Author's Note:

Ta-da! Another Thanksgiving chapter. Truthfully, this chapter took me three days overall to write, but I'm just happy to get it published. Had to get this one published Thanksgiving morning since I had to go to bed on time. (Always get a good night's sleep, little ones.) And since I had to go to bed on time, I didn't get to answer any reviews...so let's get to that:

"First you watched Durarara, and now you know about Terrace House too?!"

I do know about Terrace House...sadly, it was only after I heard about the death of Hana Kimura. It was tragic that she went out the way she did. Very sad. Another anonymous review:

"Since Super Smash Bros. Melee is turning 20 this year, are there gonna be a special mention of it?"

I'll have to throw one in before the end of the year. David has questions:

"Will past characters return for the Thanksgiving chapter? Will Pit and Ryuji's rivalry regarding WWE and AEW get worse? Has the love triangle between Rex, Nia, and Pyra been resolved yet? A nod or reference to Scott the Woz? Any arc villains for later chapters? And finally, do you think Vince McMahon should retire after the mass firings that have happened this year? (Almost 72 WWE superstars got fired)."

Only a few will be mentioned by name. Their rivalry will get worst before it gets better. The love triangle hasn't been fully resolved yet, I believe. Definitely doing a reference to Scott the Woz. Might have another arc villain on my hands. And I don't think that Vince will retire; I'd say there's a higher chance of him selling WWE. And I doubt that will happen anytime soon. We got Some Smash news:

"GREAT NEWS! Apparently, Panda Global is working with Nintendo of America on making the first OFFICIAL competitive circuit for both Smash Ultimate AND MELEE! What do you think of this news? Do you think Nintendo will somehow screw it up like usual, or will Nintendo actually be supportive to the community for once, especially after they're canceling some Project (a mod of Smash Brawl) tournaments?"

For both Ultimate and Melee?! That's pretty cool. I think Nintendo will support the community this time around, seeing how big and dedicated it is. Maybe they might come around. We'll see. An NFL fan has Thanksgiving questions:

"1. Are there any Detroit Lions fans in the mansion, and are they currently okay, since they're having a terrible season right now?
2. Who would you pick, Dak Prescott or Jared Goff? (Stupid question, I know.)
3. If you can only watch games from only ONE team, who would you pick? The Cowboys, or the Lions?"

1. Not that I can think of. Captain Falcon might be one.
2. Dak Prescott, easily. Goff hasn't been the same since his Super Bowl run.
3. The Cowboys - they're more talented, got an exciting offense, and a solid defense. The Lions play hard, but that's about it.

Last is TIME TO GO, inquiring about some folks living outside the mansion:

"Well, with Dr. Wily's machine starting to work again, does that mean it's time again to say goodbye to Team RWBY?"

They'll be heading back home at the end of the year after they get some closure with you-know-who. Funny how I brought them over for fanservice, and I've barely done enough with them...


Episode 310: Festive

It was that time of the year - the time for Thanksgiving. The one day of the year where people eat turkey, watch some football, spend quality time with family, and maybe even sleep in a little.

Oh, and there was also the dog show. Can't forget about the dog show.

This Thanksgiving happened to be rather bittersweet for a couple of individuals - namely the Crash Clan, Dr. Cortex, the Heart siblings, and Ema Skye. The aforementioned residents were decreed by Master Hand to move out before the end of the year, which meant that for one last time, they would enjoy turkey with the other residents. Perhaps a food fight at the end of the Thanksgiving feast would put the departing residents in a happier mood.

Ema didn't sweat about it being her last Thanksgiving at the mansion, since she had already planned on leaving anyway. But unlike a certain plumber, she didn't go gaga over one particular thing at a traditional Thanksgiving parade.

"THERE YOU GO, THERE IT IS!" shouted Mario as he rose up from his sofa, clapping with much excitement when he saw his parade float on his television screen during the Thanksgiving parade. Spyro walked by, shaking his head in dismay. "That float saved-a the entire parade."

"Mario you're a grown man, you need to stop doing this," Spyro advised the plumber, who grabbed the purple dragon and held him up to the television screen. "You're smashing my face..."

"You see that, Spyro? You see that awesome-a parade float?" Every time Spyro tried to look away, Mario would simply turn his head back towards the screen. "Is it not the best-a thing you've ever seen?"

"It would be if I didn't have to see it for the past few years." Taking great offense to Spyro's remark, Mario tossed the purple dragon onto the living room couch and looked ready to pummel him. "Mario, relax, I'm just keeping it real!"

"Ooh! We have visitors," squealed Peach, as she heard the doorbell ring. The sound of the doorbell calmed down Mario, as Peach answered the front door and saw Impa.

"Good morning, Princess Peach - and happy Thanksgiving," Impa greeted the princess, with the entire RWBY gang - Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang - standing behind her. "Mind if we invite ourselves to your Thanksgiving breakfast?"

"Of course! Come on in." So Peach let Impa and the RWBY gang inside her house, as Mario gently took Spyro off the couch to avoid any possible suspicion. Hunter exited his room, frowning when he saw Ruby and her friends.

"Aw, what, you're gonna be here for breakfast?" Hunter complained to the four ladies, having enjoyed his "peace" from the four until now. "When are you gonna head back home to your stupid universe?"

"When you finally decide to stop being a doofus," replied Ruby, as Hunter frowned in disgust for he had no witty comeback to put Ruby in her place. "Which, in that case, we'll be here forever..."

Weiss: So we learned from Impa that Hunter apparently has an issue with being liked. We can solve that problem, easy peasy. *smiles*

Hunter: My counseling session with Tom Nook did not help at all, in retrospect. I didn't have high hopes for it anyway, especially considering that the counselor was Tom Nook - a guy who probably smokes a hundred kilos of crack per day. He needs to have some counseling himself, at a chain smoker's variant of Alcoholics Anonymous. Addicts Anonymous.

"Hm, what's this?" inquired Impa as she saw a journal lying on the living room table - Snake's journal, which Mario had acquired in the last episode. The Sheikah was about to reach for it, until...

"No touching!" Mario scolded Impa as she swatted the Sheikah's hand away, before grabbing the journal and holding it close to his chest. "The contents in this journal are for my eyes only."

"He's been reading that journal nonstop since Saturday," Peach explained to Impa, as she was in the kitchen getting a start on breakfast. "Sometimes he'll even read it in the bed. All night long."

"So you'll read that lousy journal, but not the Hyrulian tome that I asked you to read?" Impa asked Mario, noticing how sleep-deprived the plumber's eyes were. The bags under Mario's eyes had bags right underneath.

"This 'lousy journal' is more-a interesting than all that monster mumbo jumbo you forced-a on me," replied Mario, ready to change the subject as he placed the journal back where it was. "Now who wants-a to see my parade float?!"

"We don't want to see your parade float, Mario." Too late, as Mario snatched the TV remote and mashed the rewind button. "Mario, please stop..."

"How have you been, Hunter?" asked Weiss, as she and Yang were creeping up on the cheetah. Weiss was being a bit touchy too, smiling as she rubbed Hunter's chest.

"We haven't seen each other in a while," Yang said to Hunter, who was clearly bugged out by how the two ladies were acting towards him. "You weren't trying to avoid us, were you?"

"Back away, will ya?" Hunter asked Weiss and Yang, as Spyro stood around and observed not bothering to help his friend out. "I have a girlfriend...I mean, wife! I mean...Spyro, help a brother out!"

"Help you out with that, affirming what your relationship status is with Bianca?" asked Spyro, as Hunter was feeling the pressure; the hunter was ready to burst at any given minute. "You should know that yourself, dude."

"Head's getting a little heavy...I need a break." Unable to take the pressure anymore, Hunter retreated to his room so he could have some time by himself. The cheetah slammed the door shut, and was heard screaming into a pillow afterward.

"Pretty decent first attempt, if I do say so myself," Yang said to Weiss, who nodded in agreement with an optimistic smile. Soon Blake came over to Weiss and Yang, having witnessed the magic the two ladies tried to work on Hunter.

"You can leave me out of this whole liking thing," the Faunus said to her two friends, before walking away after her request was made. "Dumb cat doesn't even deserve any fake love..."


With Cilan no longer the head chef of the mansion, many entrusted Dunban to have the Thanksgiving meal this year prepared. But since Pyra and Mythra were both named as Cilan's replacement, Master Hand entrusted the two Blades to handle Thanksgiving instead. Thankfully, Pyra and Mythra were both up for the task...well, at least one of them was.

While Pyra was a fine cook herself, the same could not be said for Mythra. While she was nowhere near as egregious as Chef Kawasaki, Mythra's cooking left a lot to be desired. Her food wasn't feared like Lady Palutena's - people just straight up refused to consume whatever the Blade cooked.

"Mythra, what are you doing to the stuffing?" a concerned Pyra asked the Blade, who was putting all sorts of food items in the stuffing - chocolate syrup, mayonnaise, barbecue sauce, egg yolk, etc. The stuffing had yet to go into the oven!

"It's called stuffing for a reason, you know," replied Mythra, speaking as if she knew what she was doing - even though that was pretty far from the truth. "Why not stuff it with everything possible?"

"That's not how it works..." Pyra could only watch in peril, as Mythra went into the fridge and grabbed a gallon of milk. "...Mythra, put that down, that milk expired weeks ago!"

Meta Knight: As I had feared, the Thanksgiving feast this year will be a one-man affair with Pyra doing all of the work. If it ever comes to the point where I have to eat any of Mythra's food, I will make sure that my obituary is fully typed out, just in case the inevitable happens.

"The milk is expired, yet it's still in the fridge," said Mythra, after Pyra snatched the gallon of milk away and poured its contents down the drain like it was poisonous acid. "How do you explain that, Pyra?"

"I dunno; kitchen upkeep is never really the best," replied Pyra as she tossed the empty gallon of milk...and accidentally struck Master Hand in the process. Pyra gasped when she saw what she had done. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, Master Hand!"

"Ow, you chipped my fingernail!" Master Hand winced in pain, feeling a painful tingling sensation at the tip of his index finger. "I had meant to trim my fingernails on Wednesday."

"What fingernails are you even...I mean, what brings you here, Master Hand?" Pyra did her best to hide the now-ruined stuffing so that Master Hand wouldn't judge Mythra.

"Just wanted to give you ladies a heads up. A very special guest will be joining us for the feast later." That special guest could mean just about anyone - this was Master Hand we're talking about here.

"What, you're gonna teleport some famous athlete to Seattle against their will?" questioned Mythra, as Pyra was discreetly dumping the stuffing into the garbage disposal. Had to start all over from scratch. "So much for spending time with friends and family..."

"I'll have you know that this special guest of ours is a friend...and could also be a welcome member of our family soon." A response like that only made Pyra and Mythra guess even more. "Also, what on earth have you done to that stuffing, Pyra?"

"Master Hand, I can explain..." started Pyra, only before she saw Mythra looking at her with fear in her eyes. Fear that Master Hand might kick her to the curb, and Pyra too by mere association. "...I'm sorry, Master Hand. I'll do better."

"Good! Way to hold yourself accountable - that's a sign of a great chef. I better get going now - keep up the good work!" So Master Hand vanished away, as Pyra finished dumping the stuffing.

"From now on...I'll be the only one doing the cooking," Pyra laid down the rules to Mythra; the look on her face insinuated that she was humiliated, and maybe a tad angry. "You can just...wash the dishes, or whatever."

"I was just trying to help..." Mythra moaned in sadness, as Pyra opened up the oven to check on the turkey. Should Mythra mess up the turkey in any way possible, she and Pyra were bound to find themselves in a heap of trouble.


For most of the men in the mansion, there was nothing better on Thanksgiving (aside from devouring turkey, of course) than gathering around and watching some football. Granted, they might not care for the teams that traditionally play on the holiday - the Dallas Cowboys for being overrated, and the Detroit Lions for just sucking in general - but hey, it's football. Folks would still watch regardless of who was playing.

However, that wouldn't be the case for Sonic, Pit, and a few of their friends, all of whom did not care for the first matchup of the day. Something about watching a winless football team going up against a mediocre team just didn't resonate with them. So they took it upon themselves to play some football outside in the backyard until Pyra and Mythra (or even Dunban) got breakfast ready.

"Remember to keep the hits clean, boys," Kazooie said to Sonic and company, as she and Banjo served as the referees for the football scrimmage. Oy vey. "This is football, not wrestling! No suplexes!"

"Aw, so I can't send the receiver to the ground with a simple Canadian destroyer?" Pit asked Kazooie, who dared not to question what kind of sick maneuver the Canadian destroyer was. Sounded deadly. "Can I at least hit someone in the head with a steel chair?"

"Sorry, Pit, but that's against the rules," answered Banjo - perhaps chair shots would be more acceptable if everyone was wearing a helmet. "Okay, resuming play in three, two, one..."

Pit: Think of how more entertaining football would be if it was more like wrestling. Star quarterbacks cutting promos against each other in-between quarters. A player attacking another player after he scores a touchdown, even if said player doesn't play for either team. Opposing team players fighting each other in the locker room, with the fight broadcast on the big screen. So much potential to be had!

After Banjo blew into the whistle, play immediately resumed. The Flying Man snapped the ball to Sonic, who was playing at quarterback. Sonic showed off his speed as he avoided a sack from Incineroar, before throwing a missile to his receiver, Sora.

"He could go all the way!" exclaimed Sora, channeling his inner Chris Berman as he ran for the score. The Keyblade wielder saw Andrew Oikonny in his peripheral, and he pointed at the monkey with a grin before scoring the touchdown.

"Dang it, I was so close!" whined Andrew, stomping his foot on the ground in frustration as Sonic, Crash, and the Flying Man ran over to celebrate with Sora. However, all hope wasn't lost for Andrew just yet...

"Penalty on the field!" shouted Kazooie, blowing into her whistle as Banjo tossed a yellow penalty flag on the ground at Sora's feet. "That was a taunting call you just did, Sora."

"Taunting? But all I did was smile and point at Andrew!" stated Sora, unable to see what the big deal was - and neither did Sonic and Crash. Kazooie sure was a stickler for the rules.

"Exactly, and that's considered taunting. Such a disgusting display of unsportsmanlike conduct means that your touchdown...will be negated!"

"Think of the children, Sora!" the Flying Man scolded the Keyblade wielder, and he was right; some kid at elementary school could do what Sora did during recess, and risk getting a week's worth of detention at the least.

"Hey, who's side are you on?" Sora frowned at the Flying Man, who apparently didn't even know himself as he shrugged his shoulders in response.

Kazooie: There was no taunting penalty during or after the play. I just enjoy making Sora look really silly *giggles*

"Oh, Sora!" Wily called out to the Keyblade wielder, who spotted the robot inventor standing from afar. Wily had some big news to deliver. "Your friends from the Land of Departure have arrived."

"Awesome! I'll be right over," Sora called out to Wily, before turning his attention to Sonic and the fellas. His excitement could not be understated. "Well, looks like I'm heading out. Win this one for me, alright?"

"We'll try our best," Sonic assured Sora as he gave a thumbs-up, and Sora nodded with confidence as he followed after Wily. With Sora out of the game, Sonic looked towards the sidelines and saw Tails and Kirby, chilling. "Alright, Tails! You're in!"

"No thanks, I'm watching the dog show on my tablet," replied Tails, as he was watching the National Dog Show on his tablet. Kirby suddenly heard a rustling in the bushes behind him and Tails

"Woah there buddy, listen to the words that just came out of your mouth." Sonic, sounding deeply disappointed, walked over to Tails in a bargaining manner. "Think about what you're doing!"

"What, I can't watch the dog show anymore? What do you have against the dog show?" As Tails argued with Sonic, the rustling sound in the bushes became louder and louder. Kirby couldn't help but peek and see what was up.

"If you had to do one thing for the rest of your life, what would you choose? Playing football with your friends, or watching some dogs that you don't even own prancing around for a judging panel full of geezers?"

As the rustling sound got louder and louder, it was hard for Kirby to ignore it anymore. So he finally took a peek through the bushes, and he saw...nothing. But then he saw a figure running away, seemingly as if it was spotted.

"Magolor? Is that you?" wondered Kirby, as the pink puffball ran after the retreating figure to get a closer look. "Magolor, wait up! It's me, Kirby!"

"Who on earth is that speaking?" the figure spoke as it looked back, only for Kirby to run into them and trample them over. After the brief tumble, Kirby saw that he was on top of an old adversary of his, who was now an ally...Magolor.

"Magolor! It really is you!" Kirby happily helped Magolor up to his feet, before dusting any dirt off of the alien. "This is such a quaint surprise."

"A-Are you an imposter?" Magolor took a few steps away from Kirby, treating the pink puffball as if he was the living embodiment of the plague. "The Kirby that I know doesn't talk..."

"I have a translator now." Kirby showed off his translator device to Magolor, who no longer had any reason to fear as he took a deep sigh of relief. "It really makes for more intelligible conversations."

"Kirby, who's your friend?" Pit asked the pink puffball, as he and INcineroar came over and got a good look at Magolor. "Have you been making secret friends behind my back?"

"No, Pit, this is a friend that I've known for a while now. Meet Magolor." Kirby nudged Magolor forward, and Magolor looked nervous as Incineroar's might intimidated him. To be fair, Incineroar did have the Intimidate ability.

"N-Nice k-kitty.." stammered Megalor as he gently petted Incineroar on his leg. The alien inadvertently touched a soft spot on Incineroar's leg, causing the heel Pokemon to growl at him. "...please don't eat me, I don't even taste that good!"

"Ha, same here," smiled Pit, as Magolor was now shuddering in fear. Kirby's friends would take some time getting used to. "Maybe that's why Incineroar hasn't devoured me whole yet! Could be because of my perpetually dry skin."

"Do you ever use any lotion?" Kirby asked Pit; as Pit took the time to recall the last time he used lotion - let alone any kind of body product - Sonic came over to check on the angel and his friends.

"Just so ya know, we're gonna resume the game soon," Sonic informed Pit and Incineroar, as he was ready to end the scrimmage in time for breakfast. "You wouldn't believe the trouble I went through to confiscate Tails' tablet."

Sonic: I was this close, this close, to breaking the tablet. It was that bad.

"Okay, thanks for the heads up," replied Pit, before turning his attention to the still frightened Magalor. "It was nice meeting you, Magolor!" Pit and Incineroar both followed after Sonic, as Magalor let out a sigh of relief.

"I never knew your friends were so scary!" Magolor said to Kirby, easing up a bit; if Incineroar was enough to make him wet his pants, Lord knows what some of the other residents would do to him. "You're such a brave soul..."

"Eh, I get that a lot," replied Kirby, who wanted Magolor to stay around for a bit. It has been a long time since he last saw the alien - today was the perfect day for doing some catching up. "Wanna stick around for Thanksgiving?"

"As in like, for the turkey and whatnot?" Well, what else would be served during the Thanksgiving meal, Magolor? Nacho chips and deep-dish pizza? "I mean, I would love to, but..."

"Come on, just stick around for a bit. You won't regret it..." Kirby grabbed and held Magolor's hand, preventing the alien from making his grand escape. Seeing how adamant Kirby was on him staying, Magolor was left with no other choice.

"Fine, I'll stay. But I'm only doing this just for you." And so it was settled - Magolor would remain in Seattle, and be part of the Thanksgiving feast. Hopefully, he wouldn't try to sneak out during the meal. Kirby would be most displeased.


Turkey at the Luigi household was somewhat of a bad ruse. The same thing happened every year - the turkey would catch on fire in the oven, and Luigi would desperately do anything possible to put the fire out. He thought that he avoided it last year, but then an accident involving lighting a candle happened and the rest, well, is history.

All things considered, Thanksgiving last year was a step in the right direction in Luigi's eyes. The turkey only caught on fire when a lighter fell upon it, and Luigi considered that an "improvement". To ensure that things would go well this year, Luigi did the same thing he did last year and had someone guard the turkey in his oven, expecting similar results.

"Keep up the good-a work, Gerudo Ganon!" Luigi encouraged the demon lord, who was standing in front of Luigi's oven with his arms folded. Gerudo Ganon looked bored and tired out of his mind, but he still persevered regardless.

"Do I get an invite to your Thanksgiving dinner for doing this?" Gerudo Ganon asked Luigi, wanting some kind of reward just for standing around in another man's kitchen. Luigi had his lips pursed, as he didn't know what to say without hurting Gerudo Ganon's feelings.

"...perhaps not, but you get some-a free breakfast food!" That's it? Free breakfast food? Gerudo Ganon groaned and facepalmed, as Daisy approached him holding a few spices in her hands.

"Hey, Ganon, do you mind opening up the oven for me?" Daisy asked Gerudo Ganon, and Luigi watched in horror as Gerudo Ganon kindly stepped to the side and opened the oven door for Daisy.

"Daisy, what-a are you doing to the turkey?!" Luigi had his hands on his head, as Daisy was putting all sorts of seasoning on the turkey. "That turkey was-a already perfect, and you're ruining it!"

"Still looked kinda bland to me." Once Daisy was all done seasoning the turkey, Gerudo Ganon closed the oven door as Luigi slumped down to his knees. "Thanks, Ganon!"

Daisy: Luigi is horribly convinced that the only reason his turkey catches on fire is that he uses seasoning. Never mind the fact that for some reason, he sets the turkey to cook at unreasonably high temperatures. This year he wanted to bake the turkey at six hundred degrees; I had Gerudo Ganon turn it down to three hundred when Luigi wasn't looking.

"Gerudo Ganon, how could-a you?" Luigi asked the demon lord, who reassumed his original position as he went back to standing in front of the oven. "You've already broke-a my trust!"

"That was for not inviting me to your Thanksgiving dinner," admitted Gerudo Ganon, as Luigi gasped and clutched his pearls. Didn't seem like Luigi would reverse his decision anytime soon.


Silver was always invited for Thanksgiving every year, and the hedgehog was in the living room watching some television with Riku, Dante, and Akihiko. Take a wild guess what those four individuals had in common.

"We're idiots for even watching this game..." grumbled Akihiko, who was forcing himself to watch the Detroit Lions play. The Lions were by far the worst team in the league, and it wasn't even close.

"I think we've become too Americanized," fretted Siler, who wanted to look away from the action but just couldn't. His eyes were glued to the TV. "All this unnecessary football-watching is getting bad for our health."

"Watching football is considered unhealthy now?" Bowser raised an eyebrow as he entered the living room with a list, and you know what it was...the List of Bowser. A tried and true Thanksgiving tradition. "Are you part of the moral police, Silver? Do you know what happens when you become part of the moral police?"

"Weren't you supposed to retire that list two years ago?" Silver was already over the List of Bowser, and so were Riku and Akihiko. Dante was new blood in the eyes of Bowser. "After Brio tried to steal it from you?"

"How dare you insinuate that the List of Bowser would ever be retired! You just made the list!" Bowser furiously scribbled Silver's name on the list, as an uncaring Silver went back to watching the game.

"Too bad I'm not on the list," a cocky Dante smiled, seemingly speaking too soon as he folded his arms behind his head and relaxed on the couch. After he was done writing down Silver's name, Bowser looked at the television screen and shrieked when he saw the teams that were playing.

"You boys are watching the Chicago Bears and Detroit Lions play? On THANKSGIVING?" Being a fan of either team was enough to warrant a spot on the List of Bowser, in Bowser's humble opinion. "Dante, Riku, Mr. Sanada...you all have made the list!"

"Psst, what does making the list mean?" Dante whispered to Riku, as Bowser was adding three names to the list. Dante could now say that he made the List, just like pretty much any other mansion resident.

"It means that Bowser thinks of you as a stupid idiot," Riku whispered back, causing Dante to frown a bit. "I wouldn't sweat it." But Dante was sweating it, as the vigilante appeared offended, wanting to punch Bowser.

Dante: That list is now invalid, I gotta find some way to burn it to ashes. *pauses* Why am I taking this so personally...?

"Riku, Riku, I have some great news!" Sora called out to the silverette as he stood at the living room entrance, with an extreme amount of glee on his face. Was the happiest the Keyblade wielder ever felt. "A few friends of ours are in Seattle!"

"Oh really?" Riku perked up, as he instinctively thought of a certain dog and duck duo. As well as a mouse who happened to wield the Keyblade just like Sora.

However, Riku's expectations were quickly dashed when Sora bought three individuals into the living room. Two guys and a woman, and Riku was very familiar with all three.

"Yes...more stupid idiots to add to my list!" Bowser said quietly to himself with a smile, as Riku got up from the couch and walked over to Sora and company.

"Here they are, Riku...the Wayfinder trio! Terra, Ventus, and Aqua!" exclaimed Sora, treating the Wayfinder trio as if they were a big deal. As he rightfully should - they were flipping Keyblade Masters! Well, at least two of them were Keyblade Masters.

"Hello again, Riku," greeted Aqua, the first out of the trio to become a Keyblade Master. Riku had gone through a lot of trouble saving her from the darkness. "We've been wondering where you and Sora have been..."

"Yeah, this place you're staying at isn't so shabby," remarked Terra as he looked around the living room, while Bowser was anxious to place his name on the List of Bowser. "The outside looks a lot better, though."

"The trip here was super painless - that Dr. Wily guy is quite the character," said Ventus, reflecting on how painless the trip to Seattle was. "Definitely fits the evil genius stereotype to a tee."

"Let me guess - are these friends your 'power'?" Bowser asked Sora in a taunting manner, using some extra emphasis on his finger quotations. "As a personal preference, I would like for you to answer yes, so I can..."

"Sora can answer this question whichever way he wants to," Terra stood up for Sora as he confronted Bowser, showing that he wouldn't back down for the Koopa King. "He can easily speak for himself."

"Hey buddy, watch it! Do you know what happens when you interrupt the mighty Bowser? You out yourself as a stupid idiot! Congratulations...YOU JUST MADE THE LIST!"

"At least I'm not the kind of stupid idiot that writes down other people's names to feel better about myself." Terra's comments cut in deep into Bowser, who was about to write down Terra's name until he froze.

"I'm not doing this for self-esteem...it's just to make myself look superior! I mean...screw you, man!" Left in a sour mood, Bowser stormed out of the living room, searching for more names to add to his ever-growing list.

"Nice one, Terra," Riku commended the Keyblade Master, who didn't think much about his diss towards Bowser. He just wanted Bowser to leave Sora alone. "Got him better than I ever could..."


Breakfast was ready at the Mario household, and Impa and the RWBY gang were the guests. Hunter, who was sitting in-between Spyro and Ruby, was feeling uncomfortable as Ruby was stroking his hair. Or at least the few strands of hair on his head.

"Such nice hair you have!" Ruby flattered Hunter, who was growing more uncomfortable by the minute as Spyro was holding in his laughter. Ruby then started stroking Hunter's goatee and was even more impressed. "And such a nice goatee, too! What kind of hair products do you use?"

"I don't just hair products...just my saliva," explained Hunter, as he was waiting for Spyro to bail him out somehow. But Spyro was too busy enjoying the cheetah's plight to even intervene.

"It's true - Hunter has a vat of saliva hidden underneath his bed," confirmed Peach, as a now disgusted Ruby stopped stroking the goatee and rubbed her possibly infected hand. "It's a couple of months old."

"Sure you should be eating those scrambled eggs, Peach?" Spyro asked the princess, who was eating from an entire plate of scrambled eggs. Which she only fixed for herself. The absolute greed. "What with your pregnancy and all?"

"They're scrambled enough - I think I'll be fine." As Peach continued eating her scrambled eggs, Hunter suddenly fainted to the floor as he fell backward out of his chair. "Oh my!"

Spyro: *laughs uncontrollably* Poor Hunter...he looked so uncomfortable during breakfast! *laughs even harder, before slowing down* But I gotta say, he's getting exactly what was coming for him. Everyone loves their just desserts.

"Mario, are you not going to help Hunter up?" Impa asked the plumber, who was busy reading from Snake's journal while Peach checked to see if Hunter was okay. A lack of response made Impa groan. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Not yet, give-a me a moment," replied Mario, his eyes glued to the journal as he flipped over the page. Impa groaned yet again. "Mama mia! I've never realized how worse-a Snake's handwriting has gotten over the years."

"You've barely touched your food since breakfast started. Is reading that journal more important than spending time with your family?"

"To be fair, Impa, I would-a enjoy family time a lot more if I didn't have guests-a over." At this point, Impa had enough of Mario's mouth as she got up from her seat and walked over to Mario, taking the journal away. "Hey!"

"Let's see what's inside this journal that is so interesting..." Impa wouldn't get a chance to read a single sentence, as Mario quickly snatched the journal away from the Sheikah's hands.

"If you want to read-a the journal, then you're gonna have to ask-a nicely." Mario went back to his seat with a frown, closing the journal and placing it underneath him so he wouldn't cause further trouble.

"How about you read the journal's contents to us later, as a little Thanksgiving storytime? That journal seems to be your only priority right now..."

"You have to stop, Mario; you've re-read that journal enough times already," Peach said to her husband, as her best efforts weren't enough to revive Hunter. The princess returned to her seat, as Ruby looked down at Hunter.

"Try kissing Hunter...that ought to wake him up," Weiss whispered to Ruby with a mischievous smile; Ruby, with some hesitance, got out of her chair and knelt down at Hunter...

...before giving a small peck on the cheetah's lips. The method worked to perfection, it seemed, as Hunter slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by Ruby staring at him.

"AAAAAAHHH SHE'S TRYING TO KISS ME!" Hunter shrieked, as the cheetah leaped up off the floor and ran out of the house screaming. Didn't even go through the front door, or the screen doors - he literally ran through a wall, leaving an imprinted hole behind.

"Told you that it would work!" Weiss said to Ruby, delighted to know that her master plan worked like a charm. Blake wasn't a huge fan, as she shook her head and kept eating her breakfast.


Meanwhile, over at the mansion, the residents were having breakfast themselves. Magolor and the Wayfinder trio found themselves as the center of attention, partly due to being the first - and most unique - Thanksgiving guests.

"So how did you and Sora first meet?" Donkey Kong asked Ventus, as he and Diddy Kong were interesting in hearing the Keyblade wielder's life story. And Ventus had quite the story to tell.

"I first met him at the Land of Departure after waking up from a decade-long slumber," explained Ventus, as the Kongs were amazed at how a human being could stay in stasis for so long. "But that was just the face-to-face meeting."

"My heart connected with Ventus's heart when I was a newborn," added Sora, and now Donkey Kong and Diddy were both confused. Sora sensed the bewilderment right away. "It was during his Dive to the Heart." That didn't make the Kongs any less confused at all.

"You connected with Sora when he was just a baby?" Bowser furrowed his brow at Ventus, trying to piece the info together while at the same time trying to visualize it, too. Didn't look all too pretty to Bowser. "That makes you a child diddler! And you know where child diddlers belong? On the list!"

"Weird, I was gonna say that they belong in prison," commented the eavesdropping Slippy, as Bowser finally added a member of the Wayfinder trio to his list. "But that works too."

"Do you ever get tired of adding names to your list?" Aqua asked Bowser, who wrote down Ventus's name while Ventus continued eating his breakfast without a care in the world. "Life for you must not be that interesting otherwise..."

"Don't push it lady...or your name is going on the list, too! And then after that, your friend with the funny pants! I'll have the entire trifecta!"

"I'll have you know that he only does this during Thanksgiving," Pyra assured Aqua, only to look over and furrow her brow when she saw Alph pouring Worcestershire sauce over his waffles. Worcestershire sauce? "Mytha, what did you do to the syrup?"

"It was expired, so I had to substitute," explained Mythra, as Alph happily ate his waffles; they didn't taste too bad, with the Worcestershire sauce on top. "Think the expiration date was September 12th, 2021."

"Actually, it was December 9th, 2021 - I already checked," corrected King Dedede, who apparently didn't bother to return the syrup. Further alarmed by Mythra's incompetence, Pyra facepalmed as she returned to the kitchen.

Pyra: Preparing the Thanksgiving meal is going to be one of the most stressful challenges of my life...I can't even trust Mythra to handle the Thanksgiving dessert. She might use mashed potatoes for the sweet potato pie or something, and then claim it won't make a difference since it's "still a potato".

"So Magolor, what do you like to do for a living?" Sonic asked the alien, as he wanted to get to know him a little better. Magolor had no interesting life story to share like the Wayfinder trio, but he could still spare a couple of details.

"I like to build amusement parks in my spare time," answered Magolor, as Sonic and his friends were supremely fascinated by this fact. "It's the one thing I like to do best."

"Are these amusement parks of yours Disney World-tier?" Pit asked Magolor as he was stuffing his face with pancakes. Even on Thanksgiving day, Pit refused to show any table manners. "Do they have rides, and castles, and costumed guys that may or may not be sexual predators?"

"What kind of amusement parks do you go to..." Magolor started shying away from Pit, who realized that he might've said a bit too much as he kept his mouth shut. Soon Snake came over to Pit and friends, looking for something.

"Have you boys seen a journal anywhere?" the former spy asked, searching around the dining room table for anything that resembled a journal. "It's gone missing ever since I dealt with those Team Galactic geeks."

"We haven't, but we can keep our eyes peeled," replied Kirby, as Snake's eyes soon fell upon Magolor. Snake was staring down at Magolor, who looked pretty tense, as the tension started to build up. "Why are you staring at Magolor like that, Snake?"

"Oh, nothing - he just reminded me of an old friend I had. Thanks, boys." On that note, Snake walked away as Kirby was left in an inquisitive mood.

"Your friend is a midget?" Pit called out to Snake, who ignored the angel as he returned to his seat. The Luminary, who saw the exchange from where he was sitting, kept a close eye on Snake and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Man, it kinda sucks that Link and Zelda couldn't be here," said Sonic, changing the subject as he brought up the most recent married couple. "They probably think that they're too good for us anymore!"


Now that they were married, Link and Zelda took it upon themselves to celebrate Thanksgiving with other married couples. Namely Marth and Caeda, and Roy and Lilina. The Hylian couple was over at Marth's house, where they were hanging out in the living room until they heard the doorbell ring.

"That must be him," assumed Link as he went to the front door, opening it and seeing Cloud. Cloud was not alone, for his plus-one Aerith was standing next to him. Aerith couldn't afford to be left behind.

"Hey, Link, sorry I'm late," Cloud apologized to the Hylian, as Aerith was holding some pumpkin pie. "Aerith was bugging me nonstop to come with me. Took me a while to oblige..."

"I brought some pie," smiled Aerith as she held up the pumpkin pie for Link to see. From the looks of it, the flower girl must've made it herself - maybe she should be named a cook over Mythra.

"Great! I'm sure Marth will be a big fan," remarked Link, and upon hearing his name called, Marth looked up from the kitchen. "Heard from Caeda that Marth apparently likes pumpkin pie."

"Sorry, you two, but only married couples can attend," Marth said to Cloud and Aerith as he hustled over to the front door, ready to turn the swordsman and flower girl around. "Go enjoy Thanksgiving with your non-married friends."

"Marth, how can you be rude to our potential dinner guests?" Caeda scolded the hero-king, as she was very disapproving of her husband's behavior. "Also, your pot of collard greens is boiling over."

"Ack!" A panicked Marth ran back to the kitchen, where his pot of collard greens was boiling all over the stove. The hero-king turned the stove eye down, sighing in relief after the action was done.

"So...is anyone gonna let us in, or not?" asked Cloud, wanting some permission to enter from either one of Caeda, Roy, and Lilina. Marth obviously couldn't be relied upon.

"I still have pie..." said Aerith, as she and Cloud were anxiously waiting for an answer. Cloud and Aerith wouldn't have to wait much longer, as Caeda would come through for them.

"Of course, you can come right on in!" the princess said to Cloud and Aerith, accepting the pumpkin pie from Aerith as Marth looked at his wife flabbergasted. "We would never say no to any welcome guest."

Marth: Cloud thinks he's so high and mighty when he's with Aerith...it's the only time he actually cares about anything! No, I'm not jealous, I have no right to since I'm married. I just don't want him over, that's all.
Cloud: *creeps up on Marth* And why is that, Marth? Elaborate, if you will.
Marth:
*smiles nervously* Because...you'll eat up all the food? *backs away* Please don't hurt me...
Cloud: You're lucky you have a wife who cares for you... *walks away*

"Also, our Thanksgiving dinner isn't just for married couples only," added Caeda as she placed Aerith's pumpkin pie on a table, where Roy was rearranging all of the desserts. "Roy's mom will be coming over!" Roy immediately froze the moment he heard that.

"Oh, you mean Roy Koopa's mom?" Roy asked as he laughed nervously, distancing himself from the table of sweets. "Pretty weird for Princess Peach to celebrate Thanksgiving with us..."

"She's not talking about Roy Koopa, silly," Lilina said to Roy, who was growing increasingly afraid, as a drop of sweat ran down his face. "She's referring to you, and your mom..."

"Yes, she was referring to me - thank you for the clarification, Lilina." Roy quickly placed his finger on Lilina's lips, silencing his wife before she could say another word. "What we would do without you!"

"Who is your mom, Roy?" Zelda asked the swordsman, as she was deeply curious to know. Apparently, Roy was too embarrassed to reveal his mom's identity. "Have we met her before?"

"She happens to live in the same city as us," replied Lilina as she removed Roy's hand; she found herself wrangling with her husband, who wished to silence her a second time. "So you should have met her already."

"Guess she flew right under our noses," remarked Link, as Roy was angry with Lilina - and also worried about how the Thanksgiving feast would turn out. Should Roy's mom show up, it would perhaps be the end for Roy. For some strange reason.

"My mom does have a weird knack for being invisible to others..." Roy chuckled nervously, now wishing that his mom could vanish away and remain invisible forever. Or just for one Thanksgiving.


Since it was likely his last Thanksgiving in Seattle, Cortex desired to celebrate it with his crush Tiki. The evil genius and Uka stopped by the tower, where they were greeted by the surprise sight of someone other than Chef Kawasaki preparing the Thanksgiving feast.

"What are you doing to the squash soup?!" Chef Kawasaki asked Ashley, who was handling all the Thanksgiving duties by herself. She did have some minimal cooking experience, fortunately. "You're not adding enough butter. Twenty sticks of butter should do it."

"My deepest apologies for caring about the health of the others," Ashley apologized without much sincerity, adding a pinch of salt to the soup. "Feel disgusted for saying that out loud..."

Alucard: Ashley will be doing the Thanksgiving dinner this year, instead of Chef Kawasaki. For the first time since this tower was first established, we tower inhabitants won't have to worry about a potential trip to the ICU.

"I kinda feel better about going to this Thanksgiving meal now," Uka said to Cortex, who moved on from the kitchen as he entered the hallway looking around for Tiki.

"As if you can even have any of the food," snorted Cortex, only to stop when he saw Tiki speaking with Lyn a short distance up ahead. Cortex locked his eyes on Tiki, smiling with joy. "Not a single peep, Uka..."

"So you won't be celebrating Thanksgiving with us, Lyn?" Tiki asked the swordswoman, as Cortex had his focus fixated on his crush. It was almost like Cortex tuned out the world around him.

"I'm afraid not...for I have somewhat of a 'family reunion' to get to," replied Lyn, smiling as she winked at Tiki; once she got the hint, Tiki was smiling as well. "My man should be arriving soon."

"Well, in that case, I won't hold you up much longer. You better get going!" So Lyn left, heading down the hallway as she passed by Cortex. The swordswoman came to a stop as she observed Cortex, who was still stuck in a trance.

"Is he going to be alright?" Lyn asked Uka, before waving her hand in front of Cortex's eyes. Cortex didn't blink - that would prevent him from admiring Tiki.

"I've asked him the same question all these years," replied Uka, as Lyn's best efforts were unable to reel Cortex back into reality. "the more he answers yes, the more insane he becomes."

"I'm very sorry to hear that, then. Just make sure to keep him on his best behavior, okay?" Lyn walked away, as Cortex remained where he was still entranced. That is until Tiki walked closer to him.

"How nice to have you over, Dr. Cortex," Tiki greeted the evil genius, who suddenly snapped out of it the moment he heard Tiki's voice. "I take it that you'll be joining us for Thanksgiving?"

"Erm, yes - I'll be happily taking Lyn's spot," confirmed Cortex, elated that there was an open seat at the Thanksgiving dinner. Unless someone else were to beat Cortex to the punch. "Do you know where Lyn would've sat at?"

"I believe that her seat was next to mine." Good news for Cortex, who was completely over the moon as a smile was forming on his face. "You're free to take it if you wish."

"For the record, you don't deserve this..." Uka whispered into the ear of Cortex, who was smiling profusely. Tiki began to wonder if Cortex was in intense pain, judging from how hard he was smiling.


Until the Thanksgiving feast was ready, Pit, Sonic, and others spent some time with Kirby's friend, Magolor, at the arcade room. Magolor was playing a turkey-themed game called Turkey Shoot, which the Arcade Bunny had installed just for Thanksgiving.

"Magolor, you're supposed to shoot at the turkeys, not run away from them," Knuckles said to the alien, who was performing very terribly at the arcade game. Even by most standards. "It's called Turkey Shoot for a reason!"

"Is it even ethical to shoot at turkeys, even in an arcade game?" asked Magolor, as the mutant turkeys ganged up on Magolor resulting in a game over. Knuckles smacked his forehead, as Silver entered the arcade room.

"Guys, you won't believe what I just found out from watching the afternoon game," the silver hedgehog said to Magolor and company, having some info that might blow everyone's minds. "The Raiders...are from Las Vegas!"

"They've been playing at Las Vegas since last year, dude," Sonic informed Silver, who couldn't believe that he didn't know this until now. Showed you how much of a football fan he was. "Way to be late to the party..."

"Way to be late to the party indeed!" said Bowser as he seemingly came out of nowhere, emerging from a dark part of the arcade room. You could tell that he was feigning to add someone to the list. "You're going on the list, Silver!"

"Isn't one time today already enough?" Didn't seem like it to Bowser, who went ahead and wrote down Silver's name. Silver sighed and left, as Bowser soon turned his attention to Magolor.

"I don't think we've formally met. You can call me Bowser!" Bowser held out his hand to Magolor, for a friendly handshake; it could be a ruse to somehow trick Magolor, and add him to the list.

"And I'm...Magolor," Magolor introduced himself to Bowser, as he shook the Koopa King's hand. Kirby and the others looked on warily. "Kirby and I used to be enemies, but...we're on good terms now."

"Say, Magolor, what do you do for a living?" This question would make or break Magolor - he had to pick his words wisely or risk going on the list.

"Magolor is an amusement park tycoon," Pit would answer for Magolor; Bowser was impressed, for he too had experience building amusement parks. Some of which might be considered deadly. "He even built one theme park just for Kirby!"

"You build amusement parks, huh? How much do you charge at these amusement parks?" Now, this was the question that would truly make or break Magolor.

"I usually let folks get in for free," admitted Magolor, and Bowser found this extremely shameful as he gasped in shock. "Currency rates on Dream Land are super confusing!"

"You let people get in for free? How do you even expect to make record profits?! With horrible business acumen like that, you're going on the list!"

Bowser: I won't lie, I never charged people at my amusement parks either. Still doesn't make what Magolor does any less terrible.

"I'm going on the list?!" panicked Magolor, trembling with hands on his head as Bowser wrote down his name. "No, it can't be..."

"Relax, it's not the end of the world," Sonic assured Magolor, who was acting like he became the most wanted criminal in America, if not the entire world. "You'll forget about it by the time the Thanksgiving dinner starts, trust me."

"But it is the end of the world, man! I'm done for...they're on to me!" The only thing that would make Magolor feel better was if he somehow disappeared and no longer existed. Sonic and friends tried their best to comfort Magolor, but it wasn't working.

"If you want, I can erase your name off the list," Bowser said to Magolor - never mind the fact that he was using an ink pen - as Dante was sneaking up on the Koopa King. "I only use white-out for worthy individuals."

"It's too late. The damage has been done..." Magolor slinked away from the Turkey Shoot arcade game, with his face buried in his hands. He was ruined, and he wouldn't specify why.

"Easy now, Magolor...what you need is a change of scenery," Kirby said to the alien, as he and the others guided Magolor out of the arcade room. Bowser looked on, contemplating removing Magolor's name.

"Nice going, Bowser - you practically broke the poor guy," Dante scolded Bowser, who didn't want any of the vigilante's crap. Dante was at risk of going on the list a second time, like Silver. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Look, man, I didn't expect him to take it so personally!" Bowser defended himself, as Dante looked at the Koopa King in a skeptical manner. "Most stupid idiots accept their fate, but I guess he couldn't bring himself to do it."

"I only see one stupid idiot around here...and it's not him." Dante took the List of Bowser away from the arcade room, with some destruction on his mind. "Time to take this stupid list to the trash where it belongs..."

"Oh no, you don't! I'm not having a repeat of two years ago!" Bowser chased after Dante, as he did not want a "List of Bowser 3.0" situation on his hands.


All Krystal wanted for Thanksgiving this year was to celebrate it with her family - with her adoring husband, Fox, and her son Marcus. However, the vixen had a sneaky suspicion that Falco would interject himself into the festivities. Falco did it last year when he brought Phoenix and Trudy Wright, and he planned on recreating his success this year with a new set of "friends".

"Falco, why did you have to bring us?" Rayman asked the avian pilot, who was standing around at Fox's front door. Barbara and Globox were both accompanying the limbless hero. "I feel like a prop..."

"Speak for yourself - Globox feels like a gullible pig!" squealed Globox, before a distinct smell reached his nostrils. Did Globox even have nostrils? "Yum, Globox can smell the turkey from here!"

"Sure it isn't the smell of your own fart?" asked Barbara, as she found herself holding her nose. Rayman, who was standing closer to Globox, covered his nose with both of his hands. "Smells like a rotten egg!"

"Globox wouldn't know, he can't smell his farts because he doesn't have a nose!" Then how did he even...Barbara decided not to argue against Globox, simply choosing to let the amphibian be great.

"You guys are gonna love Krystal's turkey, it's so good," Falco said to Rayman and friends, hyping up Fox and Krystal's thanksgiving meal. Soon Fox opened the door and wasn't all that surprised to see Falco.

"Were you the one who was ringing the doorbell incessantly?" Fox asked Falco, who proudly nodded his head; Falco always had to be there for his best bro. "Thought I told you that you're not allowed in our house for Thanksgiving."

"Well, I'm glad that you said that because...wait, WHAT?!" Falco was flabbergasted, fearing that Fox might've betrayed him. Or that Krystal was wearing the pants in the marriage.

"Yeah, Krystal was tired of you last Thanksgiving, so she doesn't want you in our house. Especially with it being Marcus's first Thanksgiving and all. Also, you're not considered family."

"But I am family! I was your flipping best man at the wedding, for crying out loud. Let me talk to Krystal!" Falco tried to get inside Fox's house, but Rayman had to restrain the avian pilot.

"Sorry, man. Maybe we can have your world-famous turkey sandwiches next Thanksgiving." As Falco was restrained by Rayman, Anna joined Fox at the front door, for she had somewhere to go.

"Hope you have a fantastic Thanksgiving meal," the merchant said to Fox before stepping out of the house. She passed by Falco along the way, as Falco finally freed himself from Rayman's grasp.

"Lemme speak to Krystal, just this once," Falco requested to Fox, who let out an apologetic sigh as he slammed the door on his best friend.

"Come on, you guys, let's see what kind of Thanksgiving grub the mansion has!" Rayman said to Barbara and Globox, as he led his two favorite people over to the mansion. "Got some high hopes for whoever the new chef is."

"Better have a lot of turkey leftover!" smiled Barbara, as Falco remained on Fox's doorstep, frozen with betrayal.

Falco: It's official - Krystal wears the pants in her marriage with Fox. No way would I let Katt boss ME around. *pauses* Not unless she asks for permission. Only then would it be allowed on my terms.

Meanwhile, Lyn stood outside Marth's home waiting for someone. A red-haired swordsman who strongly resembled Roy soon appeared, and Lyn was happy to see him.

"Eliwood! About time," Lyn said to the swordsman, who had brought several loaves of bread with him. "You always know how to keep a woman waiting."

"You know it's not intentional, Lyn," replied Eliwood, elated to see a good friend of his again. What if Eliwood and Lyn were more than just friends...? "Being a nobleman is hard work!"

"All you ever have to do is act and serve nobly - doesn't sound that busy to me. Want to head on in? Roy is waiting for you!"

"Lead the way, my lady." So Eliwood followed after Lyn, who walked up to Marth's front door and knocked on it. Cloud was the one who answered the door, and neither Lyn nor Eliwood expected to see him.

"Before either one of you asks, Marth and Roy are busy," Cloud informed Lyn and Eliwood, not even bothering to say hi to the both of them. Really showed the kind of man that he was. That's when Cloud got a good look at Eliwood, who reminded him of a guy he knew. "Are you...Roy's dad?"

"Why yes - I am Eliwood, Marquess of Pherae," Eliwood introduced himself to Cloud, showing off to Cloud his nobility. "I take it that you know Lyn, who is..."

"Father! How nice to see you in town!" Roy greeted Eliwood as he ran to the front door, aggressively shoving Cloud to the side. He was smiling from ear to ear, totally not acting suspiciously at all. "What a surprise..."

"Ah, if it isn't my dear son, Roy! How has Lilina treated you lately? Is she even nicer than you made her out to be in those letters you sent to..."

"Why don't we save the chit-chat for the meal?" Roy grabbed Eliwood's arm and guided his dad inside the house, completely ignoring Lyn altogether. "Surely you must be tired from your trip!"

"Ignore me, why don't you..." Lyn furrowed her brow at Roy, with a hunch for the swordsman's strange behavior. The swordswoman was soon greeted by Falco, who was still salty over being turned away by Fox.

"Got any room for one more?" Falco asked Lyn, as he wanted no part of the Thanksgiving feast back at the mansion. A part of him couldn't trust Pyra and Mythra - but mainly Mytha.


Rayman and friends had arrived at the mansion, and you know that Master Hand invited a lot of guests over. Cranky Kong, Kamek, Jin Kazama, Dingodile, Ty the Tasmanian Tiger, Blathers, Brewster, Big the Cat, Ling Xiaoyu, and Steven Stone were among those that were invited; some guests were in the foyer chatting with the residents.

"Master Hand gave us a choice to attend the Thanksgiving dinner," Jin discussed with Kazuya and Heihachi, as he and Ling were speaking with the Mishimas. "He actually gave us a choice in the invites he sent us!"

"We still wanted to come anyway, since we knew that's what you both wanted," Ling smiled at Kazuya and Heihachi, as she didn't know who else to spend Thanksgiving with. Maybe her good friend, Alisa Bosconovitch?

"Well, I'm glad that you both made it," gleamed Kazuya...while holding his fingers crossed behind his back. Heihachi saw this, frowning mightily.

Heihachi: My son had the audacity to lie to Jin and Ling...I'm going to have to deal with him later.

"Anna, why are you here?" Cranky Kong asked the merchant, approaching her with his cane; Anna was standing at the back of the foyer, away from the others. "Are you not allowed inside?"

"I was, for the longest time," replied Anna, speaking in the past tense, as Cranky appeared surprised as he adjusted his glasses. "But then I got an invite! So I'm on good terms now."

"Ah, if it isn't the special guest!" exclaimed Master Hand as he appeared in the foyer, floating over to Anna. Cranky was aghast, his mouth agape. "Happy that you could make it, Anna."

"But I thought you hated Anna!" Cranky pointed at Master Hand, not sure what to believe in anymore. "Why are you acting so friendly towards her? Has the author lost his mind?!"

"No, Cranky, the 'author' you speak of didn't lose his mind. But even if he did, he would have to agree that some folks deserve a second chance."

"You have a seat reserved for me, just like you promised?" Anna asked Master Hand, as Cranky found himself in more disbelief and walked away grumbling.

"Correct - at the head of the table! Also if anyone asks, just tell them that I was the one who invited you. I can always handle the rest later."


Gerudo Ganon came through for Luigi, as Luigi's turkey was safe from catching on fire. Luigi was enjoying a peaceful Thanksgiving meal, with Daisy, his two kids, and Yuffie as well. As for Gerudo Ganon...he wasn't even invited.

"Thank-a you for guarding my turkey, Gerudo Ganon," Luigi thanked the demon lord, who stood by at the kitchen wishing for Luigi to throw a piece of turkey at him. Just about any slither of Thanksgiving food would do for Ganon.

"That's good, so what do I get in return?" asked Gerudo Ganon, who refused to leave Luigi's home empty-handed. Not after all that time that he spent guarding the turkey. "You promised me breakfast, but I never got any."

"Probably because you're too ugly to even have any," joked Yuffie, as Luigi and Daisy both laughed at the ninja girl's quip. Charles and Deanna were laughing as well, grinding Gerudo Ganon's gears.

"That's it..." Taking matters into his own hands, Gerudo Ganon walked over to the table and saw the candle in the center. When no one was looking, Gerudo Ganon knocked the candle over...you can probably guess what happened next.

"Um, Luigi?" Daisy alerted her husband, who was greeted by the smell of some smoke. Luigi looked at the table...and panicked when he saw the central item of his Thanksgiving meal ablaze.

"THE TURKEY'S ON-A FIRE!" the green plumber wailed, as he knew who to blame; the culprit was standing by, smirking proudly over what he had done. "Gerudo Ganon, how could-a you ruin my perfect Thanksgiving dinner?"

"You started it," replied Gerudo Ganon, as Luigi ran off to fetch the fire extinguisher. Charles was delighted by the turkey caught ablaze as he clapped his hands; the turkey catching on fire was frankly the one thing he looked forward to every Thanksgiving.

"Again, papa! Again!" Charles egged on Luigi, apparently wanting the turkey to catch on fire a second time. What a maniac. Once he found the fire extinguisher, Luigi ran to the table to put the fire out.

"It's a good thing I had a spare turkey saved in Peach's fridge," Daisy said to Yuffie, as Luigi was left hyperventilating. "Got it seasoned and everything." Satisfied with what he had done, Gerudo Ganon left the house, still smirking to himself.

Gerudo Ganon: I might be left empty-handed, but in the end, I got my revenge - and kept a Thanksgiving tradition alive and well. *smiles*


Thanksgiving at the Marth household was also peaceful, as Marth and Roy had a couple of guests over. One of those guests happened to be Roy's father, Eliwood, who was boasting about his heroics.

"And so there I was traveling to Laus, searching for my missing father..." Eliwood recounted his story to everyone sitting around at the table, reliving his heroic exploits. "...it was there that my allies and I were attacked by the Laus forces."

"Was your dad being a deadbeat help you become the man that you are today?" Falco curiously asked Eliwood, taking a bite out of his turkey leg; Eliwood gave the avian pilot a blank stare, before continuing his story.

"...the forces were led by Erik, who was a former classmate of mine. I resisted the attack and pressed forward, to the castle that Darin lorded over."

"You sure are awfully quiet there, Roy," Lilina said to her husband, who was enjoying the Thanksgiving meal so far without uttering a single word. The quiet nature of Roy made him look even more dubious. "Want to say something to your dad?"

"He's probably geeked out that his dad is here," said Link, as Roy found himself the center of attention. All because he was the only person at the table who has yet to say a single word.

"Roy, why don't you show that new trick you learned to your dad?" Marth asked the swordsman, attempting to eek any kind of response out of his mouth. "And to your mom as well?"

"I would show my mom...if she was here," Roy finally spoke, but not before he tried to get away from the table. Lilina quickly grabbed Roy's hand, to keep her husband remaining in his seat.

"Silly Roy...your mom is already here!" chuckled Eliwood, under the guise that his son was acting silly. Or maybe he just straight up forgot. "I did marry her, you know."

"Who did you marry?" inquired Link, and soon his eyes fell upon the very woman that Eliwood was sitting next to...Lyn. Link turned towards Roy so quickly. "...Lyn is your mom?!"

"Looks like you cracked the case," smiled Lyn, as Roy slammed his head against the table. Lilina patted Roy's head for comfort. "I was wondering how long it would take you guys to figure it out."

"Sheesh, Roy...first Corrin got married before you, and now Lyn gets outed as your mom?" Falco sympathized for the swordsman, as Lyn frowned at the avian pilot taking some offense to his comments. "That's rough, buddy."

"Rough, in what way?" Lyn asked Falco, intimidating the pilot as she slowly unsheathed her sword. Knowing how painful Lyn's sword was, Falco kept his mouth shut as Lyn put her sword away. "That's what I thought..."

Marth: Inviting Roy's parents over for Thanksgiving dinner was squarely my idea. You can never have too many surprises on Thanksgiving.

Link: Why didn't Roy want us to find out that Lyn was his mother? Is it because of pride? Weirdo...


Cortex stopped by the kitchen, where Ashley was finishing up preparing the Thanksgiving food. The evil genius was excited about sitting at a table next to Tiki, even though he had already done it at Link and Zelda's wedding reception. These small victories, which were already taken, were apparently monumental occasions.

"How much longer until the feast starts, Ashley?" Cortex asked the young witch, who was taking a pan of dinner rolls out of the oven. Ashley looked at Cortex funny as if the evil genius was out of the loop.

"Whoever said that we were having a feast?" asked Ashley, as Cortex looked confused - was Ashley preparing the food all for herself? "I'm only making this food so we could start a food fight with the mansion."

"...that's it? You're only preparing the food so you can waste it?" Cortex failed to see the logic behind Ashley's grand scheme, throwing his arms up in defeat. "So much for spending my last Thanksgiving with Tiki..."

"I forgot you're supposed to be leaving soon...tell you what." Ashley whistled into her fingers, as her assistant Red came flying over. "Red, you mind preparing a table for Dr. Cortex and Tiki? They can have the turkey."

"Um, shouldn't that be prepared for an existing couple? One that has actual potential?" Red asked Ashley, who glared at the imp and stared deep into his soul. "I-I mean, I'll hop right on it!"

"Tiki usually detests the Thanksgiving warfare, so this will work out just fine," Ashley explained to Cortex as Red flew off to retrieve the necessary items. "Allow me to say you're welcome in advance."

"Much appreciated, Ashley!" Cortex thanked the young witch, holding off on hugging her knowing how much it would tick her off. "You're truly a lifesaver!"


Daisy went next door to grab her spare turkey, which she got just in case Luigi's turkey predictably caught on fire. The princess was in Mario's kitchen, as Peach rigorously searched the fridge for Daisy's turkey. Let's see how things were going with Mario's Thanksgiving meal...

"Mario, you seriously need to put that journal down," Impa commanded the plumber, who was eating some casserole and reading Snake's journal all at the same time. He was a master multitasker. "Engage with your family."

"I've talked-a to Peach enough times, and Jennifer isn't old-a enough to hold a conversation," Mario gave out his excuses to Impa, who groaned as she shook her head in disappointment. "How did Snake's love-a letters get in here...?"

"Aha! Found your turkey," Peach said to Daisy, gently pulling a seasoned turkey out of her fridge. She handed the turkey to Daisy. "Just heat it up in the oven, and it'll be good to go!"

"Won't be putting it on five hundred degrees, like my silly husband," quipped Daisy, as she and Peach shared a laugh together. As she walked through the dining room, Daisy saw an open chair at the table. "Spyro, where's your friend?"

"You mean Hunter? He's hiding from our guests," replied Spyro, as Daisy looked up and saw Hunter peeking through his creaked bedroom door while holding a plate of food.

"He still has an issue with being liked," Yang explained to Daisy, as Hunter slowly closed the bedroom door shut. "We'll get him out of his funk soon."

"Speak for yourself..." mumbled Blake, wanting no part of what her friends were doing. having gotten what she came for, Daisy departed from Mario's house.


The Thanksgiving feast at the mansion was coming along well, with the residents and invited guests gathered together in one dining room. Anna was at the head of the table, happy to be celebrating Thanksgiving under the mansion roof.

"Anna was the 'special guest' that Master Hand was hyping up?" Mythra asked Pyra, as the two Blades were surveying the feast from the dining room entrance. "Heh, talk about a letdown."

"At least he's opening up to Anna more," responded Pyra, unaware of Master Hand floating over to her and Mythra. Master Hand was going for the sneak attack special. "Inviting her over might be a sign of things to come..."

"Nice job with the food, you two!" Master Hand commended Pyra and Mythra, nearly spooking the Blades. The fright on Pyra and Mythra's faces made it more worth it to Master Hand. "I will say though, about the dessert...the sweet potato pie looks too pale."

"Mythra, did you use mashed potatoes for the recipe?" Pyra asked the Blade, as a fear she had expressed in her talking head segment was realized.

"What, it's still a potato regardless," Mythra shrugged without a care in the world, as Pyra groaned and pinched the crown of her nose. Pyra was destined to carry Mythra in the kitchen.

The Thanksgiving feast was soon paused, as the backdoor was magically opened by a spell. Ashley entered the dining room with a couple of tower denizens, as everyone had a dish in their possession.

"No, no, no, we're not doing it this year," Master Hand said to the tower denizens, as he knew from the jump where things were headed. "This is Anna's first Thanksgiving with us, and I don't want it ruined."

"Too bad, she has no choice in the matter," said Ashley, not caring what Master Hand thinks, as she looked towards Red. "Red, you wanna draw first blood?"

"Aye aye, captain!" Red saluted Ashley, as he grabbed a dinner roll and tossed it at Anna's head. Everyone in the dining room gasped, as Master Hand clutched his pearls...if he even had any with him.

"You know what..." said Anna, grabbing the dinner roll off the floor as she slowly rose up from her seat. Was the merchant ticked off, or what? "...I've been looking forward to this for two years now."

"Y-You have?" stammered Master Hand, as Anna had the biggest smirk on her face. Anna looked around the dining room, and everyone had the same idea...

"FOOD FIGHT!" Lloyd shouted at the top of his lungs, and so it was on. Sans slung cranberry sauce in Blathers's face, Waluigi poured hot soup all over Terry, and Kamek grabbed Mythra's botched sweet potato pie from the kitchen, just so he could pie Shovel Knight in the face.

"That pie was at least good for something," Mythra bragged to Pyra concerning her pie, as Master Hand fainted to the floor in response to the food fight. "...Master Hand? You okay?"

Master Hand: Unironically, this was the one Thanksgiving meal I wanted to go to without any a hitch, only because of Anna. Wanted her to see how "family" the residents were. Should've known better.

"Does this happen every year?" Magolor asked Kirby, fending himself while Thanksgiving food was being thrown around. Held his plate over his face.

"Sometimes it doesn't have to...but it does," replied Kirby, only to be angered when a wad of casserole struck him in the face. Completely blindsided him. "Sorry, Magolor, but you're gonna have to do this alone..."

"What?!" Magolor watched as Kirby ran into the fray, grabbing a turkey as he looked to seek revenge on whoever hit him. "Man, and I thought that going on the list was bad enough..."

"There's too much going on," Terra said to his friends, Aqua and Ventus, as he yearned for a much more peaceful Thanksgiving. "Let's head out." So the Wayfinder trio left through the backdoor, as Sora saw them.

"Terra, Ven, Aqua, where are you guys going?" Sora called out to the Wayfinder trio, as he narrowly dodged a pie that was thrown at him.


Outside the mansion, Bowser was relentlessly searching for the List of Bowser. Assuming that Dante had thrown it away in the trash, Bowser was digging deep through the trash bin outside.

"C'mon, it's gotta be in here somewhere!" the Koopa King said, tossing all sorts of trash out, as the Wayfinder trio walked past by. "I've yet to finish it!"

Dante: I didn't throw the List of Bowser away...yet. I got it hidden underneath my pillow, for "safekeeping" purposes. Let's see how long it'll take Bowser to find out. *smiles*

"What a loser," Ventus quietly said about Bowser, as he and his friends kept on walking. Soon they came across Mario, who took his pet dog Poochy out for a small pee break.

"Hurry up and find a spot, Poochy - I have to get-a back to that journal," Mario said to his dog, not one bit concerned about his Thanksgiving meal. That's when the plumber looked up and saw Terra, Ventus, and Aqua. "Oh! Hello!"

"Hi there," Aqua greeted Mario, as Poochy finally found the spot he wanted and kicked his hind leg up. "Funny-looking dog you got there."

"Believe-a me, he's funny alright...but only when he wants to be. Say, are you three out of town? You look like typical out-of-towners."

"We're from a different universe - Sora's universe, to be exact," answered Terra, as Mario nodded his head - and that's when a question was spurred in the plumber's mind.

"Well, how would you like-a to be more than just out-of-towners?" The Wayfinder trio found themselves open to whatever Mario had offered for them.

"Not sure what you mean by that, but we're game," replied Ventus, as he looked at Terra and Aqua; both Keyblade Masters were keen on Mario's offer.

"Great! Now, if you three and give-a me your names, and I'll tell you what you might-a be in for..."

On the surface, it appeared that Mario was working some kind of deal for the Wayfinder trio. Any guess what it was?