Author's Note:

The Super Bowl is near...and this chapter, compared to others like it, has a few inside jokes that most football fans may know. If you're curious about someone or something in this chapter, a Google search might show you where you need to go. Don't say I didn't warn you. Guest reviews:

"Has Kasumi had any interactions with Inkling Boy yet? (They haven't had any since the Halloween chapter in 2019). Will Link finally propose to Zelda in the next chapter? A scene of Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite interacting with Elizabeth from Persona 3? (Miyuki Sawashiro is their Japanese VA). And finally, will Caroline and Justine fuse to Lavenza in future chapters? (Maybe temporary since Lavenza is their true form)."

Not yet, but I can make arrangements for that. Link will propose to Zelda in the next chapter...or maybe not. Hoping it will happen soon. I can have two Elizabeths interacting with one another. And I definitely won't rule out a Caroline and Justine fusion for later. Confused reader has returned:

"Ah, but there IS in fact, an appearance of a grown up Leaf (or should I say, Green). Pokemon Let's Go Pikachu and Eevee is where she made an appearance."

There is a grown-up Leaf? In Pokemon Let's Go Pikachu and Eevee? (I never played that game and I know very little about it, so I'm very much out of the loop.) Then that means... *gasps* ...I ACTUALLY BROKE CANON! Now I feel like a horrible person. Moving on:

"Also, could you make Caroline and Justine fuse to Lavenza in the end of their episode?"

People really wanna see Lavenza, huh? Guess I'll have to make it happen later this year.


Episode 268: TestRun

Super Bowl 55 was but two days away, with the two best teams - the Kansas City Chiefs and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers - vying for championship gold. And since neither team was a rival of the hometown Seattle Seahawks, Master Hand did not need to send out a needless Super Bowl mandate.

That said, interest in the Super Bowl was pretty high. The Buccaneers' Tom Brady looked to win his seventh Super Bowl, and fully supplant himself as football's greatest. The Chiefs' Patrick Mahomes looked to repeat as Super Bowl champ, and become one step closer to being the greatest of all time. It was a highly anticipated quarterback duel that would be sure to delight viewers around the world.

But the Super Bowl wasn't the most important thing at the mansion, not by a long shot. And you know why? Because there was something that would take place on the day before the Super Bowl...Mewtwo's birthday! According to a Pokemon journal entry, Mew gave birth to Mewtwo on February 6th. A birthday celebration for Mewtwo was in order.

"Just so we're clear, I do not want a birthday celebration," Mewtwo said to Cloud, who was about to make a phone call down in the Pokemon sanctuary. "I don't mind everyone singing to me happy birthday, but no party."

"Do you mind having a birthday cake?" asked Cloud, and the look on Mewtwo's face seemed to suggest no. Then again, Mewtwo always had the same facial expression all the time. Hard to tell how he felt most of the time. "We'll just go with some cupcakes, then..."

Sonic: Yuck...Tom Brady is in the Super Bowl AGAIN! Sure hope that the Chiefs win. Can't have an old geezer win the championship and hog all the glory. This isn't modern-day WWE!

Riku: Going for the Buccaneers to win, since they're based on pirates. And pirates are pretty cool. When they aren't Heartless, that is.

Diddy Kong: Because Master Hand finally isn't forcing us who to root for, I'm gonna go for the Bucs to win!...What do you mean, I can't think for myself?

Kamui: As mean-spirited as it might sound, I hope the Chiefs beat the Buccaneers so badly, that Brady will be forced to retire. If it means getting Corrin to stop obsessing over him...

Falco: Need the Chiefs to win. Not just because I dislike the Bucs, but also because I can't stand Brady any longer. That stupid Super Bowl comeback four years ago still haunts me to this very day...
Geo Stelar: *approaches Falco* Hey Falco, I've been meaning to call Rayman for the longest time. Aren't the last four digits of his phone number twenty-eight two three?
Falco:
*eye twitches*
Geo Stelar: I didn't say that right, did I?
Falco:
It's everywhere...I can never escape it... *puts hands on his head as he runs away*
Geo Stelar: Welp, 2823 it is...

"You're still stopping by the drop off those nachos?" Samus spoke with Sombra over the phone as she passed through the sanctuary. "Yeah, someone should let you in through the backdoor. Copper and Booker might give you a hard time."

"I take it that you're speaking with Sombra," Cloud said to Samus, who was left curious as to why the swordsman was so interested in the hacker. "Can you ask her if her scientist friend is with her?"

"Uh, don't mind if I ask this, but..." Samus gave Cloud a weird side-eye, turning her head away. "...is Moira with you?...Oh, she is?...As a plus-one, I assume?...Great. Just wondering...no, I'm not worried about Doomfist or Reaper. Just Moira. Don't ask."

"Thanks, Miss Aran," Cloud thanked the bounty hunter, who gave the swordsman another side-eye as she walked away and resumed her phone conversation. Cloud was about to make a phone call of his own before he heard Mewtwo shudder and make a weird noise. "What's wrong, Mewtwo?"

"I detect the presence of some familiar faces within the mansion...all of them from Tampa, Florida," replied Mewtwo, leading Cloud to assume that Master Hand asked someone to use the teleportation device. "Master Hand just doesn't know how to not bother people..."


Zelda walked through the hallways, making sure that everything was decent and orderly. Maintaining peace within the mansion was one of her duties as the woman of the mansion. When the princess neared the teleportation room, she heard plenty of commotion coming from the room.

"Oh dear...please don't tell me..." fretted Zelda as she got closer to the teleportation room before her worst fears were realized...two men walked out of the room, two gentlemen who first showed up in episode 59 - Thomas and Broski.

"Master Hand has absolutely no chill..." remarked Thomas with a sigh, as he had some mixed reactions about returning to the mansion. Broski, on the other hand, felt the exact opposite.

"I bet you that Master Hand has more cute anime girls this time around!" the man smiled creepily as he rubbed his hands together; Thomas gave his friend a very concerning look.

"Don't you have a girlfriend already?" Thomas asked Broski, who wiped his smile away as he stood up straight and looked serious. "But hey, if you wanna have a secret anime girlfriend, fine by me..."

"Hide your kids and hide your wives...'cause Cheetah is back!" shouted Cheetah - the speedster from episode 215, as he happily walked out of the teleportation room. Cheetah posed for nobody in particular, as Zelda rested her hand on her temple.

"I'm back too, I guess," said the Landlord, one of Cheetah's pals from episode 215, as he stepped out of the teleportation room. "Time to get crackin'..." The Landlord headed down the hallway, as another one of Cheetah's pals, Michael came out from the teleportation room.

"Sure hope we aren't breaking protocol here..." remarked Michael, before seeing Thomas and Broski standing around in the middle of the hallway. "...you boys can stand around gawking; I'll see if they got any good snacks in that vending machine."

"Take your time," Thomas said to Michael, who gave a two-finger salute as he headed down the hallway past a facepalming Zelda. Just then, Master Hand appeared, showing up in front of Thomas and Broski.

"Thomas! Broski! My two favorite people!" the giant hand greeted the two gentlemen, who were tired of Master Hand already. Hadn't even been ten seconds. "Welcome back, my friends! Now tell me, where's my other favorite person, Kermit?"

"Someone called my name? Was it Master Hand?" asked a certain someone, as Kermit stepped out of the teleportation room. He wasn't alone, for with him was Walter - the so-called coach that the buddy cops had interrogated before. "And there he is..."

"Pardon me, but is there a burger joint around here?" Walter asked Master Hand, as he was slightly embarrassing Kermit. The fact that he was talking to a giant hand didn't phase him. "I'm kind of hungry right now."

"You can ask our connoisseur in the kitchen for some grub," replied Master Hand, as Walter eagerly went down the hallway - running as far as his weight could carry him. Master Hand then turned his attention to Thomas, Broski, and Kermit. "You three go run along now - have fun!"

"Master Hand, you can't just force us back to..." Kermit said to the giant hand, who disappeared right before Kermit could finish his sentence. "...your mansion." Kermit let out an exasperated sigh.

"So you've been here before, too..." Thomas said to Kermit, who nodded his head; Thomas had a little sympathy right now. "...yeah, Master Hand sucks sometimes. He's the worst."

"I think that should be the rest of you guys," Mega Man said to Thomas and company as he exited the teleportation room with two black dudes; we shall dub them Drew and Tavaris, respectively.

"I'm just gonna hang out with Mega Man here," Drew said to Thomas, Broski, and Tavaris, wanting to chill out with the Blue Bomber. "The three of y'all can go ahead and do whatever."

"We'll try..." replied Broski, as he and his pals went down the hallway. The trio would pass by Zelda, whom Broski smiled at. "...long time no see, princess!"

"Don't you even try..." Zelda sternly told Broski, who picked up the pace as he continued down the hallway. From a far distance, Link was looking on, his eyes fixated on you-know-who.

Link: Today is the day that it all comes together. I missed my golden opportunity last week, but this time everything will go exactly as planned. Waited too long for this moment, so I got to do all that I can to make it count. Smooth sailing...


For Sora, it was his second time ever watching the Super Bowl. And this time around, he had his friends Riku and Kairi to watch the game with. If they were even that interested in watching, that is.

"Wow, there's a poster of Captain Jack Sparrow!" marveled Sora as he saw a Jack Sparrow poster in the living room, one that was newly added. Sora turned to face Fox and Falco as he pointed at the poster. "I know Jack personally; he's really nice once you get to know him."

"I'm sure that he is..." replied Falco, trying to act nice and friendly, before leaning in close to Fox and whispering: "...how much would you believe that this man met the Fairy Godmother?"

"He did meet her, apparently," replied Fox, as Sora was now reminiscing the adventures he spent with Jack Sparrow. "Claimed he met her in Merlin's house after her world was destroyed."

"You mean castle, right? Why would a wizard such as Merlin live in some stinking house?" Fox shrugged in response, as Cheetah entered the living room, smiling and rubbing his hands when he saw Fox and Falco.

"Hey! Over here!" Cheetah called out to Fox and Falco, grabbing their attention. "Which one of y'all wants to challenge Cheetah to a race?" Both Fox and Falco were pretty fast, so either one would be good competition for Cheetah.

"There's a cheetah?! Where?!" questioned Sora, overhearing the conversation as he readily took out his Keyblade ready to attack anything in sight. Cheetah just stared at the Keyblade wielder, shaking his head in dismay.

"Put your dumb giant key away, you fool...I wasn't even talking to you." So Sora sheepishly put his Keyblade away, as Cheetah turned his attention back to Fox and Falco. "Either one of y'all can race me around the mansion. So who's it gonna be?"

"Looks like someone's in the mood for taking a big fat L today," sneered Fox, as the pilot's trash talk got Cheetah even more pumped up and motivated. "I'll give ya a race...if you can keep up."

"Alright, alright...that's what I like to see!" It was going to be Fox versus Cheetah outside the mansion, in a race. The winner takes all. "Already got my cleats on, so let's go!"

"HOLD IT!" boomed Master Hand as he appeared in the living room before Cheetah and the pilots could head outside. "Before any of you do your little race, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Sorry, Master Hand, but this Cheetah dude really wants to lose," Fox said to the giant hand as he was becoming more cocky and arrogant. Which was what Cheetah liked to see. "Can't leave him empty-handed!"

"Well, the race is not important now. But what is important is Mewtwo's birthday, which is tomorrow." Master Hand hyped up Mewtwo's birthday to the residents, and many of them did not care. Mewtwo included.

"People celebrate a Pokemon's birthday?" asked a confused Cheetah; he looked towards Fox and Falco for an answer, but the pilots didn't have one.

"In case you didn't know, Mew gave birth to Mewtwo on February 6. That means Mew is technically Mewtwo's biological mother." That fact almost made Cheetah want to laugh.

"Why are you telling us this for?" Falco asked Master Hand, extremely worried about whatever "favor" the giant hand asked to be fulfilled. "Not like it's some Snapple bottle fact worth telling someone about.

"No, but a motherly reunion is in order. Which is why I want you three to find Mew, for Mewtwo's birthday!" Fox and Falco looked despondent, while an eavesdropping Sora smiled with glee. "I was only referring to Fox, Falco, and Cheetah, Sora..."

"Wait a minute...why am I included?" Cheetah questioned Master Hand, as Sora went from happy to sad and left the living room. "I don't even know where Mew is! Nobody knows!"

"True, but your speed makes you a perfect candidate for the task! You can chase after Mew, and catch it with ease! Now, Mew supposedly lives in South America, so that said..."

"Who brings stuffed peppers to a Super Bowl party..." pondered Sombra as she walked into the living room from the dining room, before looking up and seeing Master Hand. "...ay caramba."

"Miss Sombra! I have been expecting you." Sombra was skittish, worried that Master Hand had eavesdropped on her and Samus' phone conversations. "I assume you brought those nachos for our party, so thank you."

"You're welcome...I guess." One good look at Master Hand and Sombra could tell that the giant handed wanted her for something. "Did you want me to bring some guacamole, too? Samus already told me that..."

"No, not necessary! Guacamole has caused too many problems for us. I just need you to accompany these three in finding Mew." Sombra took a gander at Fox, Falco, and Cheetah, as she mulled her options.

"Lo Siento, not interested." Sombra folded her arms as she gave her answer before Master Hand offered the hacker a fat stack of cash. Sombra smiled as she happily took the cash. "Eh, you know what, maybe I'll oblige."

"Psst...isn't that chick associated with Widowmaker?" Fox whispered to Falco, as he and his friend watched Sombra stroke the dollar bills in her hands. "We should probably keep a close eye on her..."


Sombra stayed true to her word, as she brought the nachos to the mansion. Said nachos were left in the dining room, where Walter was devouring a plate of barbecue wings. Sombra's plus one, Reaper, was seated next to him.

"Yeah, that's right, eat those barbecue wings...you know you love 'em," Reaper enticed Walter as he rubbed his hands together, wanting to see Walter drop dead in the next minute or two. "Don't stop..."

Reaper: Is it bad that I'm hoping for the fatso with the Hawaiian shirt to die from a heart attack? Man, I am such a horrible person...

"Wishing death on another person is very mean-spirited," said Reaper's fellow Talon buddy Doomfist, who was standing behind Reaper. "Especially on a man who has never wronged you for anything."

"It's not like this guy will be living for much longer anyway," responded Reaper, with Doomfist shaking his head as Walter was eating away. Soon Mario came inside the dining room, much to Reaper's chagrin. "And there he is..."

"Hello, Mr. Reaper!" Mario waved to the mercenary, who was cringing mightily behind his skull mask. "Hello, Mr. Doomfist!" Mario waved to the Nigerian cyborg, pretty startled to see him at the mansion. "And hello...mama mia! Those-a wings are for the mansion's Super Bowl party!"

"Guess you won't be needing these wings anymore," remarked Walter as he was about to eat another wing...before Mario ran over to the man and grab his arm, restricting him. Mario and Walter were tussling with each other over the wing, bringing their fight down to the dining room floor.

"This is kind of pathetic to look at," remarked Reaper, as he found the tussling on the floor to be slightly enjoyable. "Let him eat that stupid chicken wing, Mario - the guy sure needs it!"

"Mario, can you lay off the walrus guy and come here?" Pit asked the plumber as he came inside the dining room. "Lloyd and I need your help with our food truck business." Mario and Walter ended their tussling, as Reaper felt annoyed at the mere presence of Pit.

"'Walrus guy'?!" frowned Walter, sitting back in his chair as he took a bite out of his barbecue chicken wing. "Well, I never...did he say food truck?"

"Sure thing, Pit, let me dust-a myself off..." replied Mario, as he dusted off his overalls before following Pit out of the dining room. Walter, in a curious state of mind, followed closely behind.

"Our friend appears to be one step closer towards getting a heart attack..." Reaper said to Doomfist as he began to stalk his prey, Walter. Doomfist shook his head, having no choice but to monitor Reaper.


Crazy Hand was away from the Assist Tower for an hour or two, choosing to go for a random stroll about Seattle. Scared plenty of city folk along the way, but it was totally worth it for him. When Crazy Hand returned to the tower, he hovered down the hallway to his room, only to see a note on the bedroom door...

"'This tower is now under the possession of...the Landlord'?!" Crazy Hand read the note out loud, before noticing that his door was locked. He was locked out from his own room. "What is the MEANING of this? Open up this instant!"

"Someone called?" asked the Landlord as he opened the door, only to see a ticked-off Crazy Hand waiting around. The Landlord just smiled. "Oh, you must be Crazy Hand? Are you and Master Hand twins brothers?"

"What are you, a GENEALOGIST? Get out of my room this instant! SERENA!" Right on cue, Serena showed up...as she poked her head out of Crazy Hand's room. The Landlord had authority over Serena, and Crazy Hand did not like it.

"About time you made it back, Crazy Hand," Serena said to the giant hand, who was seething as his fingers were twitching with rage. "I see that you've met the Landlord..."

"Serena, what is this HOODLUM doing in my room?" Crazy Hand asked the Keeper as Knuckles, who happened to walk by, stopped and gave Crazy Hand a shocked look. "He has no RIGHT to be here!"

"Woah, Crazy Hand, that wasn't very classy at all," Knuckles said to the giant hand, ready to accuse him of racial profiling. "Also, the Landlord's a pretty cool guy, leave him alone!"

"Oh yeah, I got to know some of the dudes in the tower while you were off doing whatever," the Landlord explained to Crazy Hand, who so desperately wanted to punch the man in the face. "Very nice people."

"WALUIGI! Get your butt over here, and get this man OUT of my tower!" shouted Crazy Hand, as Waluigi showed up seconds later...wearing a fancy tuxedo. The lanky man held a plate of wings in his hand, and it wasn't for Crazy Hand.

"Here are your wings, Landlord sir..." Waluigi presented the plate of wings to the Landlord before he noticed Crazy Hand, who was still pretty ticked off. "...sorry Crazy Hand, but I'm serving the Landlord today."

Landlord: That Serena girl is pretty nice. Gives better massages than the other chick. And Waluigi is even more of a pushover than I expected him to be! Gotta say that this tower's a little better than the mansion.

"No, this cannot BE!" shouted a highly disgusted Crazy Hand, as his hatred for the Landlord was growing by the second. "Waluigi, forget this man, DEFY him at once, and serve me instead!"

"Eh...I'd rather not, the Landlord is nicer," replied Waluigi, making Crazy Hand gasp and clutch his imaginary pearls. "He treats me better than you do."

"IMPOSSIBLE! I treat you exactly how I personally would like to be treated!" That got a snicker out of Knuckles, and even Serena was smiling to herself.

"So you'd want someone to strip you down until you're butt-naked?" Knuckles asked Crazy Hand, as Waluigi too wanted to snicker at Crazy Hand - if not for the horrible memory that Knuckles made him relive in his head. "You sure are weird like that, Crazy Hand."

"Oh, whatever..." Crazy Hand waved off Knuckles, before pointing his finger in the Landlord's face. The Landlord didn't even flinch once. "I will have CONTROL of my tower back, just you WAIT and see!"

"Aight man...you do you," the Landlord responded, not at all worried about Crazy Hand's threat, as Crazy Hand floated away plotting his plan to regain control of the tower. "Hey Waluigi, how about you get me a bottle of water? I'll pay ya this time."

"Getting money for doing menial tasks, now this is what I like!" exclaimed Waluigi as he walked to the kitchen; the lanky man certainly wouldn't mind having the Landlord as his boss indefinitely.


It has been around three years since Thomas and Broski were last at the mansion, and obviously, a lot has changed since their last visit. For instance, there were plenty of new residents that the two had never met before. Take Min Min, for instance.

"These noodles are so good, man..." Broski said to Min Min, who was standing by smiling as Broski was slurping down an entire bowl of ramen noodles. He slurped the noodles down in a hurry. "You got another bowl, don't you?"

"Please take your time," Min Min said to Broski as she handed the man another bowl of ramen noodles...and Broski slurped down those noodles down quickly as well. Min Min sighed, as Thomas looked on shaking his head.

"Cut him some slack - he's been hungry for most of the week," Thomas said to Min Min, who groaned as she retreated to the kitchen. Had no choice but to leave Broski satisfied. "Oh, and uh, I would like some noodles, too!"

Thomas: Things here haven't been the same since I was around. Just learned that the Investigation Crew apparently lives here now, as well as those Phantom Thieves. (Still think that's the name of some kind of anime club.) Samus has an evil twin, which surprised me a bit. And then there's Steve from Minecraft...wasn't he like some kind of meme, from a few years ago?

As Broski waited for Min Min to bring back some more noodles, he looked up and gasped when he saw a certain one-winged angel standing far away. Broski tugged on Thomas' shirt, garnering his friend's attention.

"Bro...it's him," Broski said in awe to Thomas as he pointed at Sephiroth, who was standing around menacingly. Thomas got a good look at Sephiroth, knowing that interacting with him wouldn't be the wisest decision.

"I don't think we should...mess with him," Thoams said to Broski, who ignored his friend's warning as he walked over to Sephiroth. Thomas sighed as he followed after his friend. "We're totally done for now..."

"Sephiroth, bro, what's good?!" Broski greeted the one-winged angel, oblivious to how bothered Sephiroth looked. Broski held out his hand for some dap, but Sephiroth left the man hanging.

"Great, more gawkers..." grumbled Sephiroth, who grew even more irritated when Broski started stroking his black wing, like a rabid fangirl. "...any reason as to why you are stroking my wing?"

"You should stop doing that right now..." Thomas said nervously to Broski, speaking through a clenched smile. Broski was putting himself and Thomas in a deadly, precarious situation.

"So you're gonna run a route-a in these neighborhoods?" asked Mario, whom Thomas heard speaking in the lounge. Thoams took a peek inside the lounge and saw Mario with Toad, Pit, Lloyd, and Kermit, with Toad holding a map.

"They're the quietest ones in Seattle, so yeah," replied Toad, as Thomas curiously entered the lounge. Broski, noticing Thomas, would follow his friend's lead, as Sephiroth sighed in relief.

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Thomas asked Mario and company, curious as to why Kermit was in on the conversation. Broski was rubbing his hand with a smile, grateful that he got to meet Sephiroth in the flesh.

"These fellas are trying to start a food delivery service in town," Kermit explained to Thomas, bringing his attention to Pit and Lloyd. Lloyd gave Thomas a thumbs up, signifying that the delivery service was his idea.

"A food delivery service, huh?" Thomas smirked as he folded his arms, impressed by Pit and Lloyd for taking some initiative. "I suppose this mansion could use a few essential workers."

"We're gonna be delivering nothing but healthy food," Lloyd said to Thomas, having the utmost faith that his delivery service would be a local hit. "And we're gonna do it in our awesome food truck!"

"...which is still in the repair shop," stated Toad, as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "It's a pretty high fee since it's a food truck and all..."

"No problem - I can cover for it," replied Kermit, who had plenty of money on him. Big money grip. "I could do like, half of it."

"I could cover the other half," smirked Thomas, refusing to let Kermit get away with such a good, wholesome deed. "If it's not too much trouble..."

"Great! So that means you two will be getting our food truck from the repair shop," gleamed Toad, as neither Thomas nor Kermit looked too happy about that. "This will work out just fine!"

"Noodles! I've got some more noodles!" Min Min called out from the hallway, as she had another freshly made bowl of ramen noodles for Broski. "Got one for you two, Thomas! Just like you asked!"

"Uh, you can go get that food truck..." Broski said to Thomas, his craving for ramen noodles quickly reignited as he was about to leave the lounge. "...and I'll, uh, eat your serving of noodles. If you don't make it back in time."

"Don't count on it...on you eating my noodles, I mean," Thomas said to Broski, who nodded his head as he left the lounge. Thomas let out a sigh. "I take it that we're supposed to pick up the food truck right away, aren't we?"


While Thomas and Broski had stuck together, their other friend Tavaris was chilling out in the foyer. The man was on his phone, trying to get into the mansion's wi-fi when he looked up and Sonic and Donkey Kong pass by.

"Hey, do any of y'all know what the wi-fi password is?" Tavaris asked Sonic and Donkey Kong, as he pointed at his phone. To Tavaris' chagrin, neither one of Sonic or Donkey Kong knew the password themselves.

"We have a wi-fi password?" Donkey Kong asked Sonic, and that was the last thing that Tavaris wanted to hear. Sonic was thinking to himself.

"If I recall correctly, the password had something to do with Samus," replied Sonic, and that got Donkey Kong thinking. Until the gorilla suddenly remembered what the wi-fi password was.

"Of course! The password is 'big boobs'! No space in-between, and the letter Z at the end." Samus walked into the foyer when she heard this, frowning as she looked pretty offended.

"Lemme see...lemme see..." said Tavaris as he typed in the password, before successfully getting into the wi-fi. "...haha, it actually worked!" Tavaris cheered, as the still offended Samus grumbled and walked away. "Thanks, man!"

Samus: Gave the others some suggestions for the wi-fi password...but they turned all of them down. And guess what they decided to go with?

Master Hand: Is it pretty unclassy to have "bigboobz" as our wi-fi password? In a way, it is. But what's important is, that password keeps everyone secure.

Futaba: Coco, Fuuka, and I have spent much of our time trying to convince Master Hand to change the mansion's wi-fi password. Needless to say, we're still working on it.

"Do we really have to show up at the repair shop dressed up like this?" moaned Kermit, as he and the others from the lounge came down the stairs. Kermit and Thomas arrived at the foyer dressed up in a frog and goat costume, respectively.

"This is just to protect your identities," Toad explained to Kermit, as Sonic, Donkey Kong, and Tavaris found themselves laughing at the costumes. "Look at that, you're both a hit already!"

"Bro, you both look ridiculous!" Tavaris said to Thomas and Kermit as he was holding back tears of laughter. The humiliation that Kermit and Thomas felt was radiating outside of their costumes.

"Let's-a get this over with, Toad, before these-a two kill you..." said Mario, as Toad candidly led the group out of the mansion. Thomas, however, stayed behind for a moment being.

"You go on ahead without me, I'll be there soon," the man said to Mario and company, before heading over to Tavaris so he could speak with him in private. "Can you do us a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?" asked Tavaris as he put his phone away, interested in hearing what his friend had to say. "Want me to go in your place?"

"Just hear me out...so the guy in charge around here, Master Hand, wants to keep us hostage in this mansion until he decides to let us go back to Tampa. I'm going to some car repair shop to pick up a food truck, but after that, I don't know if Master Hand will let us return. So I need you to cause some trouble, and tick off Master Hand to the point where..."

"Basically you want me to get all of us in trouble, so we can go back to Florida." That was exactly the plan Thomas had in mind, as Thomas nodded his head. "Okay then, I got you...you can count on me."

Thomas would pat Tavaris on his shoulder, putting his full trust in his friend, before leaving the mansion in his goat costume. Knowing what he had to do, Tavaris left the foyer so he could stir up some trouble. Donkey Kong would leave the foyer, and Sonic was about to do the same, until...

"Moira O'Deorain...it's a pleasure," said Cloud, whom Sonic saw speaking with someone as he looked towards the nearest hallway entrance. The person that Cloud was speaking with was Moira, a controversial geneticist and one of Sombra's confidants.

"I am delighted that you wanted to speak with me, Mr. Strife," Moira said to Cloud, speaking with a very refined and cordial taste, as Sonic kept a very close eye on the conversation. "Although thanks be to Sombra, for bringing me along without my say in the matter..."

"Now you know how Reaper must feel. So now that you're here, can you come with me to the Pokemon sanctuary?"

"Why, of course. I'll be willing to spare as much of my science as you need." So Cloud led Moira to the sanctuary, as a curious Sonic furrowed his brow and trailed closely behind.


Walter had planned on following Mario and Pit to the food truck, just to see if the two had any food for him to completely devour...but the man was blind-sighted. Blind-slighted by Pigma Dengar, who apparently ordered a box of pizza...for himself.

"Go ahead, take your time!" Pigma said to Walter, as he and the man were eating pizza in the middle of the hallway. Reaper was looking on, with Doomfist monitoring the mercenary. "I got more pizza boxes in my room!"

"Come on, you fat oaf, just die already..." an impatient Reaper said to Walter, hoping that the man would die in the next minute or two. He'd much rather have Walter die on his own, rather than having to take care of things himself.

Pigma: It felt great getting to pig out with a fellow pig if you know what I mean!...That man I was eating pizza with wasn't a pig?! Well, was he a walrus then? He was definitely a walrus. Wonder what happened to his tusks.

"Hola, Gabriel," a certain hacker greeted Reaper, who groaned as he turned around and spotted Sombra. Sombra was smiling, thinking that her smile could make Reaper's anger go away.

"Can't you see that I'm busy here?" Reaper frowned at Sombra as he pointed at Walter, who had just finished off the rest of Pigma's pizza. "I'm literally waiting for this man to die."

"I have some meat lover's pizza hidden in my closet, in case you're interested," Pigma said to Walter, who was quickly interested as he followed Pigma down the hallway. Reaper looked on, dismayed that Walter hadn't dropped dead.

"Eh...that sounds muy aburrido," remarked Sombra, before holding out her hand to Reaper as if she expected something from the mercenary. "Anyways, I'm gonna need your shotguns. Cough 'em up, chico."

"Don't question her, just do what she says," Doomfist advised Reaper, not wanting the mercenary to start up a scene. So Reaper grumbled, as he took out his shotguns and handed them over to Sombra.

"You lose either one of those guns, and you're a dead woman..." Reaper threatened Sombra, who smirked before turning her invisible and running away. "...now, where did that fatso run off to?"


Fox, Falco, and Cheetah were in the living room, waiting for Sombra to return so they could find Mew and get it over with. With them was Link, who was busy thinking to himself.

"So are you like, some kind of elf?" Cheetah asked Link, having the sudden urge to ask the Hylian this pressing question. Link had his trace of thought momentarily interrupted as he looked at Cheetah.

"No, I'm a Hylian," replied Link, who knew that he had to elaborate due to the look Cheetah's face. "Basically I'm a human, but with magic and stuff."

"Oh, so you must be a fairy, then!" Cheetah smiled to himself, thinking that he was right, as Link smacked his forehead. "But where are your wings, though?"

"Move aside, blondie..." Sombra said to Link, brushing the Hylian aside as she returned to the living room with Reaper's shotguns. Fox and Falco looked at the shotguns, recognizing who they belonged to.

"Bruh, she's got those shotguns..." Falco whispered to Fox, as he was slightly fearing for his life. "...she might be carrying orders from Widowmaker."

"I have no faith in your silly little space pistols, so here you go," Sombra said to Fox and Falco as she tossed the shotguns to the pilots. Fox fumbled with the shotgun as he caught it, accidentally pulling the trigger and shooting a hole in the wall.

"I'm not that good at using real guns, if you catch my drift," Fox gave this excuse to Sombra, who shook her head; better hope that Fox doesn't accidentally shoot himself.

"Hey, how come those two get weapons and I don't?" Cheetah frowned at Sombra, refusing to go empty-handed. Either Fox and Falco could offer their Blaster to Cheetah, but they probably didn't trust the man enough.

"Because you already have a weapon, chico...your 'speed,'" replied Sombra, before walking up to Cheetah and bopping him on the nose. "Boop!" Cheetah just stood there, mildly confused, as Sombra smiled. "Now let's go catch that stupid Mew already! Andale, Andale!"

Master Hand: Mewtwo is such a Debbie Downer. It's kinda pathetic, to be honest. Can you imagine having your birthday tomorrow, and not even being remotely excited about it? I completely understand that Mew being a deadbeat mom is a justifiable reason to be upset, but that gives you no reason to not celebrate your own birthday! I personally blame the scientists that helped create Mewtwo, they must've been terrible caretakers. No wonder Mewtwo went berserk and killed them all.

Sombra led Fox, Falco, and Cheetah out of the living room, as Link stayed put. Link sat down on the living room couch, still thinking, as Michael came inside.

"Got any idea as to where those fox and bird guys are running off to?" Michael asked Link after he saw Fox and Falco leave the living room; he recognized them from his last visit to the mansion.

"Beats me..." replied Link, who was lost in his thoughts as he was thinking to himself. Seeing how deep in thought Link was, Michael took a seat on the couch next to the Hylian.

"You look like you got a lot on your mind. What are you thinking about? Thinking about a girl you like?" Michael nudged Link with his elbow, as he had a big smile on his face.

"Well, yeah...I'm thinking about my girlfriend, Princess Zelda." Link dug into his pocket, pulling out an object. "And I was thinking about giving her...this." Link revealed the object to Michael, being as discreet as possible, as Michael's eyes went wide.

"Woah!" Michael was so allured by the object, that he literally jumped off the couch in pure excitement before returning to his seat. "That's a pretty big move to make, my guy."

"I know, I know..." Link put the object back in his pocket, once again being discreet. Whatever that object was had to be super secret. "...but the thing is, I don't know when to give it to Zelda!"

"Well, if there's any piece of advice that I would give, it's to wait until the time is right. Don't wait out your chance."

"I'd like to think that the right time has been long overdue. Should've gotten over it a long time ago, but now..."

"Hey man - it's better late than never." Michael gave Link an encouraging pat on his back, before getting off the couch. "But it's your call, so go forth whenever you feel like it. Follow your heart!"

"Follow your heart...sounds easier said than done." Link thought over Michael's advice, as Michael left the living room and let Link mull over things.


Tavaris had a mission to fulfill - cause as much trouble as possible so that Thomas and company could go back to Tampa on early notice. Where would Tavaris start first? The kitchen, where Cilan was happily washing the dishes and humming a happy tune. Roy was cooking a filet mignon over the stove, as Tavaris sneaked past the swordsman and to the fridge.

"There's gotta be somewhere for me to start..." Tavaris said to himself as he opened the fridge and looked inside. A fish head was the first thing he saw.

"That filet mignon is smelling really good, Roy!" Cilan said to the swordsman, as the smell from the stove reached the connoisseur's nostrils. Tavaris looked at Cilan, then at Roy, then at the fish head, as he thought out his master plan.

"Bro, this man is a threat," Tavaris alerted Roy, as he brought the swordsman's attention to Cilan. Tavaris was pointing accusingly at Cilan, who stopped washing the dishes as he looked on in confusion.

"But how? Cilan has rarely harmed anyone," replied Roy, leading Tavaris to grab the fish head and show it to Roy. Apparently, Roy had never seen that fish head before.

"Then why is he keeping this fish head in the fridge for?" Roy slowly found himself convinced, as Tavaris turned his attention to Cilan. "Is this not your fish head, good sir?"

"Yes, but I'm using it for my soup later!" Cilan defended himself, quickly becoming flustered. "Who are you to accuse me...what's your name?"

"You can call me...Mr. Big Chest." Tavaris...erm, Mr. Big Chest, put on a pair of sunglasses and puffed out his chest to Cilan, who felt slightly intimidated. "And I'm here to expose you as a serial killer."

"I dunno, Cilan doesn't look like a serial killer type," stated Roy, who was 50/50 on Cilan being a threat. Mr. Big Chest had to sway the swordsman's mind. "What does a fish head in the fridge hint at?"

"It's not just a hint...it's an implication." Mr. Big Chest did his best to change Roy's mind, and it seemingly worked as Roy's mind was now made up.

"Cilan, I think you need to go to a psych ward or something," Roy said to the connoisseur, who was in disbelief that Mr. Big Chest somehow got the swordsman to be on his side. "We don't need guys like you beheading people around the mansion."

"THE FISH HEAD IS FOR MY SOUP!" shouted Cilan as he defended himself yet again, before throwing his arms up in defeat. He took off his kitchen gloves and stormed out of the kitchen. "Excuse me, I have to let off some steam..."

Dunban: Fish head? I don't know anything about a fish head inside our fridge. Could that be the sign of a potential psychopath in our midst?

"You can consider yourself welcome," Mr. Big Chest said to Roy, as he gave the swordsman a fist bump. Mr. Big Chest still had more to do. "Stay safe, aight?"

"You do the same...Mr. Big Chest," replied Roy, as Mr. Big Chest left the kitchen. Roy resumed cooking his filet mignon, now worried about Cilan.


The food truck was at the repair shop, and it was up to Thomas and Kermit to retrieve it. So the duo arrived at the repair shop, dressed up in their costumes.

"Uh, we're here to pick up a food truck for our friends," Kermit said to the mechanics at the repair shop, who were all alarmed by his frog suit. Mario, Pit, Toad, and Lloyd were nearby, stifling their laughter.

"You're talking about the one that was freshly painted, right?" asked one of the mechanics, as Thomas turned around at Mario; Mario gave Thomas a thumbs up, and Thomas gave a thumbs up to the mechanic. "Aight, we'll be with you shortly."

"This feels so patronizing..." Thomas whispered to Kermit, as the mechanic went to the back of the repair shop. Mario and friends could be heard silently laughing at Thomas and Kermit's expense.


The deed was now done, as Pit and Lloyd had their food truck back. Said food truck was parked outside the repair shop, ready for driving.

"Alright, now we're really in business!" cheered Pit as he and Lloyd exchanged a high five. Thomas and Kermit found themselves relieved as they took off their costumes, as Mario caught the two midway during the act.

"Whoever said-a that you two could take those-a costumes off?" the plumber asked Thomas and Kermit, who both looked at Mario with disgruntled faces. "We're gonna need-a you to keep them on for the test-a run."

"You have got to be kidding right now..." Kermit sighed deeply as he and Thomas put their costumes back on. They wouldn't mind doing the test run as much, if not for the costumes.

"We're only going to a couple of houses," explained Toad, as if that was supposed to make Kermit and Thomas feel better. "Just to get Pit and Lloyd used to delivering some food. You'll accompany them, and make sure they don't screw things up."

"And what food will we be even delivering with?" questioned Thomas, leading Mario to take a literal loaf of bread out of his imaginary pocket. Just like magic. "How did he even..."

"Got plenty of more where that came-a from, sucka," Mario said to the perplexed Thomas, in what was some sort of humblebrag. "The bologna in-a my pocket is getting kinda chilly, not gonna lie..."


Mr. Big Chest was still causing mayhem around the mansion, as he was taking his reign of terror to the hallways. The man had wrote a message on a hallway wall, hoping that the residents would see.

"Isabelle, have you seen this profound message written here?" Tom Nook asked the Shih Tzu as he led her to a spot in the hallway where Bowser, Captain Falcon, Diddy Kong, and Wii Fit Trainer were all gathered around. "You have to see it for yourself..."

"Move aside, people, let me see..." Isabelle said to the four residents, who moved out of the way so Isabelle could read the message. Isabelle found herself furrowing her brow, at the message inscribed on the wall in large letters...

No More White Woman 2020

-Mr. Big Chest

"Who even had the audacity to write this?!" questioned Captain Falcon, questioning the sanity of whoever was responsible. "IT'S NOT EVEN 2020 ANYMORE!"

"Uh oh, Wii Fit...someone might be committing a hate crime against you!" Diddy Kong said to the fitness trainer, who didn't appear that bothered. "That is if you're even white..."

"I'm not, but thanks for your concern, Diddy," responded Wii Fit, as Bowser stared at the message on the wall while scratching his chin.

"Hmm, for some reason I find these words to be somewhat relatable," the Koopa King said, as he found himself in agreement with the message. "Could be because of my past failures."

Bowser: I've tried to woo women of different races. Black women, Asian women, Hispanic women, Native American women, Samoan women - and even some alien women here and there. And yet they all turned me down! I have come to the belief that women everywhere are perfectly blind, no matter their race. Blindness has no color!

"NOOOOO NOT MY AQUARIUM!" wailed Villager, as Isabelle and company looked down the hallway. There they saw Villager and Mr. Big Chest, with a broken aquarium on the floor with some piranha flopping about. "You owe me a new aquarium, mister!"

"I don't owe you crap, I don't even know you," Mr. Big Chest said to Villager before nonchalantly walking away as if nothing had ever happened. Villager fell to his knees, looking at his piranha fish.

"This was my one chance to show everyone that I don't just collect sea bass..." As Villager lamented over his aquarium, Isabelle took sight of Mr. Big Chest and knew that he had to be stopped.

"Is Master Hand busy right now?" Isabelle asked Tom Nook, certain that Master Hand would put Mr. Big Chest in his rightful place.


Crazy Hand was still being held out from his room by the Landlord and was determined to find his way back in one way or another. Even if he had to force some of his residents to do his dirty work. Take Shadow, for example.

"You do realize that this could damage your entire room," Shadow said to Crazy Hand, as he stood outside Crazy Hand's room with a stick of dynamite. Things could go very well...or very badly.

"Whatever, I just want that HOODLUM out of my tower!" boomed Crazy Hand, before vanishing away and letting Shadow handle the Landlord himself. Digging into his imaginary pocket, Shadow pulled out a lighter and used it to light the stick of dynamite.

"Hope this is the right key..." Taking out a key, Shadow unlocked Crazy Hand's bedroom door, before opening it and tossing the stick of dynamite in the room. The hedgehog then closed the door and turned around, eyes shut and ears covered...as the Landlord opened the door seconds later.

"I believe that this is yours, good sir," the Landlord said to Shadow, as he stuck the stick of dynamite in the hedgehog's patch of white fair before immediately closing the door. Shadow opened his eyes, seeing the stick of dynamite in front of him.

"Crap..." muttered the black hedgehog, before the dynamite exploded in his face. Crazy Hand would return to the premises, seeing Shadow and his bedroom door covered in black soot.

"So the HOODLUM wants to play fire with FIRE, eh?" said Crazy Hand, as Shadow's failure got him all motivated. "Well, TWO can play at that game!"


Obviously, one simply cannot find Mew just by relying on their gut, and their gut alone. That was why Sombra acquired a tracker so she could track down the new species Pokemon.

"Nice tracker you got there, Sombra," Fox said to the hacker, in a half-hearted attempt at small talk. Whatever it took to lower the possibility of Sombra killing him and Falco.

"It's not my tracker - I just stole it for myself," cackled Sombra, figuring out the tracker while Fox, Falco, and Cheetah were chilling at a picnic table. "Some silly robot left it lying around. Finders keepers."

X: Why is it that my tracker goes missing whenever I need it? *walks off-screen, frowning* Geo, if I find out that you stole my tracker again, you're a dead man!

Mewtwo: I could care less about seeing Mew again. And no, Mew is not my mother. It doesn't even have a gender. In fact, I don't even have a gender! Why do so many people forget that? Is it because I sound masculine to them?

"Hey!" a certain feline shouted to Cheetah, who looked up and saw Hunter coming his way. Spyro wasn't that far behind. "What are you doing back in town, you dumb poser?!"

"Can we please not resort to name-calling?" Spyro pleaded to Hunter, as having to play peacemaker was the last thing on his mind. "It's sorta ironic when it's coming from you."

"Yeah man, I'm back here, what's good?!" a fired-up Cheetah asked Hunter as he confronted the feline, ready to throw some hands. He would have to save those hands for later, as Sombra saw something the tracker.

"It seems that Mew is apparently somewhere nearby," Sombra announced to Fox, Falco, and Cheetah, as she saw a blinking red dot moving about frantically on the map. The hacker looked up...and saw Mew, flying above her head. "Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's the one!" confirmed Falco, with him he and Fox getting up off the picnic table as Mew flew away. "Let's move!" As Cheetah continued staring down Hunter, Fox, Falco, and Sombra were on the move.

"We're gonna fight later..." Cheetah vowed to Hunter as he backed away, pointing at the feline before following after Sombra and the pilots. Hunter nodded his head, hoping to spar with Cheetah very soon.

"I hope you don't plan on messing with that guy," Spyro said to Hunter, who walked away - not even heading back to Mario's house. That had Spyro worried. "Maybe I spoke too soon..."


The mansion's fitness center had a cryotherapy chamber, and for the most part, it was pretty unused. Save for a few select residents, like Travis Touchdown. The otaku loved nothing more than to soak in cold temperatures, to ease his cares and pains away.

"Travis, I thought it was your turn to use that cryotherapy chamber!" Ken Masters said to the otaku, who was standing around in the fitness center. Almost like he was waiting. "Lemme guess, King K. Rool broke that thing again?"

"I'm just waiting my turn - someone cut ahead of me," replied Travis, before he and Ken heard some screaming from the room where the cryotherapy chamber was in. As if someone was screaming in pain.

"What the heck is going on in there?" Soon Mr. Big Chest came out of the cryotherapy chamber room, screaming his butt off as he sat down on the floor. To Travis and Ken's shock, Mr. Big Chest's feet were frozen.

"Yikes, man, what happened to your feet?!" Travis asked Mr. Big Chest, who was too busy screaming to give a coherent answer. Mr. Big Chest stood up and ran around the fitness center, thinking that doing so would make the painful, tingling sensation on his feet go away.

Isabelle: I've been hearing complaints from the others about some man identified as "Mr. Big Chest". Master Hand is away at the moment, so I've asked the buddy cops to handle our guest.

The buddy cops Toon Link and Young Link would show up at the fitness center, as they heard Mr. Big Chest screaming from the hallway. They saw Mr. Big Chest running around the fitness center; both of them wanted to laugh.

"FREEZE!" Toon Link shouted at Mr. Big Chest, who came to a stop before tripping and falling to the floor. "State your business!"

"My feet, they're frozen!" Mr. Big Chest said to Toon Link as he pointed at his feet. Young Link came over to investigate, as he touched Mr. Big Chest's feet.

"Starsky, I'm gonna need your second opinion..." Young Link said to Toon Link, who came over to his partner-in-crime to inspect the feet. Mr. Big Chest looked at the buddy cops, seeing their police outfits.

"Hold up...are you both police officers?!" the man asked the buddy cops, before backing away from them. The fear exuded from Mr. Big Chest, whether it was genuine or not, made the buddy cops feel validated.

"Tell us something we don't know, genius..." Toon Link replied sarcastically, only for Mr. Big Chest to take out a bag of gummies and toss some gummies at the buddy cops. "Are these...tropical flavors?"

"Vending machine sure came in handy..." Mr. Big Chest said to himself, making his escape from the fitness center while the buddy cops were distracted. Young Link picked up one of the gummies off the floor and ate it.

"Oh yeah...these are the tropical flavors," said the Hylian, as he and Toon Link started eating the gummies off of the flavor. "They got that twang to them."

"So are you gonna catch that dude, or what?" Travis asked the buddy cops, seeing that they were now slacking off on their police duties. "Welp, at least the cryotherapy chamber's finally available!"


Toad drove the food truck around, as he and the others were doing a test run to see how well Lloyd's food delivery service would fare. Pit and Lloyd already made a few deliveries and were about to make another one, as Toad pulled the food truck up to a suburban house.

"Remember to act-a friendly," Mario advised Kermit and Thomas, who had to accompany either one of Pit or Lloyd to the front door. For some "moral support", as Mario described it.

"We heard you the first time, Mario..." grumbled Kermit as he and Thomas followed Pit to the front door. Pit rang the doorbell, as the front door was opened by a middle-aged man.

"Good afternoon, kind sir!" Pit greeted the man, who was wondering why two men dressed up as a frog and a goat were standing behind the angel. "Is there by any chance that you ordered some veggie trays?"

"I actually ordered some pizza - saving it for my family's Super Bowl party," the man replied - should've just gotten some frozen pizza instead. "I don't want any veggie trays, but I appreciate the gesture."

"You sure you don't want a veggie tray? It will make you lean, just like me!" Pit did his best to flaunt his body for the man, who looked on unimpressed.

"Is there any reason why a frog and a goat is standing behind you?" The man pointed at Kermit and Thomas, having way more questions than answers.

"Ah, yes, these two are my closest confidants...Kermit and Thomas. They're both pretty cool. Kermit, say something nice to our friend here!"

"I prefer to put ketchup on my steak," Kermit confessed to the man, who gave him a very concerned look. Kermit realized the damage he had done."Why did I even say that...?"

"Sweetie, there's a literal menace standing at our door..." the man called out to his wife while keeping a very close eye on Kermit, to keep him in check. "...call the cops."

"NO!" shouted Thomas, as he instinctively punched the man in his face and knocked him out cold. The man fell, as Pit and Kermit were both shocked at the haymaker that Thomas threw. "Sorry about that fellas...didn't know I had that much in me."

"Huey did you still want me to call the...cops?" asked the man's wife as she ran to the front door with her phone. She saw her husband laid out cold on the floor, before slowly looking up at Pit and company.

"Enjoy your free veggie trays, ma'am!" Pit said to the wife as he quickly handed her the veggie trays. "RUN!" Pit, Kermit, and Thomas ran back to the food truck, hopping inside as Toad drove down the road. As the wife just stood there, bewildered.


With Shadow having failed to expel the Landlord from his room, Crazy Hand asked Shovel Knight to get the job done. The giant hand dressed the knight up as a deliveryman and gave him a large box to carry.

"I want you to deliver that box to the HOODLUM occupying my room," Crazy Hand gave his instructions to Shovel Knight, who was carrying the box with ease. "Just say that you came by to make an IMPORTANT delivery!"

"I will not let thee down, Crazy Hand!" Shovel Knight saluted Crazy Hand, who vanished away and let Shovel Knight do his thing. Shovel Knight went up to Crazy Hand's bedroom door and knocked, as the Landlord answered.

"Sup man, what's good?" the Landlord asked Shovel Knight, before noticing the large box that the knight was carrying. "Is that package for me?"

"Art thou in charge of this fine establishment?" asked Shovel Knight, to which the Landlord nodded his head. "Then this package is for thee, good sir!"

"Aight. I'll gladly take it off your hands." So the Landlord reached for the box, only for the Shovel Knight to hold it away from him. "Huh? What gives?"

"No sir, I insist; this box might be too heavy for you. Let me come inside your room so I can place this box on the floor for you."

"Nah man, it's all good, I'm a pretty strong guy myself. I got this!" The Landlord reached for the box a second time, only for Shovel Knight to deny him again.

"Art thou mad?! Here I am, trying to do a nice gesture, and yet you take away from my kindness! I demand that you let me in your room at once!"

"Shovel Knight, are we inside the room yet?" a voice from inside the box asked Shovel Knight, making the Landlord furrow his brow. "I can't breathe in here!" Suddenly the box was opened from the inside, as Skull Kid crawled his way out of the box.

Skull Kid: Part one of Crazy Hand's plan to get rid of the "hoodlum" was to have Shovel Knight deliver me inside the box, to Crazy Hand's room. What was part two? Beats me. Crazy Hand hadn't thought that far ahead.

"I see how it is..." the Landlord frowned, seeing that Shovel Knight and Skull Kid were pulling his tail, as he slowly closed the bedroom door. Crazy Hand returned to the premises, growling.

"That HOODLUM seems to be one step ahead..." the giant hand remarked, as he was slowly running out of ideas. "...but I shall get the BETTER of him soon!"


It has been around five months since Cranky Kong was at the mansion. The last time the elderly gorilla was around, he was assisting Dr. Brio in his attempt to take over the mansion...only to betray the evil genius at the last minute. Now Cranky was back at the mansion, thinking that his betrayal of Brio absolved him of any wrongdoings he committed on that day.

"I bet that your pals are still talking about how I owned that Dr. Brio," Cranky Kong said to Donkey Kong, who let the elderly gorilla inside the mansion. Weirdly, Cranky felt like he was back at home.

"Not really," replied Donkey Kong, as he led Cranky to the living room. Cranky had the biggest frown on his face. "We kinda forgot about what you did after Cloud was named man of the mansion."

"Bah! That blasted author probably erased the memory from everyone's minds." Donkey Kong chuckled to himself, as he and Cranky entered the living room. Inside the living room were Dawn and Barry - two Pokemon trainers that Link and Champion Link met back in episode 260.

"You do realize that the game isn't until Sunday, right?" Dawn asked Barry, who was busy inspecting the party decorations. Dawn was practically done with Barry if she wasn't already.

"I know, I know...I just wanted a sneak peek of the party scene!" replied Barry, leading Dawn to roll her eyes. "After a thorough analysis of the living room, I can confirm that whoever decorated this living room is not deserving of a fine!"

"You're deserving of a fine..." Dawn muttered under her breath, wishing that she was somewhere else right now.

Dawn: Barry was very salty that the Links never invited us to any of the mansion's holiday functions. So when Barry ran into Link at the store again and vented his frustrations to him, Link told him that he could come to the mansion's Super Bowl party. I have to attend the party as a plus-one, which I would do anyway. Barry can't be trusted by himself.

Link: Barry is coming over for the Super Bowl party? Seriously?! I was just being sarcastic! Is Barry really that desperate?

Also in the living room was Mega Man, who was working on the TV. Can't have any technical difficulties during the big game. With Mega Man was one of the guests, Drew, who took a friendly liking to the robot.

"How many people watch the Super Bowl in here, at once?" Drew asked Mega Man, curious as to how Super Bowl Sundays worked out at the mansion.

"We fit in as much as we can," replied Mega Man, as he was connecting several TV cords. "Master Hand likes to cram people, so it can get a bit claustrophobic sometimes..."

Suddenly Mr. Big Chest ran inside the living room, looking to cause more trouble. He saw the decorations and started tearing them down.

"What are you doing?!" Barry screeched at Mr. Big Chest, hands on his head as the party decorations were being destroyed. "You're ruining the whole party aesthetic! Stop it, man!"

"Is he even allowed to do that?" Mega Man asked Drew as he watched Mr. Big Chest's shenanigans; Drew was too amused to step in and intervene.

"I dunno, but I don't think this is even his final form..." snickered Drew, quietly enjoying Mr. Big Chest ransacking the living room. Mega Man felt the need to notify a certain someone about Mr. Big Chest.

"Alright, mister, you better stop it in the next second or two, or I'll fine you!" Barry commanded Mr. Big Chest, who ignored the Pokemon trainer as Mega Man looked around for a nearby phone.


In the Pokemon sanctuary, Moira was running some DNA experiments, with Cloud looking on. Peeking around the corner was Sonic, who had a close eye on Moira and her experimentation.

"The DNA samples you've given me should be enough," Moira said to Cloud, who heard his phone vibrating in his pocket. "If for any reason this experimentation fails, then your little 'project' will be a..."

"Hold that thought, Moira," Cloud said to the geneticist as he pulled out his cellphone, before answering the call. "Hello, Cloud Strife speaking..."

"Cloud, it's me, Mega Man...you have to come quick!" Mega Man said over the phone, with Sonic anticipating Cloud having to leave the sanctuary temporarily. "Some guy named 'Mr. Big Chest' just wrecked the living room. He's gone mad!"

"Must be one of the guests that Master Hand invited...I'll be there soon." Cloud ended the call, as he had some important business to handle. "Sorry, Moira, but I gotta go. Mansion leader stuff."

"And...we're done!" exclaimed Moira, as she finished with her DNA experimentation. "You can go run along now, Mr. Strife - I'll be writing up a report on the experimentation. Should be done before you return."

"Excellent. Can't wait to read it." So Cloud ran out of the sanctuary, as Moira left shortly thereafter. That left Sonic alone by himself, as the hedgehog saw some documents lying around on the table that Moira conducted her experimentation on.

"Thank you, Mr. Big Chest!" Sonic thanked, rubbing his hands together as he walked over to the desk. He was getting one step closer to unlocking Cloud's secret; all he needed was a distraction. "Now, where to start first..."


Cloud rushed to the foyer, where he saw Mr. Big Chest tossing party decorations and living room furniture alike out of the front door. Those who were in the living room were in the foyer, with Tom Nook and Isabelle - helpless to do anything.

"Mr. Strife! About time you made it," Isabelle said to the swordsman, grateful that he finally showed up. "Mr. Big Chest here is throwing stuff into our front yard! He just struck Cuphead with a chair a few seconds ago."

"I'll put an end to this..." vowed Cloud as he confronted Mr. Big Chest, stopping the man and turning him around so he could see him face-to-face. "Hey man, you can't just throw stuff out the door like that."

"Whatcha gonna do about it, white boy?!" Mr. Big Chest confronted Cloud as he got all up in the swordsman's grill. The others were shocked by the bravado that Mr. Big Chest was exuding.

Cranky Kong: That Mr. Big Chest fellow called Cloud a white boy...should've taken it one step further. Then this story - and maybe even the author himself - will be canceled!

"C'mon man, fight me!" Mr. Big Chest challenged Cloud as he put up his dukes, wanting to see how good of a fighter the swordsman was. Bowser, who was passing by through the foyer, saw the commotion taking place.

"Stop it, man, don't fight Cloud!" the Koopa King shouted to Mr. Big Chest as he ran over and held the man back from Cloud. Bowser being the voice of reason...a rarity in itself. "He'll cream ya!"

"It's okay, Bowser - this guy wouldn't even lay a finger on me," Cloud said to the Koopa King, as Mr. Big Chest broke free from Bowser's grasp. Mr. Big Chest then looked down at the floor, seeing a football he found in the living room.

"Yo, kid, you still wanna fine me?" the man asked Barry as he grabbed the football, before running out the door and punting it into the air. Barry and the others watched, as the football flew up in the air and came crashing down on Luigi's car. "Fine me for that..."

"Okay mister, you asked for it, you got it!" Barry shouted at Mr. Big Chest as he pointed at the man. "You just got FINED!" Mr. Big Chest would wave off Barry as he walked away. "Hey, where are you going?"

"It appears that he's heading to the driveway," observed Tom Nook as he looked out the front door. The sound of an engine starting was heard, as Mr. Big Chest pulled out of the mansion's driveway...in a truck. "Is that Link's truck?"

"THE DEVIL IS A LIE!" proclaimed Mr. Big Chest as he sped down the road with zero regards for his safety or others. Cuphead, who was lying unconscious in the front yard after being struck by Mr. Big Chest, suddenly woke up.

"'The devil is a lie'?" the talking cup wondered in pure bewilderment, as Cloud raced out of the foyer. Mr. Big Chest was now a loose cannon.


Pit and Lloyd were still doing their test run, and Lloyd had made a delivery. The swordsman delivered salad and some hummus to a woman, with Kermit and Thomas standing behind him for "moral support".

"I've been meaning to go vegan for some time now," the woman said to Lloyd and company, as she stood at her front door. "I suppose this could be a start!"

"Eat that salad and hummus daily, and you'll be lean just like me!" Thomas said to the woman, who just laughed - why would she take health advice from a man wearing a goat costume? "Electrolytes also help..."

"Is there anything else I can interest you with, m'lady?" Lloyd asked the woman, as Thomas was dying to take off the goat costume so he could be taken seriously again. "Some fresh bananas, perhaps?"

"No thanks, I don't really care for bananas. But thanks anyway! You three have a good day!" The woman closed the door, taking her salad and hummus with her, as a Yiga clansman poked their head out of some nearby shrubbery.

"She said she doesn't care for bananas," Lloyd said to the Yiga clansman, who grumbled as he stood up from the shrubbery. More clansmen appeared from the shrubbery, as they walked away and returned to their hideout.

Master Kohga: Pit and Lloyd Irving... *shakes his head* ...those two are so simple-minded! Why just focus on delivering healthy food, when you can just deliver bananas only instead? Bananas make the world...*pauses* ...what do you mean, my idea sounds ironic?

"Those dudes sure love bananas," Kermit said about the Yiga Clan as he, Lloyd, and Thomas returned to the food truck. Lloyd was smiling at the dollar bills in his hands. "I know they won't be having muscle cramps anytime soon!"

"Nice-a work, Irving!" Mario said to Lloyd as he opened the backdoor to the food truck and stepped outside. "We are making some good-a progress so far. Picking up-a steam!"

"Yeah, and the sooner we can take these costumes off, the better..." remarked Thomas, before looking down the road and seeing a man was running his way. "Is that who I think it is...?"

"Bro, I literally saw that thing flying down this road!" shouted the man in question, Cheetah, running fast down the street like, well, a cheetah. He was shouting to Fox, Falco, and Sombra weren't far too behind. "Saw it with my own eyes!"

"Seems we got ourselves-a some company," remarked Mario, as Cheetah came to a stop when he reached the food truck. The man would take a breather, as Fox and the others caught up to him. "What's-a up, guys?"

"We're on the hunt for a Pokemon, Mew," Fox explained to Mario as he was nearly out of breath. Mario widened his eyes in intrigue. "Our friend here claimed that he saw it..."

"I saw a flying fetus coming this way!" Cheetah said to Mario, wanting the plumber to know that he wasn't crazy and imagining things. "Is that not what Mew is? A flying fetus?"

"Not quite sure how I should-a answer that..." replied Mario, leaving Cheetah in a minor state of distress. A Pokemon suddenly appeared from behind Mario, catching Cheetah's attention...it was Mew!

"There it is! Behind you!" Cheetah yelled at Mario, who turned around; Mew moved away, as Mario saw nothing. "Now it's to your right." So Mario turned his head to the right, as Mew quickly moved to the left.

"I don't see anything. What am I supposed-a to be looking at?" Now Mew was above Mario's head, out of sight and out of mind to the plumber. Mew was in the perfect spot to be caught.

"Someone here got a Poke Ball?" asked Sombra, seeing that everyone was empty-handed. Sombra groaned and shook her head. "You don't even have one, Fox and Falco? Manera de estar preparado..."

"I might not have a Poke Ball, but I got something else!" shouted Falco as he took out Reaper's shotgun. He fired a few shots at Mew, scaring the new species Pokemon and causing it to fly away.

"Seriously, Falco? What was that supposed to accomplish?" Fox questioned his friend, who shrugged his shoulders. Falco had set everything backward.

Pit: So if Mew gave birth to Mewtwo...then who got Mew impregnated in the first place?! Was it Arceus?

"Mario, Master Hand wants that Mew caught for Mewtwo's birthday tomorrow," Fox explained to the plumber, who totally forgot about Mewtwo's birthday. "We've been nearly out of breath trying to catch it, so...can we hitch a ride in that food truck?"

"We were doing a test-a run for Lloyd's delivery service...but we can take a break," replied Mario, finding it more important to fill Master Hand's obligations. He knew from experience. "Should have enough-a room. Come on inside!"

"I'm really about to ride in a food truck with two grown men dressed up as animals..." frowned Sombra, as Fox and Falco followed Mario inside the food truck. The hacker would come to terms with the situation eventually. "...eh, what are the odds?"

"Hold on, before I head in...who are you two?" Cheetah asked Thomas and Kermit, as Sombra entered the food truck. Begrudgingly, Kermit and Thomas took off their animal heads, revealing their identities, as Cheetah laughed at them both. "Yo, they got you both dressed up like that?!"

"The sooner we get this over with, the better," Kermit said under his breath as he and Thomas followed Lloyd inside the food truck. Cheetah was laughing hysterically as he entered the food truck, closing the door behind him before Toad drove down the road.


Walter ate some barbecue wings meant for the mansion's Super Bowl party, and he devoured some of the pizza Pigma ordered. Now he was in the gaming room, eating some chili cheese fries that Wario offered to him. Reaper was looking over Walter's shoulder, wishing for Walter to die already.

"This man is going to croak before he finishes his last fry," Reaper whispered to Doomfist, who was standing with the mercenary being the couch that Walter was sitting on. "Calling it right now."

"I think you are about to be very disappointed," Doomfist whispered back, maintaining his cordial demeanor. Zelda entered the gaming room, as Doomfist quickly noticed. "Here comes the princess..."

"Excuse me, but is there by any chance that you know the Landlord?" Zelda asked Walter, who had finished off the rest of his fries. Much to Reaper's chagrin, the man didn't die on the spot.

"I might know who he is," replied Walter, before some memories from episode 215 flooded his brain. His face turned into a scowl. "What is he up to?"

"I just received word that he's at the tower, and he locked the giant hand in charge out of his room." A feeling of deja vu overwhelmed Walter, who angrily stood up from the couch. "You should probably..."

"Say no more, ma'am, I'll handle this myself..." Reaper better hope that Walter dies before he even reaches the tower.


Link walked to the gaming room, as he saw Walter heading down the hallway with Reaper and Doomfist closely behind. Once the Hylian reached the gaming room entrance, he coincidentally ran into Zelda.

"Hello princess - you look pretty swell today," Link said to Zelda, trying to get on her good side. Which was pretty easy for him to do.

"I could say the same for yourself," responded Zelda, as she had the slightest suspicion that Link had something up his sleeve. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"I'm kinda glad that you asked." Link had his hand in his pocket, ready to give Zelda the item that he secretly revealed to Michael. "Because there's something that I wanted to do for a long time..."

"Link, I got some bad news," Cloud called out to the Hylian as he made his way over to Link and Zelda. Link grunted, taking his hand out of his pocket. "Some guy named 'Mr. Big Chest' stole your truck."

"At least it's not Knuckles..." Link had to wait until Cloud left, for he wished to speak with Zelda alone. "...why did he steal my truck for?"

"Beast me, but I asked Spyro to do a flyover over Seattle and search for your truck. He'll find out where your truck is soon."

"I was going to get some gas later, too...stupid Mr. Big Chest. If Spyro can find my truck for me, I'll appreciate it."

"He's got it all covered. I'll give you an update when I hear back from Mario, alright?" On that note, Cloud walked away, leaving Link and Zelda be.

"Sometimes I have no luck when it comes to that truck..." Link said to Zelda, who could only respond with a slight giggle. "...now, where were we?"

"Princess Zelda!" Researcher Zelda called out to the princess as she came running down the hallway. Link had just reached for his pocket. "Rosalina needs your help redecorating the living room. It's kinda urgent, she said."

"In that case, I'll just head over," replied Zelda, as she followed her assistant to the living room. "I'll speak with you later, Link," the princess said to Link as she turned her head around, with Link feeling salty.

"Another blown chance..." sighed Link, as he looked on in defeat; Michael passed by Link, seeing how defeated the Hylian was.

"Remember to follow your heart..." the man gave this advice to Link, patting him on the shoulder. That made Link feel somewhat better.

Link: Eh, I should probably just wait until Valentine's Day...or February 21st! Yeah, February 21st would be the perfect date.


With no Cloud or Moira around, Sonic was in the sanctuary getting a good look at the documentation that he found. Most of the documents had the initials "ARP" on them, written in ink; Sonic had learned of the initials in the previous episode.

"A lot of confusing info, but I can have Tails decipher it later," remarked Sonic as he took multiple pictures of the documentation on his phone, so he could look at it later. "So many scientific terms, so many big words..."

"Being nosy now, aren't we?" a voice asked Sonic, who was spooked as he turned around and saw Mewtwo. Mewtwo was staring at Sonic with folded arms.

"Uh, how's it going, birthday boy?" Not appreciating the moniker, Mewtwo frowned intensely. "What's wrong? You'd rather be called birthday man instead? Or should I wait until tomorrow to start giving you names?"

"I prefer that you do neither one of those choices." Mewtwo wanted as little mention of his birthday as possible. "Anyway, I only came down here to escape from one of the guests. I hope I lost him..."

"Happy early birthday, Mewtwo!" exclaimed Broski as he showed up, with Mewtwo turning away and facepalming. "Sonic! Did you hold down Mewtwo for me? Much appreciated, if you did!"

Broski: Heard that Mewtwo was having a birthday tomorrow, so I wanted to wish him a happy birthday. Every time that I tried to wish him a happy birthday, he would always teleport away! Who knew that Mewtwo was that shy?

"Mewtwo can run, but he definitely can't hide!" remarked Sonic, as Broski smiled and nodded his head in agreement. "Thought he could be slick hiding here in the sanctuary, while I was checking out this scientific report or whatever."

"Scientific...report?" Mewtwo perked up as he ended his facepalming; science was a small interest of Mewtwo's. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Sure! It's mostly stuff about DNA alteration, with a lot of research. Sounds like it's right up your alley!" Sonic handed the documentation to Mewtwo, who read over them curiously.

"'ARP'...wonder what that's all about." Mewtwo saw the initials as he read over the documents, with Broski peeking over the genetic Pokemon's shoulder.


Thanks to Sombra stealing X's tracker, Toad was able to drive to the current whereabouts of Mew. According to the tracker, Mew was near an interstate and remained at the same spot. Toad arrived at the interstate, where Link's truck resided.

"Is that...Link's truck?" inquired Mario as he and the others exited the food truck. Indeed, it was Link's truck, and it was sitting off the road. "What's it doing near-a the interstate?"

"Maybe Link took it out on a joyride," assumed Pit, only for Mr. Big Chest to open the front door and stumble out of the truck. "Or maybe not..." Thomas and Kermit both recognized Mr. Big Chest, with the former running over to the man now lying on the ground.

"The heck are you doing outside the mansion, man?" Thomas asked Mr. Big Chest, who was coughing as he pulled himself up against Link's truck.

"I kinda took it too far..." confessed Mr. Big Chest as he sat against the truck, taking the time to recuperate. "...I was speeding down the road, then the truck ran out of gas. I almost crashed!"

"Well, at least you're safe. Can't let you get seriously hurt when we head back to Tampa, amirite?" Talk about a worst-case scenario.

"Mario! Up here!" a certain dragon called out to the plumber, who looked up and saw Spyro flying above him. "Looks like you found the truck before we did!"

"We could have found it sooner if Spyro hadn't taken a right at..." said Hunter as he arrived at the scene, before coming to a stop. And it wasn't because he was out of breath...which he was. It was because his "adversary", Cheetah, was standing ahead of him.

"Here-a we go..." sighed Mario, as Cheetah and Hunter confronted each other. The two were standing face-to-face, looking at each other in the eye.

"And to think, that I was gonna hunt you down and give you a piece of my mind..." Hunter said to Cheetah, not backing down from a fight. "...how nice of you to show up."

"I didn't know that you wanted to take an L so bad," Cheetah said to Hunter, with Mario and Spyro both worried about Hunter's livelihood. "But I'd be more than happy to give you one..."

Before Cheetah could throw the first punch, a police car showed up before coming to a stop. A police officer got out of his car, as Mr. Big Chest was worried.

"Just heard a report about a speeding truck that headed down to this interstate," the officer said to everyone, as he noticed Link's truck. "So is the culprit around here, or did he escape from the vehicle?"

"I guess I'm done for..." Mr. Big Chest said quietly to Thomas, worried about the prospect of being in jail rather than letting loose in Tampa. Lloyd saw Mr. Big Chest in his plight, figuring out a plan.

"Officer...the culprit is actually nearby," the swordsman said to the officer, as Mr. Big Chest looked on with fear. "The culprit...is RIGHT HERE!" Lloyd pointed at Hunter, who was looking around confused.

"Yes, officer, this the man you're looking for!" said Cheetah as he pointed at Hunter, who was even more confused as the officer took out his handcuffs. Mr. Big Chest sighed in relief as the officer arrested Hunter.

"Sir, you are under arrest for speeding," the officer said to Hunter after he put him in handcuffs, with Cheetah looking on all smug. "Anything you say or do will be under the law, you have the right to an attorney...you already know."

"I didn't do anything, officer, I was framed!" Hunter pleaded his case to the officer, who escorted him to the police car. Lloyd looked at Thomas and Mr. Big Chest, giving them a thumbs up. "I'm innocent! Save me, Spyro!"

Spyro: As much as I like Hunter as a friend, I'm not terribly opposed to taking a break from him. Not saying that I wish jail time upon him, but a break would be nice...

Lloyd: Could've gone with Dr. Cortex, but now and then you need a different fall guy to resort to. Gotta change things up to keep others on their toes.

Thomas: Thanks to Lloyd Irving, my friend managed to escape jail time. Morally speaking, I shouldn't be too happy, but it is what it is...

Everyone watched as the police car drove down the road, with the "culprit" Hunter handcuffed in the backseat. Moments later, Mew appeared, as it flew circles around Spyro.

"Hey guys, who look it is!" exclaimed Spyro, as he brought everyone's attention to Mew. Mew sure knew the right time to make its presence known. "It's that flying fetus Pokemon that Mario once told me about."

"Did I really call-a Mew a 'flying fetus Pokemon'?" wondered Mario as he scratched his chin. His memory was surely failing him now. "Huh..."

"Spyro, can you lead Mew to the mansion for us?" Fox asked the purple dragon, seeing how chummy Mew was acting with Spyro. "You'd do us a huge solid!"

"Uh, sure, I can do that," replied Spyro; whatever questions he had for Fox, he could just ask later. "Alright Mew, after me!" Spyro flew off, with Mew following the purple dragon.

"I'll get Link's-a truck towed to the mansion; you boys can continue your test-a run without me," Mario said to Pit and Lloyd; Pit gave a salute as Mario took out his phone to make a call.

"Here are your guns back...erm, Reaper's guns," Fox said to Sombra as he and Falco handed over the shotguns...which Sombra didn't accept. "You're not thinking about assassinating us with them...are you? As Widowmaker's bidding?"

"Me? Assassinate you two? For Widowmaker?" snorted Sombra, laughing a bit before accepting the guns from the pilots. "No te preocupes, chicos...Widowmaker doesn't want you dead anymore. Dr. Cortex talked her out of it."

"He did?! Since when?" questioned Falco, amazed that Cortex somehow got a deadly assassin like Widowmaker to refrain from killing someone.

"It was when Widowmaker helped Cortex seek revenge against Dr. Brio. Widowmaker brought up the idea of killing you both, but Cortex did all that he could to sway her mind. You ought to thank him."

"You guys coming or what?" Toad asked Sombra and company as he, Pit, Lloyd, Kermit, Thomas, Cheetah, and Mr. Big Chest were already in the food truck. "Got one or two more deliveries to make, before we head back to the mansion!"

"Consider yourselves lucky..." Sombra said to Fox and Falco, as she and the pilots entered the food truck.


Master Hand returned to the mansion, which meant that Isabelle could tell him about the crazy shenanigans that Mr. Big Chest had done today. Isabelle and Tom Nook went to go speak with Master Hand in the giant hand's room.

"Mr. Big Chest, as he called himself, caused a ruckus while you were gone," Isabelle said to Master Hand, having a list of Mr. Big Chest's deeds. "He wrote on the walls, misused our cryotherapy chamber, and threw furniture out of the mansion!"

"And he also farted on Dr. Cortex," added Tom Nook, who had caught Mr. Big Chest in the act. Poor Cortex. "The audacity of him!"

"You say that like Cortex didn't deserve to be farted on," Master Hand said to Tom Nook, as Cloud entered the room. "Isn't he still on house arrest?"

"You guys filling Master Hand in on Mr. Big Chest?" Cloud asked Isabelle and Tom Nook, who both nodded their heads. "Good. Because I just got off the phone with Mario, and he said that our little troublemaker's being brought back to the mansion soon."

"That is superb! I shall berate this miscreant for his wrongdoings, and send him and the others back to Tampa. Don't need any more trouble!"

Cloud: Hunter took the fall for Mr. Big Chest joyriding in Link's truck, thanks to Lloyd. Had no idea he was helping Spyro find the truck. I could clear up his name, but I don't think that's a feasible option...


Walter somehow got lost in the mansion, trying to head to the tower, but tower denizen Yuri Kozukata would show him the way. Yuri brought Walter to the tower, as Reaper and Doomfist trailed behind.

"Shovel Knight said that he's still in there," Yuri said to Walter as he pointed at Crazy Hand's room. Walter saw Crazy Hand bring several infantrymen and their tank to his bedroom door, ready to do something drastic.

"That fatso should've tired himself from all that walking, and died," Reaper griped to Doomfist, as Walter walked to Crazy Hand's bedroom door. The man in the Hawaiian shirt was not in a good mood.

"Let me handle this..." Walter said to Crazy Hand and the infantrymen, before knocking on the bedroom door. "...open up this instant!"

"Uh...Coach! Is that you?" the Landlord nervously asked from inside Crazy Hand's room, fearing that his time was coming to an end. "I can explain..."

"No time for explaining. Get out of that room right now!" Very slowly, the Landlord creaked the door open, seeing a ticked off Walter.

"For the record, I'm only doing this just to be nice..." Reaper said to Doomfist, before disappearing away in a black aura. Doomfist raised an eyebrow, wondering where his friend went off to.

"This tower obviously doesn't belong to you," Walter said to the Landlord, who was reluctant to leave Crazy Hand's room. "I'm not going to repeat myself..."

"I'm sure there's a good reason for why I'm doing this," the Landlord said, only making Walter even angrier. Suddenly, the Landlord felt someone tap on his shoulder, as he turned around...and saw Reaper.

"Boo..." Reaper greeted the Landlord, who shrieked out of fright as he ran out of Crazy Hand's room for good. He was hiding behind Walter, shaking in fright.

"Well, that saved me a lot of work!" remarked Walter, turning his frown upside down as Reaper exited Crazy Hand's room. "Thanks for the help, kind sir," Walter thanked Reaper, who grumbled in response as he returned to Doomfist.

"So much for wanting him dead," Doomfist smiled at Reaper, who was grumbling even more. Reaper always felt icky inside, doing good deeds and favors.

"FINALLY, I have my room BACK!" cheered Crazy Hand, as the infantrymen walked away with their tank. Crazy Hand would disappear...and then reappear, inside his own room. "Oh, hello Serena!"

"Those giant hands always make it so difficult," chuckled Walter, as the Landlord was still shaking from head to toe. Waluigi showed up in his tuxedo, with another plate of wings...and saw the Landlord.

"Is Crazy Hand back in charge around here? Wah!" moaned Waluigi, as he angrily threw the plate of wings on the floor. Crazy Hand could be heard angrily grumbling from his room, scaring Waluigi. "I mean...the Landlord sucks! Boo! Worst guy ever!"

"Let's head back to Tampa..." the Landlord said to Walter, as he and his coach left the tower. Reaper watched Walter leave, no longer mad about him not doing from a heart attack or something.


With the Mr. Big Chest situation dealt with, Cloud finally returned to the sanctuary. Moira was present, holding some papers in her hands.

"About time you made it back Mr. Strife," Moira said to the swordsman, before handing him the documents she was holding unto. "This is my final report on the DNA experimentations. I hope they will be of good use for you."

"Thanks," thanked Cloud as he accepted the documents, with Sonic, Mewtwo, and Broski, peeking from around the corner. "If I need you for any more experimentation, I'll make sure to contact you."

"You can just contact my associate, Sombra - she'll let me know." Cloud better hope that Samus had Sombra on speed dial. "I hope that the other Aerith won't mind the end result."

"'Other Aerith'? Are we gonna have TWO Aeriths at the mansion?" wondered Sonic, as Mewtwo shushed the blue hedgehog.

"Aerith won't be around when the final result comes," Cloud explained to Moira, keeping things as ambiguous as possible. "She'll be back in her universe."

"Aerith is from another universe?" wondered Broski, apparently not knowing this, as Mewtwo shushed the man.

"I see...well, I could see why that might the case," replied Moira, as she gathered up all her materials. It was obvious to Mewtwo that Cloud had something very special in mind.

Mewtwo: From what I've gathered from reading those documents, Cloud has a secret plan involving Aerith. I wouldn't say most of it is pretty unethical, but it is interesting...
Broski: Bro, how did you read that junk? I stopped after the first page!
Sonic: Same here! I feel bad for anyone who has to read that thing in its entirety. Poor Tails is gonna suffer so much, because of me...
Mewtwo: Surprised that you two are even capable of reading...why do I hear a cat meowing?
Mew: Meeeew! *flies past the camera*
Mewtwo:
*seething* MASTER HAND!

Master Hand: Mewtwo went to my room, just to complain about Mew being here for his birthday. Which he still won't acknowledge. At this rate, I don't think he'll acknowledge Mother's Day!


Done with their test run, Pit and Lloyd returned to the mansion, bringing Mr. Big Chest with them. After Master Hand reprimanded Mr. Big Chest for his actions today - with Mr. Big Chest showing no guilt - it was time for the guests to head back to Tampa. Mario, Pit, and Lloyd were there to see the guests off.

"I can send you guys some food if you need any help with that delivery service," Thomas offered to Pit and Lloyd, taking some accountability for enabling Mr. Big Chest. He and Kermit were out of their animal costumes, and they were so relieved.

"I could offer up some condiments if you want," Kermit offered to Pit and Lloyd, who didn't look so pleased. Kermit held his head low. "Or maybe not..."

"Mega Man, is the device ready?" Master Hand asked the robot, who was getting the teleportation device ready. "I want Mr. Big Chump out of my sight!"

"It's ready to go!" announced Mega Man as he had the device all booted up. Time to head back to Tampa. "Everyone step on the pad."

"How many protocols do you think we broke today?" wondered Broski, as he and the other guests stepped on the pad. Master Hand never cared for the rules.

"Eh...we'll just keep this our little secret," replied Walter, who was dying to head back to Florida. "Not like anyone will know where we went..."