his hips.
"No Lucario to tear this banner apart this time!" remarked the teen. And would you know it, Lucario would show up, drinking from a cup of coffee. He took a look at the banner, and was left impressed.
"Gotta admit, this banner looks less crappier than the one we had at last year's Super Bowl party," the aura Pokemon gave his two cents; Ness was unsure if he should take that as a compliment. "At least some thought and effort was put into this one."
"Our banner was destroyed thanks to you...and so Lloyd had to make a last-minute banner to suffice. That's why the banner for the party last year said 'Supper Bowel' - that was Lloyd's doing."
"Me? Destroying your banner?" Lucario could only chuckle at what Ness said. "I don't remember destroying our banner! Though I do remember running away like a maniac after that stupid Empty Room challenge. Mewtwo was a few seconds away from shooting me...it's a long story."
"Hey Link, you got a minute?" Ema would approach the Hylian, grabbing his attention. "Doc Louis needs you very badly - said that it's an 'emergency'." Anything big involving Little Mac could be classified as an emergency.
"Well with the way Doc Louis put it, guess I have no reason but to see what the problem is..." said Link, before heaving a sigh. "You lead, and I'll follow..."
Sunday, February 4th was a pivotal day for Little Mac. It would be a day in which Little Mac would have to decide whether he should remain a Patriots fan, or hop on the Eagles bandwagon. Ever since "Smash Life" began filming, Little Mac had changed teams seven teams...and next month, he might make it eight!
Fresh off his personal training, Little Mac went to the arcade room, to kick some butt on Galaga. Once he was done, the boxer exited the arcade...only to be greeted by a familiar cop duo.
"Hands up where we can see 'em!" shouted Toon Link, standing with Young Link as they had their arrows pointed at Little Mac. The boxer chuckled, unable to take either Link seriously.
"There, here are my hands, you can see them in clear daylight," Little Mac held out his hands, for the Links to see. He wouldn't dare to try this stunt with actual police officers. "Now if you excuse me..." Before Little Mac could take off, Toon Link hit him in the leg with his boomerang, bringing him down to one knee, before Young Link pounced on top of him and cuffed him.
"Little Mac, you are under arrest for loyalty dysphoria!" shouted Young Link, while he was handcuffing the boxer. "Anything you say or do will be used against you in the name of law! You have the right to a lawyer...that lawyer being Doc Louis, possibly."
"Loyalty dysphoria? What in the blazing heck is that?! You punks will make up anything just to arrest someone, huh?!"
"Shut up, you worthless criminal!" Young Link would help Little Mac up to his feet, as he and Toon Link walked the cuffed boxer to who-knows-where.
Lara: Master Hand has been giving Mario "updates" about his precious Pikachu Day over the phone, and things have gotten ridiculous. First, there was the t-shirts. And now we have the flag. And the bobbleheads. And the underwear. And a bloody anthem, for crying out loud. What's next, is Master Hand going to endorse a Pikachu Day cable station? I sure hope not...
A knock was at the front door of Mario's home. With Mario in the backyard playing catch with Poochy, and Peach up in her room, possibly doing some ladies' stuff, Lara had to answer the door, hoping it wasn't someone annoying...and guess who it was.
"Happy Pikachu Day, Miss Lara Croft!" exclaimed Pit, decked in Pikachu Day gear. Standing with him was Kirby, who was wearing a Pikachu Day cap on his head. "Hope you are having a blessed Pikachu Day. Master Hand wanted me to give these out." Pit would hand Lara three Pikachu Day calendars, which had Pikachu and Pichu on the covers.
"Master Hand is really milking the crap out of Pikachu Day, I'll say," said Lara, as she flipped through the pages of one of the calendars...before noticing something was up. "Why is every day of the calendar marked as 'Pikachu Day'?"
"Because every day is Pikachu Day, including holidays and the leap day! Isn't that wonderful?" Lara begged to differ, as she felt the sudden indignation to toss the calendars into the fireplace. Only if there was a fire going on.
"I'm-a baaack!" Mario announced to nobody in particular, when he returned to his home with Poochy through the back door. He saw Lara standing at the front door, and came over to see what was going on. "Lara who's-a at the door?"
"Pit and Kirby came over to give me...this," Lara would show the calendars to Mario, before showing him what was inside said calendars. Showed them the different pictures of Pikachu for every month, and most importantly, every day of the calendar being marked "Pikachu Day". "Don't you think this is a bit excessive, Mario?"
"Yeah, I'll-a say!" Mario frowned as he looked up at Pit and Kirby, who thought there was nothing wrong with the Pikachu Day calendars. "Have you boys-a lost your darn minds?! Nobody would-a buy these calendars!"
"Of course, a broke cheapskate like yourself would say such an idiotic thing," remarked Pit, as he Mario tried to throw some hands with Pit, only for Lara to hold him back with just her arm. "We'll give the rest of these calendars to Luigi, Daisy, and Yuffie, and once we're done, we're going to see if Cloud and Aerith accepted our offer to sing the anthem for Pikachu Day. It'll be the greatest song ever conceived, I tell you!"
"This Pikachu Day is snowballing out of proportion, just as I expected..." remarked Lara, after Pit closed the front door. And it was only the first Pikachu Day...
Roy and company...well, just Roy...were waiting impatiently for Ulala to show up, as well as for Mamori to return to the recording studio. Little did they know that Ulala was told by Sonic not to come to the mansion, and that Mamori was preparing herself for singing the Pikachu Day anthem. But hey, at least Fox and Falco were still around, noodling around on their phones.
"While we wait for Ulala and Mamori, I think we should designate who the leader of the group should be," Roy said to his bandmates, bored out of their minds. "Since this boy band was my idea, I think I should be the leader of Straight Fiyah!"
"Correct me if I'm wrong Roy, but you specifically named me to be the lead singer, because I'm supposedly the oldest member," Chrom spoke up; the prince didn't want to be the lead guy, but it was a role he had to embraced...for now, until Lucina's plan came into motion. "Lead singers are usually the leader of boy bands..."
"Well we're a different breed, we do things our way, whether people like it or not. Although you're our lead singer, I'll be the leader! This band idea was MY idea, and a leader like myself deserves all the credit!"
"That is ludicrous, you can't just name yourself the leader like that! Who even gave you the power to name yourself leader? Just because you put this band together doesn't mean a single thing in the world!"
"Oh, but it does mean a thing, Chrom! It means that despite whatever role you have, I'LL have the final say, and I can determine who's allowed in the band! So how about you shut up, and take what you get!"
"You know what, Roy? I'm leaving the band! Only tagged along just to make you happy, but you just pushed me to the limit, buddy!" Chrom would storm out of the recording studio, leaving Roy in a state of shock.
"If that's what you're gonna do...then I'm just gonna leave...this room!" And so Roy would leave the room, leaving Fox, Falco, and everyone else in a state of confusion. Tensions were already building.
Fox: The band hasn't officially started yet, and Straight Fiyah already had their first group drama... *shakes his head with a smile* ...man, they grow up so fast.
Seeing as how there was no point to remain in the recording studio - what with Chrom walking out on the band, and Roy leaving the studio entirely - the members of Straight Fiyah all left the recording studio to do their own thing. Fox and Falco were about to shut down the studio for the day, until Mamori and Viridi came in.
"Excuse me, but is anyone using this recording studio at the moment?" Viridi would ask the Star Fox pilots. "We have a song to record, and we gotta record it before Pit starts to throw a fit!"
"What is this song even about?" asked Falco, suddenly intrigued. He saw that Viridi had brought a keyboard with her, which had left the avian pilot even more intrigued. Mamori and Viridi could be the secret pop singing duo Pit was rambling on about.
"It's supposed to be an anthem for Pikachu Day," explained Mamori, as she handed Fox and Falco some sheets of paper. "I wrote down all of the lyrics; Viridi wrote down the melodies and everything else. The song needs to be done before the end of the day."
"Well in that case, hop right on in the recording booth! Fox and I will get you gals situated."
Little Mac, bound and gagged, found himself in a darkened room. He did not officially know it, but he felt it - there was no sound, and it felt empty, like it was a bottomless pit with nothing but darkness surrounding the young boxer. It wasn't until someone took off Little Mac's blindfold and took the duct tape off his mouth that the young boxer realized where he was.
"Is this the interrogation room or something?" Little Mac questioned, before a very bright light shunned upon his eyes. The boxer would hold his head back as the light shone on his face, before slowly turning his head towards the light source. He would be delighted to see Leia, though she wasn't the only one present...
"Nice to see you, Little Mac..." Leia started things off, her arms folded, with Ayaha and Ema at her side. "Doc Louis has told us that you were having some problems...and so we're here to fix them!"
"Pssh, Doc Louis is just overreacting, as per usual. What is it this time? Not working out as much? Eating too much sweets? Did I forget to leave my bedroom door closed last night? Doc Louis is very superstitious about that..."
"Let's just say that you are...going through the motions, in terms of staying loyal," replied Ayaha, making Little Mac frown in confusion. What was Ayaha talking about in regards to staying loyal? "Doc Louis told us all about your bandwagoning ways, about how you refuse to remain constant...and we're going to change that today."
"But it won't be us doing all the work..." stated Ema, as she and the other ladies moved to the side. "These two fine young gentlemen will help you with your problems." The two young gentlemen were Link and Corrin - wearing an Eagles and Patriots jersey, respectively.
Corrin: Yes, yes, I would LOVE to convince Little Mac to remain a Patriots fan! I can tell him about how awesome Emperor Palpatine is, and how his dominance in the football realm has lasted over a decade. I can also tell Mac that...
Link: No, Corrin, you're supposed to dissuade Little Mac from remaining a Patriots fan - much like how I'm going to dissuade him from becoming an Eagles fan. He's nothing but a filthy Patriots bandwagoner...the same could be said for you.
Corrin: So supporting the Galactic Empire's football team makes me a "bandwagoner"?! Link, you traitor! Always knew you were a Jedi in secret...
"We'll let Link start off things first," said Leia, as Link and Corrin went over to Little Mac. They would cower over the helpless boxer, whose arms and legs were tied to his chair.
"Look, Little Mac, even if the Eagles win the Super Bowl, you do NOT want to be an Eagles fan," Link did his best to convince the boxer. "Trust me on this. Eagles fans are some of the worst fans in sports - they curse people out, give middle fingers, pee on unsuspecting people, and they even booed Santa Claus! Nobody ever boos Santa Claus!" And you can't call the cops on Santa Claus either. "Do you want to be grouped with such vile people?"
"And you can't be a Patriots fan, no siree!" added Corrin, doing his best to convince Little Mac without sounding like an egregious homer. "Have you seen the Patriots coach, Emperor Palpatine? His reign of terror knows no bounds, and he has zero mercy for those who oppose him! He is the most evil man in the galaxy...and yet, he is number one in my heart..."
"Yeah...another reason why you can't be an Eagles fan is because of how historically moribund they are. Eagles have been around since the 1930s, and they don't have a Lombardi trophy to show for it! Why be a fan of team of failure?"
"That's a lot coming from you Link, since you tend to fail a lot." Link would give Little Mac a piece of his mind, but he'll have to wait till later.
With Ayaha off fooling with Doc Louis' shenanigans, Zero's printer in the printing room was left unattended. Pit and Kirby returned to the printing room to get some Pikachu Day merchdise to give away, only to see something escalate.
"This printer has completely lost its mind!" Proto Man shouted to Pit and Kirby, as the printer was firing out Pikachu Day merchandise left and right. T-shirts, hats, underwear, you name it! The whole room was becoming littered with Pikachu Day stuff, as Proto Man had his Proto Buster over the printer tray.
"Where is Ayaha, isn't she responsible for making the merchandise?" Pit asked Proto Man, who was doing his best to contain the printer's fury. Zero's printer had no power button, which made things even more complicated for Proto Man.
"Got no idea where Ayaha ran off to - the printer was left unattended when it started acting crazy and spewing stuff out. I can't turn it off because there's no power switch, and I can't take any risks with unplugging the printer, I might mess it up. Zero would kill me! Jamming the printer would be our best option, sadly."
"You keep Proto Man and see if you can help him out a bit...I'll go look for something," Kirby said to Pit, as he left the room; Pit, instead of giving Proto Man a hand, found a Pikachu Day drinking cap and put it on, drinking out of the straws. He knew where his true priorities lied.
Doc Louis: I sure do hope Link and Corrin can lead Little Mac in the right direction, and teach him that bandwagoning is never a good thing, unless you're a guy running for office trying to brainwash people. After today, Little Mac can support a new team - one that he will GENUINELY support - and not switch teams ever again. As for me, I don't need a team, for that requires too much loyalty...and I'm loyal to only one thing: chocolate! *whips out a chocolate bar* Come and have a taste of my love, Madeline! *consumes chocolate bar whole*
"Little Mac, who is this man before?" Link asked the young boxer, standing next to a projector screen with a PowerPoint that had an image of an Eagles player on it, donning the number seven. That PowerPoint must've been done at the very last minute.
"That would be Michael Vick, the guy who had that dog-fighting incident a decade ago," answered Little Mac, remembering who this Vick person was. "He was the Eagles QB for like five years, I think."
"Precisely, and his dog-fighting follies will never be forgotten! By supporting the Eagles, you also support the fact that this dog-hating cretin ever played for that team! Do you want to support dog-fighter promoters?" Little Mac nervously shook his head no. "Good, then don't be an Eagles fan!"
"May I see the clicker, Link?" Corrin asked the Hylian, who handed the clicker to Corrin. The prince pressed a button to the next slide, which had - predictably - an image of Bill "Emperor Palpatine" Belichick. "You see that, Little Mac, you see that man?"
"Yes, Corrin, I can clearly see Patriots coach Bill Belichick, in clear daylight..." replied Little Mac; even he found Corrin's love for Palptine/Belichick to be frightening.
"Little do you know, that this 'Bill Belichick' is actually the alter ego of Emperor Palpatine, who came to this Earth to coach the Patriots while constructing his plans to destroy the Jedi! Do you support Palpatine, and his evil ways?" Little Mac, though he did not care, shook his head head anyways. "Excellent - that means more appreciation towards Palpatine from me!"
"Obsessed much?" Link said to Corrin, taking the clicker away from him. "Let's move on with the rest of the PowerPoint."
Thanks to the allergy medicine Wii Fit Trainer had given him, Tails was feeling better, as he became less swollen...although he wasn't at a hundred percent yet. The yellow fox was still a yellow swollen sphere, and Wii Fit had given him every medicine she could find.
"Well boys, I did what I could..." Wii Fit said to Sonic and Knuckles, after her work was done. "This is what Tails will look like, for now, until we get more medicine. I'll have someone run down to the pharmacy to get some."
"This is your fault Sonic, you were the one who fed Tails that guacamole!" Knuckles frowned at the hedgehog, shoving him. Little did the echidna know that he had as much to do with the incident.
"Oh yeah, well you should've talked me out of it!" retorted Sonic, shoving Knuckles right back. Soon the two friends would be embroiled in an argument of sorts, as Wii Fit walked away and let Sonic and Knuckles have at it.
"Guys are you seriously arguing again..." sighed Tails, his voice a bit more clear now. "Give me a break..." Soon Kirby would show up in the fitness center, and spot Sonic and Knuckles arguing...and Tails left unattended.
"Bingo..." the pink puffball rubbed his hands together, as he grabbed Tails and rolled him away. Tails was screaming, and his screaming caught the attention of Sonic and Knuckles, who stopped arguing in an instant.
"Hey, get back here with our friend!" frowned Sonic, as he and Knuckles chased after Kirby.
Link and Corrin got through the entire PowerPoint, each swordsman telling Little Mac why he shouldn't root for either the Eagles or the Patriots. Once they were done with their presentation, Link and Corrin were ready to wrap things up, while Leia untied Little Mac.
"So in short, Little Mac, the Philadelphia Eagles is a miserable team known for postseason failures and unruly football fans," explained Link. "Take it from me - there's a reason why I also support the Vikings on the side...although they're just as miserable as the Eagles, if not more. I'm such a masochist...but anyways, you cannot support the Eagles by any means."
"And you shouldn't support the Patriots either, as they're owned by the Galactic Empire," added Corrin. "They're a team of evil, and unless you like evil, then you should stay away from the Patriots at all costs...but if you want to support them because of Palpatine, then that'd be nice, you're more than welcome to...no, wait, scratch that, you can't support the Patriots at all! They're evil, I say, EVIL!"
"Get a hold of yourself, Corrin...so Little Mac, have you come to a decision? Are you going to stick to your bandwagoning ways or not?" Little Mac gave this question some thought, before coming up with the perfect answer.
"You know what, I'm kinda getting sick and tired of this whole team-switching thing," answered Little Mac, finally realizing that he was free. "Used to be fun a long time ago, but now, I find it stupid and pointless. I should just stick to one team, and one team only. And that team...that team...will be the Dallas Cowboys!" You could literally feel the animosity building up inside of Link now. "HOW 'ABOUT THEM COWBOYS!"
Little Mac would let out a giant "WOO!" as he got up from the chair and left the room, using the lamplight as a light source to find the door. Ayaha and Ema would join Link, Corrin, and Leia, as they watched Little Mac make his exit.
Link: Little Mac chose the Cowboys...the Cowboys of all teams...that was the best AND worst thing he could've possibly done.
Zero's printer was still going bonkers, still spewing Pikachu Day merchandise left and right with Proto Man trying to contain it, while Pit was trying on every drinking cap he saw. Didn't realize that none of the drinking caps had any drinks in them.
"I have returned!" Kirby returned to the printing room with Tails, not surprised that Pit wasn't doing his job. "Pit, those drinking caps are empty...oh what's the point of telling him..." Kirby would roll Tails over to the printer, motioning Proto Man to move out of the way, before jamming Tails into the printer. But did it work?
"Um, Kirby, I think you made things even worse..." fretted Proto Man, as he noticed the printer began shaking. Kirby had created a printer logjam, and if he didn't stop it in time...Zero's printer would go KA-BLOOWEY! They could unplug the printer, but Proto Man "didn't want to take any risks".
"Kirby if you don't give Tails back, we're gonna..." said Sonic, as he and Knuckles entered the printing room, only to come to a stop when they saw Tails stuck in the printer. Sonic then went behind the printer, and found a plug and pulled it out of the outlet...and the printer stopped. No explosion, no KA-BLOOWEY...nothing. "Dude if you're going to use Tails to stop the printer, at least give us a heads up, okay?" Sonic told Kirby.
"Ah, so it is safe to unplug the printer...hehehe." Proto Man definitely felt like a fool now. "That's what I get from being paranoid..."
"No wonder the printer was going crazy..." Sonic saw the microphone attached to the printer, and a cellphone near said microphone, that kept repeating "MAKE PIKACHU DAY MERCHANDISE" in a voice message. It was Ayaha's voice. "Ayaha either had something important to do, or was just being lazy." Sonic would grab the cellphone and stopped the voice message, before pulling Tails out from the printer. "You okay, buddy?"
"If we're not talking about the swelling, then I guess I'm doing just fine," replied Tails, feeling some type of way about Sonic holding him in his hands. "Thanks for coming for me."
Once they were done recording the Pikachu Day anthem, Mamori and Viridi would show their finished product to Cloud and Aerith. Cloud and Aerith then passed it on to Pit and Kirby, once the two buds finished cleaning up in the printing room.
"Yup, this is exactly what we expected!" exclaimed Pit, after hearing a recording of the anthem. Mamori had placed the audio file on Cloud's phone. "Thanks, you two, for making the song, we knew you'd come around. Though I did expect some singing vocals from you, Cloud, but I know you were the guy behind the piano."
"That's right, it was me on the piano, making it happen," Cloud nodded his head, biting his bottom lip to prevent himself from smiling. "And Aerith killed it with the vocals. I'll send you the audio file of the song, so you can show it to Master Hand and get his approval."
"Sounds fine with us! Again, thank you for your efforts. This anthem will make Pikachu Day bigger than before! Such a shame that Pikachu Day is coming to an end...but at least we have tomorrow for the next Pikachu Day! Amirite Kirby?"
"You got that right, Pit!" agreed Kirby, as he and Pit walked away. "We can celebrate Pikachu Day tomorrow, and the day after that, and next week, and next month, and every day of the year! Pikachu Day is the greatest day ever!" As Pit and Kirby walked away, Cloud had to ask the following question...
"Pikachu Day is an everyday thing?" the swordsman asked, before shaking his head in great disdain. "If today was the first Pikachu Day...then I shudder to think how all the other days will turn out."
"Better be glad that you aren't forced to celebrate Pikachu Day," smiled Aerith, as she saw Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles walk by wearing Pikachu Day t-shirts; clearly they were in the Pikachu Day spirit. The three were eating some chips...but with no guacamole.
"Sorry I didn't inform you guys that I'm allergic to guacamole, should've established that before we went to Cilan," Tails apologized to his best friends, as they walked through the hallways. "It was kinda my fault, from the beginning."
"Still can't believe you're allergic to guacamole, of all things.." replied Sonic, as he ate a chip. "...that must really suck. If there's any important you need to tell Knuckles and I, something that we really need to know, then don't hesitate to share it with us, alright?
"Yeah what he said," said Knuckles, before a realization spurring in his head made him come to a stop. Sonic and Tails would also stop, turning around and looking at the red echidna. "Hey...weren't you guys supposed to be working on some banner?" Sonic and Tails nervously looked at one another...they totally ditched Ness and the others!
"Eh, they probably got that banner all done," replied Sonic, as the trio resumed walking. "Or maybe they were busy celebrating the first Pikachu Day. Either or."
Pikachu Day, it's Pikachu Day...don't shed a tear 'cause it's Pikachu Day.