Author's Note:
Played Byleth for the first time this week...had to wait until midnight after release, since I had to archive some stuff on my Switch for Ultimate to be updated. I might have to eat some crow, after my claim that Byleth would be the best sword fighter in the game, but they're still fun to play as regardless. Guest reviews:
"Will the other Smash residents think that both Byleths are crazy talking to thin air? (Since they can only see Sothis) can Sothis have a brief reunion with Rhea? (The game hints that Sothis is her mother) a nod or reference to Chuggaaconroy? Will a Persona 5 Scramble chapter happen when the game comes out? And finally, will the story's rating go up to a T or an M due to the Doom Eternal chapter coming up?"
Some characters will think that. I'll do that reunion sometime in the future, if possible. Chuggaaconroy is one of my favorite YouTubers, so I would love to make a reference to him. A P5 Scramble chapter will happen will the game comes out. And the story will remain at a T rating, despite the Doom Eternal chapter. Derick Lindsey has a question about Cilan:
"...can I headcanon that offscreen Cilan after giving up on making a huge cheesecake made a regular sized one for himself only for Altair to take that away from him too?"
Although that sounds very unfortunate for Cilan...you can headcanon that, if you wish. PinkRose4452 has our last review of the day:
"1. Is Mugman gonna become a resident, since Cuphead is one, or is he gonna appear as a visitor next time?
2. Did Soren become a resident or is he just visiting the mansion to hangout with Ike?"
1. He'll be a visitor, for now.
2. Soren is just visiting the mansion to hang out with Ike...albeit begrudgingly.
Episode 215: LockedOut
Super Bowl 54 was fastly approaching - the Kansas City Chiefs, vs the San Francisco 49ers. Two powerhouse teams, fighting for the Lombardi trophy, and neither one of them were Patriots. Which was a plus for football fans around the nation (unless you were a Patriots fan, like Corrin).
Much like the Rams of last year, the 49ers were a rival of the hometown Seattle Seahawks, and therefore Master Hand (and Crazy Hand) enforced a mandate where everyone had to root for the Chiefs to win, no matter what. This mandate was loosely enforced, for the most part - Master Hand just wanted to see the residents show a little "solidarity" for Seattle.
And so, with a loosely enforced mandate, everyone was pretty much free to root for whatever team they liked - although Master Hand preferred showing solidarity above everything else. Still, the mandate this year was a breath of fresh air compared to last year.
"Yoshi just informed me that he's watching the Super Bowl, as a neutral fan," Isabelle told Master Hand, who felt irked as he and Isabelle went down the hallway. Master Hand's found Yoshi's neutrality to be bothersome, problematic even. "What should I do?"
"Tell him that if he likes Seattle, then he'll cheer for the Chiefs," encouraged Master Hand, wanting everyone in the mansion to pick a side on Super Bowl Sunday - whether they liked it, or not. "That oughta guilt trip him."
Sonic: Aw yeah, I had an absolute blast down at the Yiga Clan hideout! Did nothing but eat the bananas that Master Kohga keeps telling me to store. I kept myself as far away from Lady Palutena as possible, which meant that Amy had to suffer by herself and learn her lesson! Now as for my Super Bowl pick...still going for the 49ers. Good thing there's no past-his-prime quarterback hogging the spotlight this time around.
Captain Falcon: Rooting for the Chiefs, just because all of their players are fast. And you know that I'm a sucker for speed!
Doc Louis: They got pretty good barbecue in Kansas City, which is why the Chiefs are my pick to win the whole shebang!
Pit: The 49ers are red and gold, which means that they're a lock for a win!...Wait, the Chiefs are red and gold, too?
Bowser: Gotta root against the 49ers, thanks in part to all the social justice warriors living in the Bay Area. How can I possibly support a team that's supported by those weirdos?
Hunter: I've based my Super Bowl pick based on which quarterback is better-looking. Can't be looking ugly hoisting the trophy, amirite? The 49ers quarterback seems like a pretty handsome fella, so obviously the 49ers are gonna win.
Spyro: Hunter based his pick off of how good a quarterback looks? That sounds awfully...shallow of him. Anyways, I got the Chiefs winning it all.
Master Hand and Isabelle went down the hallway, where they saw X from the distance. The robot exited from the teleportation room, and panicked for whatever reason when he saw Master Hand and Isabelle approaching.
"Guys, stay where you are!" X called out to whoever was inside the teleportation room, before looking at Master Hand and Isabelle and flashing an innocent smile. "Master Hand, Isabelle...how do you do?"
"Put it up there, pal!" greeted Master Hand, as he held out his hand for a high five. X just stared at the giant hand, with a dumbfounded look. "What, don't know how to give high fives? You really are socially inept..."
"No, it's just that you never really gave me a high five before. Usually when I try to give you a fist bump, you just slap me and say mean things about me."
"That's because fist bumps are overrated. Also, high fives are more integral to my ever-growing street cred. Isabelle knows what I'm talking about."
"This is just a ruse..." stated Isabelle, before some growling from Master Hand prompted the shih tzu to change her mind completely. "...uh, I mean, Master Hand's street cred is out of this world!"
"Aw, stop it Isabelle, you're making me blush..." said an egregiously flattered Master Hand, before directing his attention back to X. "...anyways, X, did you get the job done?"
"It was a lot harder than I expected...but yes, I did get the job done," confirmed X with the nod of his head, as a giddy Master Hand was giggling to himself. "Managed to bring these guys over while they were still available."
"Anyone is always available, when it comes to being a visitor at the Smash Mansion. Being a visitor here is a very high privilege that only few can have."
"Yo, X, we still good? Can we come out, or not?" a voice asked from the teleportation room - sounded like Kermit the Frog's voice, almost. Soon a young man with brown curly hair appeared out from the teleportation room, wearing a Chiefs headband. He was startled, seeing Master Hand in person.
"Hey, you sound just like Kermit the Frog!" Master Hand said to the young man, who was greatly offended by the remark. "Yeah, that's what I'm gonna call you for the rest of the day. Kermit!"
"Uh, first of all, only my teammates are allowed to call me that name...well, some of them anyways. Secondly, what do you mean 'for the rest of the day'?"
"Oh cool, we get to use our nicknames here?" another voice called out from the teleportation room, as Master Hand couldn't hold his excitement. "Guys, I think we can use our nicknames here..."
"Look, floating hand guy, we can't stay here for a long time," Kermit kindly told Master Hand, not knowing that the giant hand could easily turn down his request. "We got some business to handle, in Miami..."
"Hide yo kids, and hide yo wives...'cause Cheetah is here!" exclaimed a man that came out from the teleportation room, wearing a red shirt and shorts. He stood in the middle of the hallway, posing for who-knows-who.
"And you can call me the Landlord..." said another man that exited the teleportation room, with highlights in his braids. "...what's up?"
"Sizzle, Ball So Hard University..." said a big, bald dude that left the teleportation room, letting Master Hand and the others know that he truly meant business. Really showed it in that mean look of his.
"Anyone else you brought over from Miami, X?" asked Master Hand, who found it a struggle to contain his excitement. The final person came out from the teleportation room, and frankly for him, he was the only white guy out of the bunch. He was wearing a pair of shades.
"How's it going," the man greeted Master Hand and Isabelle, daring not to question why he was greeting a floating giant hand and a talking shih tzu. Since he had no nickname, we'll just call him Michael.
"X, you have truly outdone yourself," Master Hand commended the pacifist robot, wishing he could hug him a thousand times over. "You delivered, and now these fine, young gentlemen will have a blast at the mansion, before the big game!"
"I'm not really young, but I'll take what I can get..." Sizzle spoke up, being the oldest out of the group. He was like an elder statesman compared to his pals.
"You know what, I'm not really vibing with this place at all," said Cheetah, looking around and not exactly feeling it being at the mansion. "Nothing about this mansion excites me even for a second..."
"Sonic the Hedgehog lives here..." Master Hand leaned in close to Cheetah and whispered to the young man, who eyes went wide. Cheetah considered himself to a be a speedy guy, and to hang around another speedster in Sonic would be a dream come true.
"...aaaand I'm sold." Cheetah would walk away from Master Hand, heading down the hallway before waving to his pals. "See y'all later - about to go look for some hedgehogs."
"The rest of the day is yours to enjoy...take it all in, gentlemen," Master Hand encouraged Kermit and the others, as he and Isabelle walked away. The men brought over from Miami all dispersed, but Kermit remained standing.
"Guys, this might be a trap, we shouldn't trust that giant hand!" Kermit said to his pals, but all of them had already left. Kermit sighed, before looking at X, the only other person that was remaining in the hallway. "Man, it really sucks when it feels like nobody's listening to you..."
"Excuse me sir? Excuse me!" a girl said to Kermit, poking the young man to grab his attention. Kermit turned around, and saw Mamori standing by, in her Microwave Idol Mamorin attire. "You look pretty new. First time at the mansion?"
"Yeah, this man brought me here, per some giant hand's orders," replied Kermit, as he pointed at X. Kermit was mostly concerned by the gleaming look Mamori had on her face. "Why are you looking at me like that for?"
"How would you like to be on our show, Microwave Idol Mamorin?" The offer seemed pretty enticing to Kermit; he could show off some of his cooking chop.
"I'd be a little interested in making a guest appearance on your show..." That was all that Mamori needed to hear, as she grabbed excitedly Kermit's hand and rushed down the hallway. "Woah, not too fast!"
"Ashley and Asuka are gonna love you, I just know it!" As Mamori ran Kermit down the hallway, X peered inside the teleportation room, and stroked his chin inquisitively as he stared at the teleportation device.
"Maybe Master Hand wouldn't mind if I brought couple more guests over from Miami..." the pacificst robot said as he entered the teleportation room, ready to boot up the device once more. Just who did X have in mind?
Bowser was getting pretty tilted with Byleth and Beleth, and it had hardly anything to do with the two professors being in Smash. The main beef Bowser had with the professors was the fact that they were...well, professors, which meant that they would give honest teachings and stuff. As compared to Bowser, who loved nothing more than to mislead others. Shulk and Corrin were aware.
Bowser: Can't let Byleth and Beleth steal my thunder...if I sit around and do nothing to stop them, they'll get more clout in the mansion which would mean that my days as an awesome teacher will be numbered. Now I know I haven't taught much in a while, but with Byleth and Beleth around, my class will never be in session! Gotta show those two up, somehow...
Bowser planned on showing up Byleth and Beleth, by teaching a controversial topic in an attempt to "expose" the two professors. And the topic that Bowser carefully selected was...evolution. The koopa king was giving this lesson on evolution in the room he usually taught in, with Byleth and Beleth sitting at a desk.
"So to wrap things up, Aristotle, Galilee, and Newton were all liars in their own special right," Bowser recapped his lesson on evolution to Byleth and Beleth, both of whom were looking pretty bored. Behind Bowser was a chalkboard, with the names of Aristotle, Galilee, and Newton all crossed out in chalk. "Which basically confirms that science...is a lie!"
"You seem to have a lot of faith in these findings of yours, Bowser..." remarked Byleth, as Bowser took the professor's comments with a grain of salt. He could tell that Byleth was just trying to get under his skin, undermining him.
"Uh huh...and what makes you think that the scientists that you read about are truer than my sayings?" Bowser didn't expect Byleth to answer his question; he knew that Byleth far removed from science. To him, his question was essentially a trick question.
"There are endless amounts of data at our disposal that could easily disprove most of the things you just said," Beleth would answer for Byleth, as Bowser shook his head at the professor for his perceived ignorance. "We even have fossil records!"
"Ah, of course! Fossil records! I haven't thought about that one before." But Bowser wasn't willing to hand Byleth and Beleth a dub just yet. "But one more thing, before I concede...have you seen these fossil records?"
"Have I seen these fossil records? What do you mean?" As Beleth furrowed his brow, Sizzle poked his head through the door, seeing the confrontation taking place.
"Have you poured through the data yourself? The numbers, the figures, and everything else? Did you ever see these fossil records, in person?"
"There's someone at the door?" Byleth whispered to Sothis, before looking over and seeing Sizzle entering the room announced. Looking like he meant business, as he folded his arms.
"So let me get this straight...you and Byleth believe this stuff from a bunch of scientists, whom you never met before, and you believe that every little thing that comes out of their mouth is the truth. A leap of...dare I say it...faith?"
"I...I don't know how I should even respond to that...I mean..." Bowser knew that he got Byleth and Beleth good, and was smirking proudly as he watched the two professors struggle to respond.
"Hey Bowser...nice chalkboard you got there," Sizzle said to the koopa king, finally making his presence known in the room. Bowser looked over at Sizzle, looking like he hadn't seen the guy in ages.
"Sizzle, my man!" exclaimed Bowser, as he walked up to the guy and embraced him in a bro hug. Byleth and Beleth were understandably confused. "Haven't seen you in a minute!"
"Bowser, you...know this guy?" Byleth questioned the koopa king, after he was done embracing Sizzle. Seemed like Bowser and Sizzle go way back...
"This guy took me under his wing, at Ball So Hard University. That's where I graduated, and got my teacher's doctorate!" Bowser dug into his imaginary pocket and pulled out a college diploma, bewildering Byleth and Beleth.
"Yeah buddy, that's the one!" grinned Sizzle as he pointed at the diploma that Bowser was holding. The diploma had the name of the school, the graduation date, and everything.
Bowser: Sizzle really took me under his wing, and helped me along the way as I sought for success and earned my degree. He's almost like a father to me...albeit being a couple of years younger than I am.
"Is Ball So Hard University even an accredited school?" questioned Beleth, triggering Sizzle with his question. Sizzle looked at Beleth, looking mean and staring deep into the professor's soul. "Is that diploma even legitimate?"
"What about your diploma, sucka?" Sizzle questioned Beleth, who didn't respond; Sizzle chuckled, after putting Beleth in his place. "Ha, that's what I thought!"
"Leave those two alone, Sizzle - they're just wannabe professors," Bowser instructed the man, as he led him out of the room. "Bet they don't even know what their alma mater is! But boy, do they have a lot of faith in what they believe in..."
"Hey, get back here!" Byleth shouted at Bowser and Sizzle, but it was too late...the two friends had already left. Byleth couldn't let Bowser of all people have the upper hand on her and Beleth.
"Don't worry about those two, just ignore them," Beleth said to Byleth, before looking at the chalkboard and looking for an eraser. "This chalkboard needs to be cleaned up first..."
Mario was always prepared for Super Bowl Sunday, and the plumber had his entire living room pimped out for the big game. Just for starters, Mario went up and beyond, and replaced the hardwood in the living room with green carpeting, reminiscent of a football field. It was done overnight.
"Mario, how much did this cost you, to replace the entire flooring of your living room?" Spyro asked the plumber, who was popping a bag of popcorn in the kitchen. "Most importantly, did Peach approve?"
"Of course-a Peach approved - I even have video evidence-a on my phone!" replied Mario, before holding up his phone and pulling the specific video footage. "As for the cost-a of this flooring...it was mostly free, thanks-a to the Carpenters."
"I still don't know where all this carpeting come from!" wondered Peach as she exited from the nursery, looking down at the floor in utter disbelief. "Mario, I thought we agreed upon hardwood when we first moved in here!"
"At ease, Princess-a Peach - this is only temporary. Also, you did approve-a of this, and I have-a the evidence right here!"
"I...approved?" With his cellphone readily available in his hand, Mario smirked as he came over to Peach, and showed her the video. It was mainly Peach, half-asleep in the living room, with Mario asking her if getting carpet flooring for the living room was a good idea.
"Asking your wife a question like that when she was almost asleep..." Spyro shook his head at Mario, and Peach had her brow furrowed as she watched the video of her being asked questions by Mario, in the half-asleep state she was in. "...that's pretty low of you, Mario."
"Don't-a flatter me like that, Fox said that last-a week..." Mario said to Spyro, before noticing that Peach was glaring at him for obvious reasons. "...Peach, it wasn't like I had much-a choice in the matter, it was a last-a minute decision! Still got your vote-a of confirmation, though."
Blake: The girls and I aren't even slightly interested in this Super Bowl crap - seems like a lousy excuse for Americans to eat junk food. Pretty sure there are other days in the calendar designed for that kind of drivel. Yang might be somewhat interested, maybe just for the actual game. But if there's one thing I hate about the build-up to the Super Bowl, it's having to deal with Hunter and his...jokes.
"Hey, hey guys, I got another Super Bowl joke for ya!" said a very excited Hunter, as he appeared out from his room. Mario and company had no choice but to give Hunter a piece of their mind. "I just know that you're gonna love this one."
"Lay it on-a us..." sighed Mario, who knew that Hunter was about to tell a very crappy football joke. It was inevitable.
"Alright, so here it goes...what does a Dallas Cowboys fan do after their team wins the Super Bowl?"
"I dunno...what does a Dallas Cowboys fan do after their team-a wins the Super Bowl?"
"THEY TURN OFF THEIR GAMING CONSOLE!" Hunter was wheezing, laughing his tail off at his own joke as he fell and rolled around on the floor.
"That was slightly better than the joke you told us yesterday, about the Pittsburgh Steelers and a mailman.." remarked Spyro, as Hunter was now banging his fists on the floor in pure, unadulterated laughter. Soon the doorbell rang.
"Would you mind answering the door, Hunter?" Peach asked the cheetah, already tired of the endless laughing. Hunter's laughing started to die down, as he stood up. "That would be more constructive than your awful joke-telling..."
"A shame that you guys can't comprehend comedic genius," said Hunter, wiping away a tear from his eye as he went to the front door and opened it. He saw Cheetah standing at the doorstep.
"Sup bro, have you seen Sonic the Hedgehog anywhere?" Cheetah asked Hunter, desiring to meet Sonic in person. It was his current end goal. "Wanna challenge him to a race, you know what I'm saying? I was told that he's somewhere outside."
"Sorry bud, but I haven't seen Sonic all day," responded Hunter, as Cheetah looked down at the ground and sighed. "By the way, why do you wanna race him for? You'll get creamed!"
"I should probably introduce myself...you can call me Cheetah, and I'm one of the fastest dudes alive! To beat Sonic in a race, that would be huge for me."
"Your name is Cheetah? Hold on dude - I'm a cheetah! If anyone here is deserving of that name, it's me!"
"...what's your point, why you acting so offended for?"
"Because I'm a cheetah, and you're just a human!"
"So what's your point, that's what I'm trying to understand..."
"We should switch our names around; I'll be called Cheetah, and you can go by the name of Hunter."
"What cheetah would wanna be called Cheetah? That's like naming a pet dog after their breed."
"Oh, so you think we should just name every German Shepherd on this planet a German Shepherd? Good thinking, bro...that was sarcasm, by the way."
"Enough with the end-a less bickering you two, we get it..." a tired Mario said to Hunter and Cheetah, with the latter looking rather surprised.
"Yo, Mario!" exclaimed Cheetah as he entered the house, brushing Hunter to the side. Something Hunter did not appreciate. "What up dude? You know Sonic personally, right? You have gotta know where that hedgehog is!"
Mamori, Ashley, and Asuka were in the kitchen, ready to film this week's episode of Microwave Idol Mamorin. The three girls were (mostly) in the football spirit, wearing Chiefs jerseys with the number 15 on them.
"Welcome everyone, to a special Super Bowl edition of Microwave Idol Mamorin!" said Mamori, while Ashley was lamenting the jersey she was forced to wear. "We're gonna warm up your heart, with the press of a button!"
"Today on our show, we have a guest who actually just showed up not so long ago," said Asuka, keeping the name of today's guest a secret from the viewers. "His voice sounds like a frog that we all know and love...everyone give a warm welcome for Kermit!"
Kermit would show up in the kitchen, raising his hands up high with a defeated look on his face. Safe to say that the whole Kermit nickname bothered him still.
"I really hate my voice sometimes..." grumbled Kermit, knowing that his voice was the very reason why he earned his nickname in the first place.
Kermit: Everybody gives me a load of crap for putting ketchup on my steak, but I personally see nothing wrong with it. I mean, ketchup is just a condiment - it's nothing like pouring syrup all over fried fish! Some people are just too afraid to try out new things, and experiment.
"So Kermit, you're a football player, isn't that right?" Ashley asked the young man, who nodded his head as he rubbed his hands in anticipation. "You must have some pregame meals you would like to share on today's episode."
"I'd like to share with the viewers my favorite meal...steak with ketchup!" exclaimed Kermit, as Mamori, Asuka, and even Ashley looked at the young man like he was some kind of deranged crackhead. "People say it's weird, but it's just a matter of preference."
"Did you just say...steak with ketchup?" questioned Mamori, now wondering what she and the ladies were getting themselves into. Kermit's reign of terror was just beginning, as he was looking through the fridge for a bottle of ketchup.
"Here's our bottle of ketchup - obviously the most essential part of the dish." Kermit placed the bottle of ketchup on the kitchen counter, while Mamori and company were contemplating ending the episode early. "Now we need a steak. Where can we find one?"
"We have a few frozen steaks in the fridge," replied Asuka, wanting to discourage Kermit as much as possible so the episode could end on early notice. "We like to use the microwave, rather than the oven, so microwaving a frozen steak won't be ideal..."
"But it won't hurt if we try, wouldn't it? We'll season the steak together, and then discuss some football while the steak is microwaving. We could even make a few Super Bowl prop bets! If I'm allowed to do that..."
"We should've got someone else..." Ashley whispered to Mamori, as Kermit was going through the kitchen cabinets looking for spices and seasonings.
Sonic was in outside in the mansion backyard playing some catch with Crash. The two were tossing a football around, with Aku looking on.
"Okay, Crash, I'm gonna throw you a wicked spiral, and it's up to you to catch it," Sonic said to the bandicoot, who was ready for the task as he got himself in a running position. "Catch with your hands, not with your mouth!"
"And don't one-hand it like you did last time!" advised Aku, as Sonic readied himself. Mustering the strength in his arm, Sonic tossed the football, and Crash ran to go catch it...but it sailed over the bandicoot's head and far away from the hideout, before landing in a neighbor's front yard as car sounds were heard from afar.
"Sweetie, our car is now being attacked by pigskin!" shouted a man - the conspiracy nutjob who was mentioned before - as he was calling out to his wife. "It's just as we suspected - a giant comet is going to strike earth!"
"I pray that it doesn't strike North America, hopefully it'll land in the ocean!" the conspiracy nutjob's equally insane wife responded, as Sonic, Crash, and Aku exchanged weird looks with one another. Even Crash was appalled by the conspiracy couple.
Mewtwo: One of the residents came in contact with that insane conspiracy couple last week...and it was Diddy, who went over to retrieve his Frisbee from the couple's backyard. The moment that Diddy started speaking, that couple started freaking out and were fearful about monkeys banding together to embark on a hostile world takeover. Word has it that the couple is watching films from the Planet of the Apes movie franchise, as a means to prepare themselves for the event.
Sonic and Crash wished to retrieve the football, but not at the expense of making the crazy conspiracy couple go completely bonkers. So while the friends were silently contemplating what they should do, Mario showed up at the mansion's backyard, along with Cheetah.
"There-a he is - Sonic the Hedgehog!" Mario said to Cheetah as he pointed at the blue hedgehog in question. Cheetah was all smiles, rubbing his hands together as he approached Sonic.
"Hey, Sonic!" Cheetah called out to the hedgehog, garnering his attention; he held out his hand for some dap, and Sonic delivered. "What's good with you, man?"
"What's up, dude?" greeted Sonic, ecstatic to know that someone was super stoked to see him in person. Made the hedgehog feel all good inside. "You know, I had a feeling that I'd have visitors over. So, you want an autograph, from yours truly?"
"Actually, I was thinking of something even bigger..." Sonic was looking intrigued, as Cheetah was ready to make his offer. "...how about you and me, in a race? Since you a fast guy and all, and I'm pretty fast myself, a race between us would be tight. You know what I'm saying?"
"So, you're challenging me to a race, knowing that you'll get creamed...really like the moxie! Sure, I'm down for the race!"
"Cool! How about we do our race around the mansion? We could do eight laps 'round the mansion, unless you get tired and junk."
"Me? Getting tired of running? You make me laugh!" Sonic was laughing, and Cheetah would laugh along with him. "But yeah, we can do eight laps."
"Eight laps around the mansion?" Cappy said to Mario, wondering if Cheetah would have enough stamina to complete the race. "Must be their way of paying tribute to Kobe Bryant!"
"Certainly has to be - heck, I've been paying tribute-a to Kobe all week long!" Mario told Cappy, as the plumber returned to his house. "That's why I've been shouting 'KOBE!' when throwing stuff into the trash can."
"That would also explain why there's so much clutter on the living room floor..." Major props to Mario, for keeping the tradition alive.
Fox and Falco were paying tribute to Kobe on their own, by playing some hoops on the concrete basketball court outside. Fox was wearing Kobe's purple #8 jersey, while Falco was wearing Kobe's gold #24. Krystal was looking on, as a spectator.
"We're still playing to twenty-four?" Fox asked Falco, who was dribbling the ball up to the court. Both Fox and Falco were currently tied at eighteen.
"Gotta do it for the Black Mamba," replied Falco, before driving the ball past Fox an in attempt to throw the pilot off-balance. "KOBE!" The avian pilot then shot the ball into the net, before it bounced off the rim.
"Shouting 'Kobe' with every shot you take isn't going to bring Kobe back to life, you know," said Krystal, as Fox rebounded the ball. Falco was hot on Fox's tail, trying to steal the ball.
"No, but we gotta keep the tradition alive," responded Fox, driving the ball towards the net and shooting his shot. "KOBE!" Fox shot the ball into the net, scoring a basket and accruing two points.
Fox: Sucks that Kobe Bryant had to pass away...which also sucks for his critics, who have said during his career that he couldn't pass, even in the clutch. Kobe may be gone, but that guy sure knows how to silence his haters!
Falco: You know a great way to honor Kobe Bryant? By changing the way we view time. Keep the twenty-four hours, but do eight days a week, in reference to Kobe's jersey numbers. The eighth day of the week can be called Kobeday, or something.
As Fox and Falco were playing basketball, Michael showed up at the basketball court. Having some experience playing basketball, Michael was pretty open to playing some hoops.
"Mind if I play a game of 1-on-1, after you guys are through?" the man with the shades asked Fox and Falco. "I'll play the winner."
"Sure thing, dude,, we're almost done," replied Fox, before aggressively shouting "KOBE!" as he made another basket. Michael walked over to Krystal, enamored by how stunningly beautiful the vixen was.
"Aren't you a pretty lookin' thing.." Michael found himself grinning at Krystal, stepping closer to the vixen as he lowered his sunglasses. Krystal was keeping her distance, taking a few steps back.
"Please keep your hands to yourself..." Krystal pleaded to Michael, who simply couldn't resist as he was now standing next to Krystal and wrapping his arm around the vixen, grinning even harder.
"You know, I can't mingle with a fox lady, for many obvious reasons...but I can't resist a pretty face whenever I see one." As Falco tied up the game with his fade away jumper - shouting "KOBE!" as he did so - Fox found himself distracted by Michael, and his appropriate behavior.
"Hey you, hands off my girl!" the pilot frowned and pointed at Michael, who took his arm away from Krystal in an instant. "No touching, aight?"
"Aw man, am I not allowed to talk to girls?" moaned Michael, who just wanted to get to know Krystal. Fox was ruining his opportunity. "What a world..."
"I didn't say that you couldn't talk to girls...just not to my girl. She's engaged." Krystal would show Michael what Fox meant, revealing the wedding ring on her finger.
"Oh snap, you two are engaged?! My bad, this one's on me..." Michael took a step away from Krystal...but he still had his eyes on the vixen.
After handling some business, Master Hand returned to his room, with Isabelle still tagging along. The giant hand, for whatever reason, stopped in front of his room when he sensed something amiss.
"Master Hand, what's the matter?" asked Isabelle, as Master Hand was sensing a lot of bad mojo brewing from behind his bedroom door.
"My door...my bedroom door is locked," replied Master Hand, implying that someone was already in his room. Which was a death wish, in some ways.
"Well, can't you just, I don't know...magically disappear and then reappear in your room. Regardless of whether the door is locked or not?"
"I can't do that, silly Isabelle - I can't just show up in my room whenever the door is locked! That would just ruin the flow."
"What about just phasing through the wall, or the door, and enter your room that way? Is that so hard to do?"
"Who do you think I am, some kind of ghost?! Enough with that crazy talk, woman...now knock on that door, and see who's inside my room!"
"Always making things so difficult..." Letting out a sigh, Isabelle knocked on the door, and the door was opened...by the Landlord, one of the visitors brought over to the mansion by X.
"What bring's y'all to the Landlord's room?" the Landlord would ask Master Hand and Isabelle, folding his arms to indicate that he meant business. Master Hand was baffled by what he just heard.
"Whaddaya mean, 'the Landlord's room', this is my room, you fool!" Master Hand barked at the Landlord, who didn't flinch for a second. Mamba mentality, as Kobe Bryant would say.
"That's weird, because I don't see your name on the door..." Confused, master Hand looked at his bedroom door, and saw a sign that read:
This room is now sole property of the Landlord. No questions asked.
"Well, you may have control of my room...for now, but you don't have control over the mansion!" cackled Master Hand, knowing that he was still the mansion's head. Soon Link showed up, and guess who the swordsman spoke with?
"Hey, Landlord guy, can Cloud and I use the ballroom?" asked Link, asking a question that he would normally ask Master Hand. Never in his existence has Master Hand been so incensed with Link before.
"Sure thing bro, what do you and Cloud need to use it for?" inquired the Landlord, as Master Had had the sudden indignation to flick the Landlord out of the mansion, and send him flying back to Miami.
"Zelda was thinking about having a Super Bowl party in the ballroom, since there won't be enough room for everyone in the living room or even the gaming room. We did have an influx of people joining the mansion, since last February."
"A Super Bowl party in the ballroom? That sounds pretty dope! Yeah, you and Cloud got my word. Lemme know when you done so I can see the final product, aight?"
"Will do!" Link would give a thumbs up to the Landlord as he walked away, and the Landlord smiled. Master Hand's anger had reached a boiling point.
Zelda: At best, the living room can hold up to thirty people, not including standing room. The Super Bowl parties have been getting rather cramped over the years, and many people have made their complaints known. Super Bowl parties are supposed to be fun experiences, but sometimes the parties we have at the mansion are anything but...
"What the heck was that?!" boomed Master Hand, after seeing the Landlord giving Link and Cloud jurisdiction to use the ballroom. "Link should've asked ME if Zelda could use the ballroom!"
"Like I've said before, I'm the Landlord," the Landlord stated, speaking to Master Hand as if the giant hand was the dumbest being alive. "Which means that for the rest of the day, until I leave, I run this place."
"Hello, Mr. Landlord? Ready to continue your foot massage?" Yukiko called out to the Landlord from inside Master Hand's room, sounding like she was done with life. Master Hand was whimpering. "Can't wait to take off these latex gloves..."
"Yukiko was supposed to give ME a foot massage..." whined Master Hand, despite the fact that he never had feet to begin with. Isabelle looked at the giant hand like the crazy individual he was.
"Gimme a second, girl!" the Landlord called out to Yukiko, before looking at Master Hand so he could speak with him one last time. "Better know your place and stay in your lane, while you can..." were the Landlord's last words, before heading back inside Master Hand's room and locking the door.
"I'm surprised you didn't just kick the Landlord out of your room, Master Hand," Isabelle said to the giant hand, who was still whimpering. It was the saddest state that Isabelle had ever seen Master Hand in. "Master Hand, are you alright...?"
"I WANTED THAT FOOT MASSAGE FROM YUKIKO!" Master Hand cried out, as Isabelle found herself comforting the giant hand over something that couldn't possibly happen in any way, shape, or form. "It's not fair..."
"Master Hand, why are you crying?" asked Tom Nook as he showed up in the hallway, finding Master Hand's current mood to be slightly unnerving. "Did someone damage your Lamborghini?"
"I'm not crying...just got something in my eyes." Tom Nook knew that Master Hand couldn't fool him with that. "Or in my sinuses, rather..."
"One of the mansion guests is taking over Master Hand's room," Isabelle explained to Tom Nook, who was left surprised that Master Hand would allow such a hostile takeover of one's room to occur. "Now, he's lamenting the fact that can't get his foot massage..."
"Funny you should mention the mansion guests...because it appears that we have more guests under the mansion roof. And all of them are wearing 49ers gear."
Master Hand's crying fit would come to a stop, when the giant hand heard the very words that came out of Tom Nook's mouth. A great feeling of wrath suddenly consumed Master Hand.
"Show me where these guests are at..." Master Hand ordered Tom Nook, fearing that one person in particular was inside his establishment.
A man with dreadlocks stepped out of the mansion's cafe, wearing some workout gear. First time he was at the mansion, his gear was a shade of navy...but now, it was all red. This man with dreadlocks, who was back at the mansion after three years, was Kevin - the man who participated with Carrington in episode 42's epic prank war.
Kevin wasn't alone; accompanying him was a handsome white guy, who looked like he should be on the cover of a GQ magazine, and a younger white guy wearing a black hoodie with the 49ers logo on it. We'll call these two gentlemen Richard and Nicholas, respectively.
"No lie, that was the room where I splattered by paint," Kevin said to Richard and Nicholas, leading his two pals down the hallway. "Those dumb Inklings..."
"I bet that paint must've stung a ton," remarked Richard, who had heard stories from Kevin about the prank war. The way Kevin talked about the prank war, it seemed like a lot of fun...and chaos. Which it was.
"Yeah that paint stung, man! Those Inklings don't play around!" Kevin looked up at one of the walls, and saw a portrait of the Belmonts. "Man, this mansion sure changed a lot last time I was here."
"We've barely seen anyone since we got here," said Nicholas, who expected to have a few chance encounters with some of the mansion residents. "You'd think a place this big would have a lot of..."
Kevin and company would come to a stop, when a man and a woman appeared out of their hiding spot. It was Jessie and James; Kevin recognized the duo from when they sneaked their way in the ballroom at episode 53's Christmas party.
"Prepare for trouble!" shouted Jessie, striking a pose.
"And make it double!" shouted James, also striking a pose.
"Team Rocket?!" exclaimed Kevin, as he interrupted the mostly obligatory Team Rocket motto. "You guys again?! Y'all are gonna get it now!"
"Hey, you just interrupted our motto!" frowned Meowth, leaping down from the ceiling and glaring down Kevin. "Nobody interrupts our motto and gets away with it!"
"Wobbuffet!" cried Wobbuffet, who only popped out of his Poke Ball just so he could be a part of things.
"Meowth? Wobbuffet? Aw yeah, you guys must really want the smoke!" grinned Kevin, under the assumption that Team Rocket was looking for a fight.
"No, wait, you got it all wrong!" Meowth tried his best to explain, as he waved his hands in front of him. "We're not bad guys anymore, honest!"
"Hey, James, here's your ten bucks," Ryu approached James, handing the Team Rocket member a ten-dollar bill. Kevin was stunned, watching the transaction take place and seeing how friendly Ryu was.
"Bruh, Ryu, that guy is from Team Rocket!" Kevin said to the fighter, grabbing his attention as he pointed at James. "You should be sending him outta here, with a shoryuken or something!"
"I'm afraid I cannot...for James is one of us now." Kevin was even more stunned, as he patted James on the back and walked away. "Don't lose that dollar bill like the last one, James..."
"You heard that? We're now mansion residents!" Meowth stated to Kevin, who was beginning to question Master Hand's decision-making greatly. "Forget Giovanni - Master Hand is our boss now!"
Jessie: We've already commanded respect from Master Hand...but we can't seem to do the same for anyone else. Most people don't think we're deserving enough to be living at the mansion!
Meowth: All we do is just ignore those people - it's just nonsense that comes out of their mouths. They're too scared to admit the truth; everyone and their grandma knows that we're more than deserving to be residents!
James: Master Hand DID say that being a mansion resident was a great privilege, so why would he extend residency to us if that weren't the case? By no means were we begging to get in, we were just...very persuasive. Like a politician.
Wobbuffet: WOOOOOOBBUFFET!
Jessie: *frowns at Wobbuffet* Just don't know when to shut up, do you...
"We'll be dealing with you later..." Meowth vowed to Kevin, as he, Jessie, and James (...and Wobbuffet) retreated from the scene. Kevin still was stunned.
"Guess they let anyone in the mansion these days," remarked Richard with a smile, wondering how anyone of Team Rocket's caliber could be mansion residents. Kevin just shook his head in disbelief.
"Master Hand is one fickle guy, I'll give him that..." said Kevin, as he led Richard and Nicholas down the hallway. "...c'mon, let's go see what kind of stuff that got going on around here."
Watching Kevin and company from afar were Master Hand, Isabelle, and Tom Nook. Master Hand was particularly angry after seeing Kevin, as he was seething.
"I thought you said that you'd have no hard feelings during Super Bowl week," Tom Nook said to Master Hand, who was shaking with anger. Tom Nook and Isabelle took a few steps away, for their own safety.
"Don't know how he even got here, but that traitor...must go," said Master Hand, disgusted that Kevin was even walking in his mansion. The giant hand looked towards Tom Nook and Isabelle, who were both shivering in fright. "Isabelle, Tom Nook, I need you two to locate Altaïr."
"Why Altaïr?" questioned Isabelle, before gasping when she understood what Master Hand truly wanted. "You want him to assassinate someone?"
"No, I don't want Altaïr to assassinate that traitor...I just want the traitor severely injured. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. He could rip out his dreadlocks, for all I care. But I want to see him hurt, before the end of the day."
"It would be highly problematic for a myriad of reasons if he were to be injured..." stated Tom Nook as he looked down at the hallway at the man in particular - Kevin, who was now speaking with Mega Man.
"Oh, I'm sure that he could be easily replaced. Can't be that hard to do. Better get to it, you two - chop chop!" And with that, Master Hand vanished, leaving Tom Nook and Isabelle alone in a sticky situation.
"I'll be the one to 'inform' Altaïr," Tom Nook said to Isabelle, letting the shih tzu know that he had an ulterior motive up his sleeve. "You go see what Master Hand might be up to."
"Understood," nodded Isabelle, before she and Tom Nook went their separate ways.
Aside from Kevin, Richard, and Nicholas, what other visitors came to the mansion? Pit, Kirby, and Incineroar would find another visitor in the mansion, when they stepped inside the lounge and saw Akuma in an arm-wrestling match.
"Woah, check that out you guys!" Pit said to Kirby and Incineroar as he pointed at Akuma, who was arm-wrestling against some white guy wearing a 49ers cap backwards on his head. Ken, Iori, Heihachi, Jacky Bryant were all spectating.
"I'm not gonna let you win so easily..." Akuma said to his opponent, finding himself in a stalemate of sorts. "...when it comes to arm wrestling, I'm unstoppable!"
"Yeah, well, I got two words for you...CERO MIEDO!" the man with the 49ers cap shouted, before mustering all the strength in his arm and bringing Akuma's hand down to the table. Akuma was stunned, as everyone in the lounge was getting hyped (save for Iori).
"Ha ha, you lost!" Ken taunted Akuma, who was enraged with losing as he tossed the table he was arm wrestling on unto the floor. "And you said you would win!"
"Some half-demon you're supposed to be," Iori said to Akuma, who was so angry that he wanted to blast the mansion to smithereens. "Losing to a human...must be very pathetic for you, and your standards."
"I just...didn't want to win, I was too generous," Akuma made up this lame excuse, as Jacky and Heihachi were laughing at him. "The thought that counts, no?"
"That was so awesome!" Pit ran up to the man with the 49ers cap, who was celebrating his victory by chugging down imaginary cans of beer. "Stone Cold" Steve Austin would be so proud. "No one has ever beaten Akuma at arm wrestling. Including myself!"
"We all know you never beat Akuma at arm wrestling..." Kirby said to Pit, who was winding up his arm as if it were sore, as painful memories flooded his brain. "...you couldn't even beat Viridi in such a contest."
Pit: I thought beating Viridi in arm wrestling would be easy peasy, because she's nothing more than a little girl. (Still could be a very young-looking old lady, which would potentially put our relationship in jeopardy.) Turns out, I was wrong, and I went an entire week hiding my broken arm injury to save myself from being the butt of jokes.
"Thanks kid, I really appreciate it!" the man with the 49ers cap thanked Pit, before grabbing his bottle of Gatorade and taking a sip from it. "That head-banging I did on the wall earlier really did the trick!"
"Where did all these mysterious holes in the wall come from..." Mr. Game and Watch was heard from the hallway, as the man with the 49ers cap feigned innocence.
"So, is your name Cero Miedo?" Pit asked the man with the 49ers cap, who let out a chuckle. If Pit knew a lick of Spanish, he would know that Cero Miedo meant "zero fear".
"Well, nobody has ever called me that...but I'll roll with it," replied the man with the 49ers cap, who wasp perfectly fine with being called Cero Miedo. "I usually prefer to be called 'Stone Cold', but Cero Miedo is pretty tight."
"Can you chug beers, like how Steve Austi"n can?" If Cero Miedo found out that Pit was a huge wrestling fan, he'd probably be all over the moon.
"Probably not, but I can drop a real mean People's Elbow. Just need someone to demonstrate it on..." Cero Miedo looked around the room, and saw Jacky and Heihachi looking hesitant.
"I'm too old to be demonstrated on, I might break something," stated Heihachi, using his elderly age as an excuse as he left the lounge. Jacky would follow after Heihachi, not saying a single word.
"What about you?" Cero Miedo looked over at Iori, who was baffled that he was asked such a question. Iori grumbled, as the jazz player left the lounge.
"I am not a test dummy..." Iori had this to say as he made his exit. Cero Miedo knew that neither Ken nor Akuma would be down with receiving a People's Elbow, so he didn't bother asking the Street Fighter veterans.
"That big cat of yours looks like he would want a People's Elbow," Cero Miedo said to Pit, as he looked over at Incineroar who was busy licking his fur. Just like how any cat would. "Is he some kind of wrestler?"
"Eh...close to it," replied Pit; nobody called Incineoar the heel Pokemon for anything. Then again, that was his Pokemon category... "Incineroar is a huge fan of wrestling, just like Kirby and I."
"You guys are wrestling fans too?!" That was all Cero Miedo needed to hear, as the guy was now over the moon. "You fellas are already my favorite people in the whole wide world!"
"You heard that, Kirby? We're his most favorite people!" Kirby didn't seem to share Pit's excitement; the puffball was more or less alarmed that Cero Miedo befriended Pit so quickly, all because the angel loved wrestling.
"So kid, you like Steve Austin? Or what about the Rock?" Cero Miedo was very interested in hearing what Pit's favorite wrestlers were. "Do Pentagon Jr. and Fenix tickle your fancy?"
"Not really, but I kinda like the Fiend - him and his twin brother Bray Wyatt are pretty cool dudes. Then there's Jon Moxley - really sucks that he had to lose an eye." Cero Miedo, while interested in hearing what Pit had to say, was also trying not to laugh.
"Yeah man, it really be like that sometimes...still wanna drop a People's Elbow on someone, though. Is it it okay if I do it on your cat friend?"
"I wouldn't advise it - he'll scratch you all up if you execute it wrong," replied Kirby, who was looking out for the well-being of Cero Miedo. "Luckily, we know a guy who's fitting for the job..."
Link and Cloud were in the ballroom, putting up some decorations together for the ballroom's Super Bowl party. They had jurisdiction from the Landlord to do so, which made Cloud feel somewhat wary.
"I don't feel so safe doing this," the swordsman told Link, who was applying a bunch of football decals to the ballroom walls.
"What for? It's just a bunch of decals," responded Link, who found himself entangled in party streamers.
"No, it's just...should we even be doing this? We don't even have Master Hand's word..."
"But Master Hand isn't in charge today...the Landlord is ruling the mansion now. His word is bond."
Master Hand was outside his room, determined to get his room back from the Landlord. Since Yukiko was still in the room, doing who-knows-what, Master Hand wished to kill two birds with one stone...
"Your ex-girlfriend is being held hostage in my room, which is also being held hostage!" Master Hand said to Yu, who was begrudgingly standing around with Master Hand outside the giant hand's room. "You need to go in and rescue her."
"Why should I, she's my ex," stated Yu, who wished that he was busy at the moment Master Hand approached him. "Why would you want me to help out my ex-girlfriend for?"
"Because you're the closest thing to a boyfriend she's got. Also, I need my room back! You'll go in that room, and kick that Landlord guy outta there."
"This is gonna end pretty badly..." Fearing for the worst, Yu knocked on Master Hand's bedroom door, as Master Hand hid himself. The door was opened by the Landlord, who looked at Yu with a funny face.
"What's good with you, bro?" the Landlord asked Yu, who was standing around awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. Yu had no idea what to say, while making sure that Yukiko wasn't looking his way.
"I was...I was wondering if you could come outside with me," Yu awkwardly responded, trying not to sound weird. But it didn't seem to work, as the Landlord gave the young man a puzzled look.
"Come with you outside for what? Wanna go play some ball or something? I can cross ya up easily, just wanna let you know that..."
"Yu, what are you even doing here?" Yukiko asked the young man, pretty annoyed to see Yu's face. Typical ex behavior. "If you're looking to make some dumb apology, then I'm afraid you missed your chance..."
"Nah, girl, lemme handle this!" the Landlord called out to Yukiko, before bringing his attention back to Yu. "Look bro, I can't come outside, I'm busy. That chick in the room is giving me a back rub."
"She's giving you a back rub...?" questioned Yu, as Master Hand was heard quietly whimpering. That was his back rub, dang it!
Master Hand: No fair, I practically begged Yukiko to give me a back rub...threatened to take her own life, even...and now the Landlord is hogging all the spoils of my labor! How is he even able to have such clout?
"So if you don't mind, I gotta get back to work..." the Landlord said to Yu, before slamming the door shut and locking it. Master Hand appeared out from his hiding spot, saddened.
"Well it didn't end badly, but we absolutely got nowhere," Yu said to Master Hand, who was now slightly whimpering, hiding his emotions. "Why can't you just kick the guy out of your room yourself?"
"Because it's...it's complicated," replied Master Hand, as Isabelle showed up at the scene. "I'd give you a reason, but you would probably judge me."
"Master Hand, if I may, I can get Copper and Booker to remove the Landlord from your room," Isabelle said to Master Hand, after overhearing what the giant hand had just said.
"No, Copper would probably take out a gun or something and shoot the landlord to death. And Booker's a scaredy cat, he wouldn't even stand within ten feet of the Landlord. As for Toon Link and Young Link..."
"Um...what about Toon Link and Young Link?" Isabelle saw that Master Hand had trailed off - almost as if the giant hand was thinking.
"Isabelle, I want you to track down those two, and get them to ask Mega Man to boot up that teleportation device. I want the Landlord's football coach at this mansion...and I want him interrogated by the buddy cops."
"So have Mega Man bring the head football coach over, and have the buddy cops interrogate said coach...wait, why is he being interrogated again?"
"To see whether or not he allows despicable behavior, like the one that the Landlord is exhibiting, in his football club. If he's found innocent, then have him round up all his players. Who knows what the Landlord's pals are up to..."
With Sonic getting ready for his race against Cheetah, Crash and Aku were back inside the mansion, with Coco and Crunch. The Crash clan happened to run into Kevin, Richard, and Nicholas in the middle of the hallway.
"Crash Bandicoot, my man!" exclaimed a super stoked Kevin, as he gave Crash some dap. He then looked at Coco, and gave her a hug. Then he looked at Crunch...and was looking confused.
"Why the long face?" Crunch asked Kevin, who didn't seem to recognize the burly bandicoot, Or at least even know who he was.
"Do I...know you, from somewhere?" Kevin had no recollection of Crunch, as he looked at Richard and Nicholas to see if they knew about Crunch. Sadly, neither one of them did.
"I'm Crunch Bandicoot...I'm Crash and Coco's older adopted brother...I'm not really adopted, but..."
"...just know that Dr. Cortex created him, and he started living with us after he had a change of heart," Coco said to Kevin, who fully understood as he nodded his head. Still, the fact that Kevin didn't know who Crunch was was pretty devastating to the bandicoot.
"Man, it must really suck being created by Dr. Cortex, of all people," remarked Richard, while poor Crunch was hanging his head low in sadness. "Then again, he did create Crash, so it can't be TOO bad..."
Crunch: Same old story, I tell ya...hardly anyone I meet even knows who I am! What do I gotta do to make people know me, let alone like me? Do I have to dress up and act like Mr. T, to get everyone's appreciation?!
As Kevin and company were having their conversation with the Crash clan, Tom Nook was watching from afar, with Altaïr - the man that Master Hand wanted to take care of Kevin, for good. But Tom Nook wouldn't let that happen...
"Basically, I want you to keep watch of those three gentlemen," Tom Nook said to Altaïr, who was more used to assassinating a group of people rather than ensuring their safety. "Especially the black guy."
"Why the black guy, is he a very important figure?" inquired Altaïr, as he was observing Kevin and every little thing that he was doing. "Is he a crown prince of an African country?"
"Not a crown prince, but rather a very good athlete. One that's going to be playing in the Super Bowl on Sunday. Gotta ensure that he and the others make it back to Miami safely."
"But why did Master Hand want him dead for? Does he not respect his athletic ability, or his skill?" Tom Nook wanted to provide Altaïr an explanation, but it would be over-complicated, and last him an entire day.
"Just know that Master Hand has incomprehensible anger towards people he holds grudges against. Sometimes his anger can be hard to explain..."
Isabelle handed the assignment to the buddy cops, Toon Link and Young Link, who were tasked with looking for Mega Man. The buddy cops didn't find Mega Man, but they did find X, who was hanging around the teleportation room.
"So you want me to teleport the Chiefs head coach to the mansion," X said to the buddy cops, while keying in the coordinates to Miami on the teleportation device.
"That's the team the Landlord and his friends play for," responded Toon Link, who along with Young Link had his bow and arrow ready to go. "Hutch and I are gonna interrogate the coach, and see how much of an authoritarian he is."
"You do you...teleportation device should be up and running now." After keying in the coordinates, the teleportation device turned on, as X and the buddy cops took a step back and let the device do its thing.
Soon a man was teleported unto the teleportation pad, when the device was finished. It was a portly man with a mustache, one wearing glasses and a red Hawaiian shirt while eating a cheeseburger. We shall call this man...Walter.
"Hands up where we can see 'em!" Young Link shouted at Walter, who yelped and dropped his burger to the floor. Walter held his hands up high, as the buddy cops had their arrows pointed at the guy.
"Where am I, some kind of nightclub?" questioned Walter, wondering why he was asked to hold his hands up in the air. "How did I even get here?"
"Wait, this guy can't be the head coach..." said Toon Link, as he and Young Link both lowered their guards. "...he's too fat, he looks like a walrus!" There's no need to fat shame someone, Toon Link.
"Yeah, and he doesn't really look the part, either," added Young Link, taking note of the red Hawaiian shirt that Walter was wearing. "He doesn't seem to take himself very seriously."
"I do take myself very seriously, for your information," retorted Walter, who put his hands back down. His arms were getting real tired. "Now tell me where I am, young man, I have places to be..."
"We'll make this quick...just follow us to our police station, and we'll fill you in on everything you need to know, and then some."
Over at the Assist Tower, Akira Yuki was walking through the hallway, minding his own business. The fighter seemed pretty chill, taking his day one step at a time...
"GET WRECKED, SUCKER!" shouted Waluigi, as Akira stopped where he was...only to be shoulder tackled to the floor by Waluigi. Waluigi was wearing a purple helmet, and a purple jersey that came with shoulder pads. "Football, baby!"
"But...it's not even Sunday yet..." stated Akira, who was left writhing on the floor in pain as he held his arm. Waluigi didn't care, as he did a crotch chop in front of Akira, hearkening to his Mario Strikers Charged days.
Waluigi: The helmet was worth $200, and the jersey was worth $120, including the shoulder pads. That was at least what the price tags read, before I stole the helmet and jersey altogether. Not a single penny from my wallet!
"Either way, you just got destroyed!" Waluigi taunted Akira, before running down the hallway. Pit, Kirby, Incineroar, and Cero Miedo saw what transpired, having just reached the tower from the bridge.
"Waluigi is a great person to drop a People's Elbow on," Pit suggested to Cero Miedo, who was scratching his chin thoughtfully with a smirk. Waluigi's crotch chop was what won Cero Miedo over.
"He has a lot of swagger, I'll give him that," remarked Cero Miedo, who was looking to deliver the pain to Waluigi. "That crotch chop he did reminded me of D-Generation X. He's the perfect guy to take a People's Elbow!"
"I might be in the minority, but why do we have to hurt poor Waluigi?" questioned Kirby - not that he was trying to stand up for Waluigi or anything. "He never really did anything to deserve what's coming to him."
"Waluigi is a universal punching bag," stated Pit, alluding to Waluigi's misfortune and his rather strong tendency of getting himself hurt. "He absolutely lives for this kind of stuff!"
"Yeah, and I bet that he'll be a good sport about me laying the smackdown on him," said Cero Miedo, before flexing his muscles and kissing his elbow. "Waluigi will feel honored, after I'm done with him!"
"If you think so..." sighed Kirby, hoping that Waluigi knew anything about the world of pain he was bound to find himself in.
Sonic and Cheetah were now ready for their race, standing at the front yard of the mansion. Their race wasn't that big of a deal, but that didn't stop two fowl reporters from coming to the mansion and calling the race anyways.
"Hello to you all, foot-racing fans!" Chick Gizzardlips spoke into his microphone, standing alongside with Stew. Lakitu was recording the reporters. "Chick Gizzardlips, along with my trusty partner, Stew! And we got a good one for you today, folks!"
"Sonic the Hedgehog was challenged by Cheetah, one of the fastest humans on earth, to a race around the mansion!" announced Stew, unable to contain his excitement. He was stoked about any competition he attended. "It'll be a test of speed, willpower, and a desire to win!"
"The rules are simple: Sonic and Cheetah will start off at the front of the mansion, race towards Mario and company's houses, run in-between said houses, make their way through the backyard, past the garden shed, and then back to the front yard!"
"The race will have eight laps total - and eight was Kobe Bryant's first jersey number in the pros, for all you basketball fans! Mamba forever!"
"About to win this race right here, you know what I'm saying?" said Cheetah as he approached Chick and Stew from behind, wrapping his arms around both. The man was so confident, he was speaking things into existence.
"You heard it here first, folks - Cheetah is guaranteeing victory!" announced Chick, before Cheetah gave Chick and Stew fist bump and walked away. "Will he live up to his claim? We'll find out!"
"Hope you know what you're getting yourself into," Sonic said to Cheetah, already in starting position. Cheetah would get himself in starting position as well, cracking a smile.
"Same could be said for yourself..." said Cheetah, while Copper and Booker were standing by the porch. The latter was holding a stopwatch.
"Are both men ready?" asked Copper, and neither Sonic nor Cheetah answered. Which made Copper a tad bit upset. "Since no one's saying anything, we'll take that as a yes...Booker, start the countdown!"
"On your mark...get set...GO!" shouted Booker, starting the timer on the stopwatch as Sonic and Cheetah were off. Both men were sprinting towards Mario's house, one trying to outrun the other.
"I'm going easy on you, just so ya know!" Sonic informed Cheetah, as he picked up the speed. Cheetah would pick up his speed afterwards, keeping up the pace.
"You are keeping track of time, right?" Copper asked Booker, who glanced at his stopwatch - and saw that it was turned off, making Copper sigh. "Forget the stopwatch, just count the laps..."
Walter was up in the buddy cops' police stations, seated at their interrogation table. He was eating doughnuts from a box of doughnuts that was placed on the table.
"He's eating up all our doughnuts," Young Link spoke quietly with Toon Link, while Walter ate the doughnuts one by one. "Either he wants to be an honorary buddy cop, or he just has a huge appetite."
"Obviously he can't be a football coach with an appetite like that," responded Toon Link, as Walter happily licked the glaze off his fingers. "We should still interrogate him anyways, just to confirm our suspicions."
"You boys sure know a thing or two about doughnuts," Walter said to Toon Link and Young Link, who both took a seat at the interrogation table. "Glazed doughnuts are my favorite, I tell you what!"
"Screw your taste in doughnuts!" frowned Toon Link, knocking the box of doughnuts unto the floor aggressively with his arm. "We want to know you...the real you. We're gonna dig deep, into your soul..."
"...I mean, if this gets me back to Miami quicker, then I'll be happy to oblige." Walter sat back in his chair, awaiting the buddy cops' questions. "You two go ahead, and do your worst."
"Alright, mister...what did you do before you got here?" Toon Link leaned in close to Walter, with Young Link holding out a notepad and a pencil.
"Well before I got here, I ate a few cheeseburgers...and then I took a nap. After my nap was over with, I ate another cheeseburger.
"A lack of responsibility...no way he's a head coach," said Young Link as he jotted his notes down on his notepad, while Walter looked amused. "Tell me, good sir, do you have any children?"
"Yes, and I have grandchildren, in fact...they keep me young and old, at the same time. It's kind of like sweet and sour pork."
"Admitting to cannibalism...sure got a lot of criminal history under your belt." Young Link shook his head at Walter, who was even more amused. "Final question - how well do you handle divas?"
"Depends on one's personality. But just from experience, I can reel in a malcontent, and keep their bad behavior under the wraps. Gotta manage."
"Gotta manage, eh? So you think you could manage a guy who kicks someone out of their room, and take over this mansion?" asked Toon Link, asking Walter what he believed was a hard-hitting question. "Someone like...the Landlord?"
"The Landlord?" Walter heard that moniker from somewhere. "You're not talking about...oh no..."
"Sizzle? Sizzle! I need some of your sage advice!" Bowser called out to the bald guy, searching for him through the hallways. "I need some of your Ball So Hard expertise, if you don't mind!"
Bowser would soon find Sizzle in the hallway, having a word with Byleth and Beleth. The way it appeared, Sizzle was putting Byleth and Beleth in their place.
Sizzle: What is Ball So Hard University? It's a university that many of my teammates attended, including myself. The dean and president of the school is Shawn Carter...might wanna get some clearance on that. But in actuality, Ball So Hard University is a thing that started from a song I heard. That's all it is.
Bowser: I've never met the dean, Shawn Carter, in person...but I've heard that he's a pretty good rapper!
"Y'all supposed to be professors?" Sizzled questioned Byleth and Beleth, having major questions about the professors' credentials. "Show me y'all certificates."
"Certificates? For what?" frowned Beleth, as Bowser was watching from a distance. He felt proud of Sizzle, for putting Byleth and Beleth in their place.
"I just need some clarification that y'all are both fit to teach. Like, what subject do y'all even instruct in? World history?"
"Actually, we instruct students in how to fight...for war," explained Byleth, as Sizzle raised a very curious eyebrow. "Preparing them for war and whatnot."
"So are y'all professors, or army generals? Which one is it? I know y'all can't possibly be both!"
"They can be whatever they choose to be..." said a man, standing behind Sizzle, whose voice Sizzle recognized in a snap. Sizzle turned around...and was startled to see Walter, standing with the buddy cops.
"Oh, uh...hey there coach." Sizzle was smiling innocently, making himself look as innocent as possible. "I wasn't bothering these two, or anything."
"Sure you weren't...leave 'em alone, will ya?" Leave them alone, Sizzle did, as he walked over to Walter and followed after him. "C'mon, let's go round up the fellas...these young gentlemen here claim that they might be up to no good."
"Thank goodness that man saved us..." Beleth had this to say about Walter after he left, as Bowser snapped his fingers in disgust. Bowser was about to make his move towards Byleth and Beleth, wanting to finish Sizzle's dirty work, until...
"Hold up, are you guys new to the mansion?" Kevin showed up and approached Byleth and Beleth, accompanied by Richard and Nicholas. Kevin was on a mission - to meet every new resident at the mansion, before his visit was over.
"Yes, we started our residency here last week," replied Byleth; Bowser was staring down Kevin, for he remembered what the man did back in episode 42.
"That's him...that's the guy that outed me for starting that prank war!" growled Bowser, watching angrily as Kevin, Richard, and Nicholas were having a conversation with Byleth and Beleth. "I should get my revenge, but how?"
"Revenge on who?" asked the male Inkling, who approached Bowser from behind along with the female Inkling. Bowser turned around and saw the Inklings, and was smiling evilly.
"How would you like to splatter someone mercilessly...with paint?" Bowser knew that the Inklings couldn't resist a chance at splattering anyone, so he had them both wrapped around his finger.
"As if we would say no to that!" replied the female Inkling, as she and the male Inkling took out their Splattershots. "We'll show no mercy!"
"Yeah, that's the spirit! Now get close you two, lemme go over my secret plan..." The Inklings went closer to Bowser, who knelt down at the Inklings and began whispering his diabolical plan to them.
Believe it or not, it was possible to cook a steak inside a microwave, and it was possible to microwave one to medium-rare. So while Kermit's steak was microwaving in the microwave, Kermit spent his time discussing the Super Bowl with Mamori, Ashley, and Asuka...all of whom were bored.
"Personally I think the Chiefs will win the Super Bowl, but then again, I'm extremely biased," Kermit gave his prediction, as Mamori let out a big yawn. "No disrespect to the 49ers or anything."
Ashley: Thanks to Kermit rambling on about football and elongating the episode, you'd think that we were live streaming...and we don't live stream very often. Mamori won't do it unless it's for "charity".
"Woah, I think the steak is done!" exclaimed Kermit, after hearing a "DING!" sound from the microwave. He opened the microwave door and took out the steak, which was steaming hot. "Time to put on the ketchup!"
"Um, I don't think we can allow you to do that," Asuka intervened, doing what was best for not only Kermit, but for the viewers at home. "Not on our show..."
"What do you mean?" Kermit retracted his hand from the bottle of ketch up on the kitchen counter, wondering why Asuka was acting so triggered for.
"You might take this the wrong way, but...we only allow sane people on Microwave Idol Mamorin. Putting ketchup on a steak...that's not very sane."
"Well that's exactly why I'm here, to break some barriers down. I mean, you ARE gonna let me eat my own creation on camera, are you?" Asuka bit her bottom lip, as she looked at Mamori and Ashley.
"We'll let you have your chance," replied Mamori, smiling as her left eye twitch. Her eye twitched even more, as the young girl forced herself to watch Kermit cover his steak with ketchup. Almost felt sick to her stomach.
Master Hand was hanging around in the hallway, waiting patiently to get back inside his room. Walter showed up, along with the buddy cops.
"Toon Link and Young Link, I see you have done your job!" exclaimed Master Hand, when eh saw the buddy cops with Walter. The giant hand then focused his attention on Walter. "Excuse me, kind sir, but are you the Landlord's coach?"
"You're darn right I am..." replied Walter, before he heard the Landlord's voice nearby. He pressed his ear against Master Hand's door, listening attentively. "Is he in this room?" Walter asked Master Hand.
"Yes, and I need you to kick him outta there immediately." So Walter knocked on the bedroom door, and seconds later it was opened by the Landlord.
"Bruh for the last time, I'm not giving you back your room..." the Landlord groaned, before he realized who he was speaking to. He saw Walter staring at him, and was giggling nervously. "...what's up?"
"What did I tell you about holding someone's property hostage?" Walter asked the Landlord, before hanging his head in shame. "Get out of that room..."
"Yes sir..." Having learned his lesson, the Landlord walked out of Master Hand's room, much to the delight of Master Hand. Sensing that she was now free, Yukiko took a step out of the room, looking around.
"Is he finally gone?" the young woman asked, not knowing how sweet the taste of freedom was until now. She looked towards Walter, who smiled and nodded. "Phew, thank goodness..."
"Woo hoo, I finally got my room back!" cheered Master Hand, although theoretically he could've gotten his room back sooner. "Yu, your ex-girlfriend is saved!"
"I DON'T CARE!" shouted Yu, from wherever he was. Master Hand vanished and reappeared inside his room, as Walter shook his head and walked away.
"He could've done that earlier..." remarked Walter as he headed to the foyer, rounding up the rest of his troops.
Kermit was in the dining room, happily eating his ketchup-smothered steak in front of the camera. Mamori, Ashley, and Asuka looked on in disgust, acting as if they were watching a man eating human flesh.
"You girls don't know what you're missing out on," Kermit said to Mamori and company, as he took a bite from his steak. Mamori felt like throwing up. "Why are you so disgusted for, it's just ketchup!"
"Psst...over here," someone whispered to Kermit, who looked up and saw Walter standing at the dining room entrance. Walter was beckoning to Kermit.
"Sorry, ladies, but I'm afraid that I have to go." Kermit got up from the dining room table, putting away his eating utensils as he got up and waved goodbye. "It was great being on your show!"
"Our nightmare has come to an end, at last..." said a very relieved Mamori, with Kermit following Walter out of the dining room as Ashley readily tossed Kermit's steak into the trash can.
Sonic and Cheetah were on the eighth and final lap of their race, as both racers were craving for victory. Sonic, albeit running at a much slower pace than usual, was at the top of his game; Cheetah, on the other hand, was almost out of breath.
"This is it, ladies and gentlemen...the final lap!" announced Chick, as Stew was on the lookout for Sonic and Kermit. "Whoever makes it past the porch steps first will be declared the winner!"
"Here they come!" shouted Stew, as he saw Sonic and Cheetah running towards the garden shed. While Cheetah was huffing and puffing, struggling to keep up, Sonic had victory in his sight. "It all comes down to this..."
"Hey Sonic, you wanna hear a football joke?" Hunter called out to the hedgehog, standing at a distance where he wouldn't obstruct Sonic and Cheetah. "It's a good one - it'll knock your socks off!"
"Not now, I'm in a race here!" shouted Sonic, refusing to let any distraction deter him from winning the race. But Hunter, he couldn't resist...
"What do you call 53 millionaires around a television watching the Super Bowl? THE MIAMI DOLPHINS!"
After hearing Hunter's lame joke, Sonic stopped running, before walking over to Hunter so he could look at the cheetah inquisitively. Hunter was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down his cheeks.
"Hunter, that might be one of the lamest jokes I've ever heard," Sonic told the cheetah, who was too busy laughing to listen. "If not the lamest. You should feel ashamed, for even saying it out loud..."
"I can't believe it...CHEETAH HAS WON THE RACE!" announced Chick, as a shocked Sonic looked over and saw an exhausted Cheetah, raising his hands in victory as he ran slowly past Copper and Booker.
"Cheetah just beat Sonic, fair and square!" announced Stew, as Cheetah got down on all fours and took a breather. Sonic stomped his foot on the ground in anger. "All he needed was a distraction from Hunter."
"I might be tired...but at least I can still celebrate..." panted Cheetah before lifting up his right leg, as if he were a dog peeing. Chick and Stew were both offended by Cheetah's...interesting celebration.
"Come on, Cheetah, that's a disgusting act! Little kids are watching!" The only little kids that were around were Bowser Jr. and the Koopalings, who were playing catch near the mansion.
"Watching what? I didn't even see anything!" stated Bowser Jr, after catching the ball from Larry. Chick and Stew collectively gasped.
"Would you look at that - Cheetah already made Bowser Jr. go blind!" said Chick, speaking about Cheetah in a disdainful manner. "No love for the children!"
Hunter: I unknowingly helped that Cheetah guy to win, and I feel bad for it. Should've made him lose, instead of Sonic! Can't call yourself Cheetah when you're not even a cheetah yourself...poor guy must have an identity crisis, like Blake.
"Nice going, Hunter..." Sonic grumbled at the cheetah, before storming away. Cheetah stood back up on his feet, as Walter opened the front door and saw Cheetah from where he was.
"Get back inside...we're heading back," Walter instructed Cheetah, who did as he was told. Walter then stepped out unto the porch, looking for one more person...
"Thought I told you to keep your hands OFF MY FIANCEE!" Fox shouted at Michael, who was seen being chased by Fox. Fox had his Blaster out, firing shots at Michael. And Michael, running for his life, looked over and saw Walter standing on the porch.
"I'll meet up with ya soon!" Michael called out to Walter, while Fox chased him down. Walter went back inside the mansion, closing the front door.
Waluigi was inside the lobby area of the tower, looking for someone to shoulder tackle. He had a sneaky feeling that the tower residents were hiding.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." chanted Waluigi, his eyes darting left and right. He felt someone tap on his shoulder, and the lanky man grinned. "So, I take it that you chose to be in a world of hurt?"
Waluigi turned around, and saw that Incineroar was peering down on him. The lanky man gulped, as Incineroar looked down on Waluigi with arms folded.
"ROAAAAAARRRR!" roared Incineroar, before grabbing Waluigi and suplexing him unto the floor. Waluigi was laid out on the floor, as Incineroar stepped away.
"Now's your chance, Cero Miedo!" Pit called out, as Cero Miedo showed up in the lobby and stood over Waluigi. Cero Miedo looked into the distance, before taking off an imaginary elbow pad and tossing it away. He then ran left and right, bouncing off imaginary ropes, before stopping in front of Waluigi and dropping his elbow on the lanky man's chest.
"Ow, that hurts!" Waluigi winced in pain, as Cero Miedo got up off the floor and started crotch chopping in front of Waluigi. Stealing someone's taunt, talk about a true heel tactic. "Stop doing that, that's my schtick!"
"'Bout time you got wrecked, sucka!" Cero Miedo shouted at Waluigi, before kicking Waluigi's helmet right off his head. Pit and Kirby showed up in the lobby, and Cero Miedo ran to Pit and gave him a high five.
"That...was...AWESOME!" Pit said to Cero Miedo, who felt so pumped that he wanted to bash his head against a wall again. "You should teach me how to do that!"
"Trust me kid, it's all in the elbow..." Cero Miedo proudly tapped the bottom of his elbow, as Kirby came over to Waluigi to extend his sympathies.
"Sorry this has happened to you...it's just that you make yourself out to be too easy of a target sometimes," Kirby said to Waluigi, before patting the lanky man and walking away. Waluigi moaned in pain, unable to get up.
Kevin, Richard, and Nicholas showed up at the ballroom, where they saw Link and Cloud with Zelda. Link and Cloud were done decorating, and were now asking Zelda for their approval.
"Everything looks nice...I suppose you boys did a fine job," Zelda offered her two cents, holding her hand underneath her chin. "The Super Bowl party here should turn out fine - all there's left to do now is find a large screen to project the game on."
"A Super Bowl party in this ballroom?" Nicholas discussed quietly with Kevin and Richard, with Bowser and the Inklings creeping up on Kevin. "That's...unique."
"People at the mansion like to do some very unique stuff, every now and then..." remarked Kevin, unaware of the presence of Bowser and the Inklings. The Inklings had their Splattershots pointed at Kevin, ready to strike.
"On the count of three, you two splatter him until he begs of mercy," Bowser instructed the Inklings, who were both ready to fire an onslaught of paint on Kevin. "Here we go...one...two..."
Bowser couldn't even get to three, for the koopa king's voice was strangely muffled all of a sudden. The Inklings both frowned, as they turned around and saw Bowser subdued by Altaïr.
"Unless you wish to end up like him, I'd suggest you two run away," Altaïr warned the Inklings, as he pointed down at Bowser. Saving themselves from any trouble, the Inklings ran away, past Altaïr.
"It's getting kinda late; we should head back to Miami soon," Richard said to Kevin and Nicholas, before Altaïr approached Richard and company and spooked them. "Woah...Assassin's Creed guy!"
"Follow me...I'll lead you three to safety," Altaïr said to Richard and company, who all exchanged questionable looks with one another. "Trust me..."
Walter was joined by his men in the teleportation room - Kermit, Cheetah, Michael, Sizzle, and the Landlord. X was getting the teleportation device booted up, so he could send Walter and his men back to Miami.
"Whatever happened to you?" Kermit asked Michael, who had black marks all over his body and clothes. Looked like he braved through a war or something.
"I learned today that talking to cute space vixens is always a bad idea..." replied Michael, not wanting to give his pals the full details. "...but at least I got to dunk on the space vixen's man, on the basketball court."
X: Didn't tell Master Hand about the other guys I sent to the mansion, but I shouldn't bother anyways. He's in a good mood now, after getting his room back. I should just leave him be.
Shortly after Walter and his men returned to Miami, Kevin, Richard, and Nicholas were still stuck at the mansion, hiding inside a closet with Altaïr.
"So...when are we going back to Miami?" Kevin curiously asked Altaïr, who was looking out through the open crack in the closet door for Master Hand.
"Whenever the coast is clear," replied Altaïr, searching through the hallway for any sign of Master Hand. He was taking his mission rather seriously.
"Hey, guys, can I join?" someone outside the closet door asked; Altaïr opened the closet door wide open, and saw Cero Miedo. "Don't wanna feel left out..."
"Come in, come in..." Altaïr would let Cero Miedo inside the closet, before halfway closing the closet door. Soon Pit, Kirby, and Incineroar showed up at the closet. "Go away you three, you'll blow our cover..."
Tom Nook: The three gentlemen I saw at the mansion today will be back in Miami soon, whenever Master Hand is napping. That'll be our chance to send those three back to their destination. However, Master Hand will question why one of those three men is playing in the Super Bowl on Sunday...we'll just make up an excuse by then.
