A/N: I hope you enjoy! Has nothing to do with the real stuff!

Chapter 72: Christmas Special: Part 1

December 7th

8:00 A.M.

IT'S THE HOLIDAY SEASON! AND SANTA CLAUS IS COMING ROUND! THE CHRISTMAS SNOW IS WHITE ON THE GROUND! WHEN OLD SANTA GETS INTO TOWN! HE'LL BE COMING DOWN THE CHIMNEY, DOWN!

Every snowy morning in the Smash Mansion, Crazy Hand would blast the speakers on the Christmas radio station. The Smashers were either to forced to wake up or try to sleep through the music which could be impossible for many light sleepers.

Ike and Marth's Room

"NO! NO! NO!" Ike was shouting in sleep, as he twisted head and body in his queen sized bed. Marth hugged a pillow over his blue onesie and crouched in the corner of the room. Not only he couldn't sleep, he couldn't stand to watch Ike having nightmares.

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! STAY AWAY!" Ike screamed once more.

"This has been the seventh time. . . Everytime this Christmas songs play, he gets sleep paralysis." Marth was talking to the readers in a quiet manner. "I'm so tired. I can't sleep because of him." The last time Marth tried to wake him up was the day he almost died, so he wasn't going to risk his neck again. "Ike, sorry. You're on your own."

HE'LL BE COMING DOWN THE CHIMNEY, DOWN!

"AHAHHAEIOFHEWIOFBUOWUNBUEORNFOEUMPIO!" Ike shot right up from his pillows with a dead look on his face. Marth yelped when he woke up like a frankenstein. "*Huff, huff*. . ." Ike's eyes were as dead as a fish's. His skin was awfully pale than usual, and his blue t-shirt and sweatpants were doused in sweat. Marth got up from the corner and hurried over to his paranoid roommate.

"Ah! Ike, you're sweating!" Marth noticed as he placed his hand on his shoulder. Ike cracked his neck toward Marth with heavy wrinkles around his eyes. His dried lips had cracks in between, as Marth did his best to not look disgusted.

"I'm. . . awake?" There was still some fear in his eyes, and Marth could only nod cautiously.

"Yea. . . I never seen you so scared."

"Me either," Ike responded. "Mother of God. . ." Ike sighed in relief and placed his hands on his face. Marth watched him, as he gently rubbed his back to sooth him. After some quiet time, Ike removed his hands away from his face and grabbed his blankets. Marth sat on his bed, so he could maybe be able to chat with Ike about his nightmares.

"What kind of dream did you have? You never tell me since the beginning." Marth frowned.

"Do you really want to know?" Ike sounded completely tired; he rather not talk about his weird dreams.

"Well. . . duh." Marth answered as he comb his hair with his fingers and sighed. "Regardless of your nightmares, you need to tell Dr. Mario about it, so he can tell Makato and prescribe you with some sleep medication."

Ike kept quiet for a split second before shaking his head. "Meds, huh? I don't need them."

Marth flicked Ike's head with his finger and got up from his bed. "Fine, see if I care when you die in your sleep." As the frustrated prince began to walk away, Ike only stared at his back before calling out his name.

"Wait, Marth."

"What?" The bluenette turned to him frustrated.

Ike sighed again and motioned him to come over to him. Marth obeyed and sat right next to him on the mercenary's bed. "This dream. . . felt so real, I swear."

"What felt so real?" Marth asked.

"Kirbys. . . Kirbys everywhere. They were ready, . . to crucify me." Ike's eyes widened from the flashing horror of his nightmares. "I was weak. So weak, Jigglypuff could even become the next top tier character."

Marth gasped, "That weak?"

Ike nodded, "Anyways, I couldn't escape from Kirby's weird occult ritual thing. I only remembered the Kirbys chanting die."

"Wait, if I heard correctly, you said you've been having Kirby dreams. Since December?" Marth wanted to clarify with him.

"Yea-"

"KIRBY DREAMS?! dO yOU eVeN kNoW hOW bAd A kIRbY dReAm iS?!" Marth jabbed Ike's chest with his pointer finger.

Ike kept quiet, as he shook his head slowly.

"PEOPLE DIE FROM KIRBY DREAMS EVERY YEAR! DIDN'T YOU WATCH THE HISTORY CHANNEL LAST NIGHT?!"

"Ain't nobody got time for dat." Ike looked away from Marth's large eyes.

"THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS! YOU NEED HELP, IKE!" As Marth kept ranting at the tired mercenary, Roy and Miru were watching from the slightly opened door when they heard Marth screaming from the top of his lungs.

"What are they talking about?" Roy wondered, trying to get a better view from the distance. Miru shrugged. "They're probably arguing about the next Frozen movie."

Marth finally calmed down and slapped his cheeks for a reality check. "Okay. . . You, my friend, are lucky. LUCKY! Every year, Ike, on December, one out of 20 people get Kirby dreams!"

"What is this? Catherine?" Ike murmured.

"You need Dr. Mario! Heck, go to Makato! She probably has a Kirby blocker for those kind of dreams!" Marth suggested.

"I can't. . . " Ike chuckled to himself when he was reminded how stupid he was.

"Why? Isn't she your-?"

"I've been so awkward with her lately." Ike admitted, fidgeting his blankets.

Marth stared at him and was also reminded about Ike's stupidity. "Wait, was it because of the Thanksgiving party?"

Ike scratched his hair, making a tiny guilty grin. ". . .I wasn't that drunk. . ."

"Bitch, don't you dare talk about being sober! You were completely drunk! I was a witness! You were so drunk, you started to grind you're inflated dick on every female Smasher! What's even worse, Makato was watching you the whole time!"

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE PROBABLY DRUNK TOO!" Ike tried to defend himself.

"Yea-the-fuck right! Why would I drink a whole bottle of Jack Daniel's right in front of my friends and family?! Also you're little sister was watching-"

"BLAH BLAH BLAH! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Ike pressed his hands over his ears and slammed himself back to his covers. Marth was getting irritated as Ike began to act like a child.

"Ike!" Marth forcefully removed the covers away from his face and grabbed Ike's face with the palm of his hands. "Hey! You better talk to Makato about your behavior and get some dream pills after the meeting today!"

"We have a meeting?" Ike removed Marth's hands from his face, as he got up from his bed.

"Yea, is during breakfast, it starts at 10."

"I guess I should try talking to her. . . ' Ike rubbed his hair and stretched his body.

(oOoOoOo)

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, IS YOUU~~!

"Mother, it's hard to hear you. How about I'll call you later? Okay, goodbye." Makato hung up from the phone in her room. Just then, Peach slammed her door open with a bright smile on her face.

"Good morning, my sweet potion maker!" Peach had an even cuter dress that was more pink and more sparkly than it ever was when the new Smashers came in. Makato got up from her desk and greeted her.

"Good morning, Peach." She smiled, still wearing her light pink nightgown.

"You know, it's almost Christmas! I love Christmas! It's like Valentine's day, but with free gifts!" Peach gleamed up at the roof.

"I agree." Makato nodded. "But, we're only a week in December."

"So?! We're still near!" Peach twirled in her sparkly dress. Makato only gazed at her dress with delight. Peach stopped spinning and flopped on her bed. "I need your help with something!"

Makato's smile went to a frown at an instant. She heard that phrase, "I need your help with something" many times because of a specific new Smasher she loved. "Does it involve Cloud again?"

"I promise, it doesn't involve Cloud! It involves everyone!" Peach said.

"That's even worse. . ." Makato muttered while smiling.

"Okay, lemme tell you!" Peach hopped from the bed and over to Makato. After whispering it into her ears, Makato's face was bright red.

"What? Are you serious? You want me to do that?" Makato's tomato face was in straight denial. Peach clasped her hands and begged her do it.

"Please, please, pleaaase~? I'll buy you a very large cinnamon roll!"

"With extra frosting?" Makato peeked over to her.

"With extra frosting!" Peach smiled.

"Ok. . . I'll do-"

"Yaaay! Thank you, thank you!" Peach glomped her arms over Makato's small body. Makato sighed quietly, hoping in her mind, she made the right choice.

"Whoa! Robin, look at the snow!" Lucina pointed at her window while drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Robin followed her pointing finger to the window and smiled.

"I guess it's going to be a tundra Christmas." Robin replied.

"Don't you mean a white Christmas?" Lucina arched an eyebrow to her smart friend.

Robin shrugged and grabbed a leather book right next to him. "What's the difference?"

"A white Christmas is when there's a lot of snow during December. And a tundra is a blizzard."

"Oh. . . but, isn't that the same thing if you think about it? Blizzards are basically a white Christmas." Robin thought outloud.

"The only difference is death! Robin, you'll never understand the joys of Christmas." Lucina sadly shook her head.

"We never celebrated Christmas before. . ." Robin said while closing his book.

"Really?" Lucina popped her head up to Robin. "I could have sworn-"

"No, that was the death anniversary of your Father's sister."

(oOoOoOo)

YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MR. GRINCH

Many Smashers woke up from the loud music and just dealt with it. Corrin on the other hand. . .

"Corrin, are you okay, man? You've been sulking in your blanket all morning." Pac Man was his roommate and walked up to him with a great concern. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

Corrin had his blanket over his entire body as a little fortress, as he peaked out his head toward Pac Man. He rubbed his nose beneath his heavy, blue blanket and frowned even more.

"Ever since I've left my families. . ."

"Families? Don't you have only one?" Pac Man tried correcting him.

Corrin shook his head shyly. "It's complicated. May I continue?"

"Sure."

"Ever since I've left my families, I've never celebrated Christmas without them. I have a great feeling they are coming for me!" Corrin continued to cry unto his dead mother, as he put his head back in the blanket. "MOMMY!"

Pac Man could only sigh and leave the room. "What a whiny bitch. . . I'll sleep in the dog house. . ."

"Hey, you think Baya would wear some Christmas lingerie?" Snake asked Cloud since he was the first to walk pass him in the living room. Cloud looked back at him with a disgusted look on his face.

"Not interested-"

"I know you are interested, you horny bastard." Snake immediately rejected Cloud's monotone of an answer. "You have that girlfriend of yours, Tifa with those big breasts."

Cloud looked away and sighed quietly. 'Everyone is so weird in this mansion. . .' Cloud continued his way and was stopped by a short, red boiling plumber.

Mario gritted his teeth so hard, it looked like he was chewing on some iron chains. "You better watch where you're going, you punk ass bitch!" Mario shoved his arm and continued to walk. Even to this day, Mario still hold a deep grudge against him.

Cloud stood in silence. 'And he's the weirdest amongst all. . .'

Link was trying his best to ditch the noisy kids that kept bothering him with nonsense.

"Are you sure you're not Santa's helper?" Ness asked for the thousanth time.

"Are you sure you're not from Elf on the Shelf?" The Ice Climbers asked.

"Are you sure you're not a human?" Lucas asked.

"Are you sure you're not Zelda from Legend of Zelda?" Toon Link asked.

Link stopped his tracks and turned to the annoying children. His face was popping with vein marks all over his face. "FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME! I AM NOT SANTA'S BITCH! I AM NOT FROM ELF ON THE SHELF! I HAVE FREAKING POINTY EARS! AND LASTLY, I AM NOT FUCKING ZELDA!"

The kids laughed back with their stomachs aching. "LMAO!"

Link grabbed his elf hat and ferociously smacked it on the ground. "UGH! YOU STUPID CHILDREN! GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE!"

"Don't worry, Link Mister."

Link heard a familiar voice and turned his body to the boy wearing a red, number one t-shirt. He kept looking to the right, but his body was facing straight.

"Don't worry. . . I believe in you." He said with a pedophilish voice. Link looked at him confusingly and took a couple steps back away from the boy. The Villager walked up to him when he stepped back, as he kept staring right at him. His eyes started to moving to Link's eyes, and that was when Link panicked.

"Hey! Stay away from me, you weirdo! This is why you don't have any friends!" Link quickened his pace and ditched the kids. The popular kids turned to the Villager in disgust.

"Yea, that's why you don't have any friends. You stay stupid shit like that and always look to the left." Ness shoved his shoulders. The Villager was pushed, as he fell on his butt. The kids glared down at him with snickers and taunts.

"What are you, retarded?" Toon Link laughed. The kids left the Villager on his bum and continued to bother Link. The Villager slowly got up on his two feet and turned to the bullies.

"My deepest, darkest soul. . . is my only friend."

(oOoOoOo)

RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER! HAS A VERY SHINY NOSE!

"Ah! Yes! Christmas! WOO-HOO!" Pit cheered from his bed. Dark Pit smacked a pillow across his face since he hated his obnoxious noise.

"Gah! You're so annoying! Shut up!"

"I'm so excited, Darky!" Pit flew from his bed and did a little twirl.

"D-Dar. . .ky?" Dark Pit's face dropped like a bomb.

"So far, I've order 50 gift baskets for the holidays!" Pit hopped onto his laptop to continue his Amazon shopping.

"Out of whose credit card?" Dark Pit followed him to the bright Windows 10 screen. Pit kept having little giggles here and there, and Dark Pit found it quite annoying.

"Answer me, dammit!" Dark Pit yelled at the angel. Pit turned around and pointed at the computer screen that needed a password.

"Hey, do you know Palutena's password?" Pit asked.

Dark Pit sighed. "Why do you have her laptop?"

"Christmas shopping? Duh? Anyways, just tell me the password!"

Dark Pit rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "PALUTENAISTHEBESTGODDESSINTHEWORLD3000. It's in all caps."

"Ahkay!" Pit smiled brightly. He clicked on Google Chrom that popped him a browser straight to Amazon.

"So, whose credit card are you using?" Dark Pit asked again.

"Palutena's of course! She's rich compared to me!" Pit answered. "You know how many battles she won during the summer? Her pay went up so high!"

"Isn't that. . . stealing?" Dark Pit asked.

"Taking a credit card from someone's wallet and knowing the pin number isn't stealing. I'm simply putting her card for good use."

"If she finds out, consider yourself gift wrapped."

"She's out shopping, of course, she wouldn't find out!"

"That'll be $369.43." The clerk said boredly while waiting for the green goddess to pay her expensive clothes from JCPenney.

"Hold on. . ." Palutena struggled in her deep white, louboutin bag and pulled out her mini wallet. She noticed her missing golden platinum Visa card missing in her stacks of cards. "That's weird. . . I thought I left there. . ."

(oOoOoOo)

"Hmm, these pictures," Bayonetta checked at the kinky photos Samus took for her. Samus sighed and crossed her arms with the large camera.

"They should be good. We've been doing this all morning. . ." Samus said.

"Did I ordered you to stop?" Bayonetta pointed her gun heels at Samus' forehead. The bounty hunter instantly felt chills down her spine, as she slowly shook her head. Bayonetta grinned and lowered her leg. "Now, continue, please~"

Ryu was heading to the training room of the mansion while Little Mac did the same. When they met each other's paths, they both greeted each other kindly and let each other in the room.

Coincidentally, they were both heading for the private training room which happened to be the only room open. Little Mac and Ryu both stared at the empty door and then back to each other.

"Oh, you wanted to use the private training room?" Ryu's voice had a hint of taunt in it which made Little Mac furrowed his eyebrows deep.

"You have a problem with that?" Little Mac shoved him with his boxing gloves still on.

"I'm afraid-" Ryu shoved back with his red, rubber gloves, "-this room has been reserved."

"I been here longer, therefore, I go first!" Little Mac countered.

"I'm taller than you, so I go first!" Ryu countered back. They kept on fighting even though it was almost time for the meeting.

Lucario exited the public training room along with Mewtwo. The blue Pokemon, however, was quite annoyed with the alien cat Pokemon.

"You pussy!" Mewtwo meowed at him "You're just a coward!"

"Look who's talking!" Lucario angrily turned his head at him. "Leave me alone!"

"That's the last thing I want to do is to leave my own enemy in an open place!" Mewtwo glared at his back.

(oOoOoOo)

10:00 A.M.

Breakfast Meeting

IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME-

Crazy Hand unplugged his radio and made his way to the main dining table of the Smash Mansion which he expect all of the Smashers to be there on time. Master Hand was already there with a few obedient Smashers, eating there breakfast that was prepared on the table. Peach came out from the kitchen to join the others.

"WHERE'S EVERYONE?!" Crazy Hand's yell was a giant hurricane to the food that only tipped so little.

"Hmm, I don't know?" Miru had his face stuffed with eggs and bacons. Roy was busy drilizzing his syrup on his french toasts.

"Everytime, I tell you," Roy spoke loudly, "Things never go well on a December morning. It's the fate of the Smashers."

"What makes you say that?" Wii Fit Trainer asked.

Roy pointed his fork at Marth and Ike, as they made their ways to the dinner table. "I heard that Ike's been getting Kirby dreams lately, and Kirby dreams are a sign of bad luck and death. Because of Ike's dreams, everyone's day could be shit."

Ike spotted Makato sitting at a far end of the table with no seats taken beside her. Ike glanced at Marth and Marth could only nod.

"This could be your only chance." Marth placed his hand on the mercenary's shoulder. "Make things up with her and get an antidote for that demon Kirby potion."

"Of course." Ike brushed Marth's hand away from his shoulder and slowly walked to Makato at the end without making eye contact. His plan was to make his presence a total coincidence.

Unluckily, Makato noticed Ike coming within the crack of her eyeball.

"Ah, I forgot- -my. . . um. . . my thing I left on my desk!" Makato quickly excused herself from the table and ran the other direction to avoid eye contact with Ike. The mercenary froze in place without blinking.

"Wait. . . what? Did she just-?"

"BWAHAHAHAHA!" Roy bursted out laughing with a mouth full of waffles. "She totally saw you! HAHAHAHA!"

"I'll kill you with this spoon!" Ike's face reddened, as he grabbed a small spoon as an armed weapon. He wanted to get rid of his embarrassment and his frustration and shoved it up Roy's fragile throat.

"Shit-" Roy quickly ditched his plate of food and dive under the table thick table cloth. Ike stopped his tracks at Roy's seat and followed him under the table. Marth sighed as he made his way to Roy's plate of food.

"He won't be needing this," Marth did Roy a favor and grabbed his plate of food. Miru stole a waffle from his plate and set it on his own when hearing the news for Roy's upcoming death.

"Sorry I'm- -we're late. . ." Pac Man was literally dragging Corrin by the arm since he refused to leave his room.

"No! Stop it! It's not safe here for me!" Corrin still had his blue blankets taped around his body.

"Oh, little Corrin!" Marth was very fond of the little dragon boy, as he made his way to him. "You're overreacting."

Corrin shook his head, regardless of the Hero King. "You don't get my family. None of you people get my family. . . I'm going to die soon." Corrin decided to get up on his feet when the smell of hot pancakes brought him hungry.

Marth looked at the back of the dragon boy and then he gave his utmost attention to Pac Man.

Pac Man sighed and looked at Marth. "Can I switch my room with you? You seem to like him."

Marth shrugged, "I'd love too, but only if you're ready to be with Ike. Last time, Miru was Ike's roommate and he hated it."

"Nevermind. . ."

Slowly by slowly, the leftover Smashers made their way to the dining table. Most of the Smashers weren't looking as excited as they should be for the holidays. Paluenta entered the Smash Mansion not too late for the meeting.

"Oh, how was your shopping?" Falco noticed the goddess coming back from her morning shopping. She glanced at him and pointed to her smearing wet makeup on her eyes.

"Did you not see the tears I shed?! I couldn't buy anything because of my missing credit card!" Palutena cried out loudly. "UGHHHH! I really wanted that cute green short dress!"

"I really want you guys to stay away from me. . ." Cloud was walking down the stairs along with Sonic, and Mario followed Cloud like a hawk. Not only Mario was doing the act, Peach was following Cloud which made Mario follow Cloud as well.

"Come on, Cloudy! Don't be mean!" Peach smiled.

"Yea, Cloudy." Mario murmured angrily under his breath.

Sonic laughed quietly to himself, "I see, you're not the only one with a girl complex."

"I don't have a girl complex." Cloud spoke bitterly. "They never leave me alone ever since I came here. Maybe I should spend Christmas not at this place-"

"Aww, come on buddy!" Sonic elbowed him. "It'll boring without the drama!"

"You like to watch me suffer, don't you?" Cloud sighed.

Within a hour of time, everyone was at the dining table with tired faces. Master Hand and Crazy Hand stared at the Smashers with their invisible eyes, noticing the unhappy spirits of the Smashers.

"I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT YALL BE EXCITED!" Master Hand said in the awkward silence.

"AND HERE WE'RE PUTTING A FUN EVENT FOR CHRISTMAS!" Crazy Hand said right after.

"I'm excited! Are you excited Marth-sama?! Robin?!" Lucina sprung from her seat while showing off her ugly sweater. Many Smashers around her cringe from the poorly knitted Rudolph with too much ribbons and lights, tangling her shirt.

"Honestly. . ." Robin sighed.

"Um, so what did you guys do last year?" Miru asked Roy, who won first place for all-time bruises on his face.

"We did. . ." Roy had to pause from the throbbing pain every time he talked. The spoon did more damage to his face than the Ragnell and Falchion combined. "A fundraiser. . . um. . . we made cakes. . . we watch 12 hours of Christmas programs on tv."

"Come on, Master Hand!" Pit slammed his two hands on the table which startled many of the Smashers. "Christmas is supposed to be fun! Plus we have many girls!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Samus eyed him weirdly.

"IF YOU LET ME SPEAK! JESUS!" Master Hand barked out. "THIS EVENT WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU SINGLE CHILDREN."

"It better not be roasting chestnuts on an open fire." Ganondorf growled.

"How's that related to single people?" Toon Link questioned.

"You'll find out when you get older." Ganondorf grabbed a sausage link and continued eating with his hands.

"What's this event? I am quite curious." Robin had his arms crossed his chest.

"Indeed, this may be the first time you're actually doing something interesting." Lucario agreed.

The Smashers were anticipating for the new event for the Christmas season. Master Hand waited for complete attention before announcing the event of the year.

"THIS YEAR, WE'LL BE DOING A CHRISTMAS SMASH RESORT GIVEAWAY!"

"A RESORT?!" Many of the optimistic Smashers gasped loudly from the word "resort".

"Like anywhere? Around the world?!" Pit's eyes were in gleam.

"THAT'S RIGHT," Master Hand confirmed the event, and many Smashers knew he wouldn't be lying at that point. "THE EVENT IS OPTIONAL FOR YOU GUYS TO PARTICIPATE, OTHERWISE, YOU'LL END UP RINGING BELLS FOR THE SMASHVATION ARMY."

"God. . . anything but that. . ." Wario murmured.

"That sounds fun!" Toon Link cheered.

"Oooh, that'll be perfect. . ." Bayonetta grinned.

"A free resort? Count me in!" Roy cheered.

"I could use a good massage." Luigi commented.

"I want to go!" Ness cheered, as well as the other kids.

"Resorts are a villain's dream come true." Bowser said.

"What are the rules?" Mario asked while giving angry vibes to Cloud right beside. Cloud didn't make eye contact with the angry plumber, as he only tried to eat his breakfast.

"SIMPLE REALLY. . ." Master Hand continued. "BEST COUPLE WITH THE MOST POINTS WINS THE GRAND PRIZE! WE SET UP FIVE PLACES IN SMASHVILLE THAT WOULD HAVE A LITTLE ACTIVITY, AND EACH COUPLE WOULD GO THERE TO DO THE TASK. IF YOU DO WELL, YOU GET POINTS."

"Couples? We have to be in pairs?" Dark Pit wanted to confirm.

"WERE YOU OR WERE YOU NOT PAYING ATTENTION?!" Crazy Hand shouted.

"THAT'S RIGHT, IN ORDER TO BE IN THE CONTEST, YOU'LL HAVE TO BE IN PAIRS. HOMO OR HETERO. I DON'T FREAKING CARE! THE WORLD'S MESSED UP ANYWAYS. . ." Master Hand said.

"This is just perfect!" Peach leaped from her chair with a giant smile. Peach grinned widely at her favorite guy in the mansion.

"I'm getting chills all of a sudden. . ." Cloud rubbed his arms together.

"So you do have a girl complex-"

"I do not."

"Couples? Huh?" Ike glanced at Makato, who was now sitting right next to Jigglypuff and Donkey Kong. "Of course by default, Makato would choose me. . ."

"Don't get your hopes up from that thought." Marth warned him.

"Why?" Ike furrowed his eyebrows at the prince.

Marth pointed at Makato and made a line to where he eyes were facing. Right at the big karate guy. Her eyes were sparking with interest and all she did was stare at Ryu.

"What? How could she stare at another man when she got me?" Ike glared at Ryu with the intent to kill by all means. Ryu glanced at Ike in which Ike quickly change his expression into a friendly smile.

Marth shook his head. "Says the guy at the Thanksgiving party-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Ike clogged a piece of french toast in Marth's mouth.

"WE WILL START FIVE DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS. THAT'LL GIVE YOU TIME TO CHOOSE FOR PARTNERS AND GET EXPOSED! EACH DAY IS ONE ACTIVITY THAT THE PAIRS MUST DO."

"What kind of activities?" Meta Knight asked for clarification.

"Like any other Christmas activity." Diddy Kong said while stuffing a banana in his mouth.

"YOU'LL KNOW ONCE YOU'LL GET TO THE ACTIVITY. I RECOMMEND CHOOSING A PARTNER OF YOUR OPPOSITE SEX. YOU WON'T REGRET IT WHEN THE TIME COMES. HAHAHAHA-!" Master Hand laughed loudly, and Crazy Hand joined in the laugh. They kept their dark laughter going till they disappeared in the hallways.

The Smashers were left with heavy minds and heavy foods in their bellies, as they began to think which partner would be best to win the resort.

A/N: Part two will come soon! Look forward to it!