Dry Bowser came into the Hillsters' headquarters in the middle of Seaside Hill, looking pissed as Toadette, Silver, and Petey Piranha all followed. They all headed upstairs, with it being night at Seaside Hill, all the certain infamous clubs running around at the speed of sound at the tropical paradise, amongst all the businesses and tourist traps.

"All right. What the hell happened out there?" Dry Bowser stated as they made their way towards the kitchen. "There's no way we should have lost those fucking battles at all. Disgraceful."

"We were caught off guard..." Silver stated as he had white bandages all over his body, shaking his head. "All those clubs just keep piling up and up."

"Yeah. And that there's two other versions of me running around makes things... so confusing." Toadette sighed as she had a cast on her right arm.

Petey was riding in a wheelchair as he mumbled, having been through such a tough fight, he was prevented from speaking.

Dry Bowser sighed as he grabbed a nearby empty glass and poured water into it, drinking as he turned to the others. "Well, we need to train. We're not going to save Seaside Hill if we get out butts whipped like that."

"Perhaps you should go find a few friendly people willing to train?" R.O.B. stated as he was cleaning up the kitchen. "I heard the Mii Fightrs and Wii Fit Trainers both provide good services."

"I don't trust them. They seem casual." Dry Bowser stated as he took off his skull and began polishing it. "We need someone willing to push us to our limits, to show us what it means to be a team."

"Is that so?" Arceus stated as he approached the group, looking down at all of them as he was present in person. "Well, I can gladly help you. After all, I do enjoy partaking in action every once and a while."

"Wait a minute, aren't you suppose to be a God?" Toadette pointed out as she sat down, groaning in pain. "Ow, my butt!"

Arceus rolled his eyes. "Like I said, I can handle some action. Besides, I'm omnipresent, I can solve any problem with the blink of my eyes." He then blinked, solving a billion problems all across the universe, including alternate dimensions that didn't even exist. "...See?"

"So you're like Uncle Grandpa. In a way." Silver murmured as he was putting more bandages on him.

"DID SOMEONE SAY MY NAME?" Uncle Grandpa stated as he emerged out of Silver's quills, waving to everyone. "Good Morning!"

"GET OUT, UNCLE G!" Everyone except R.O.B. and Petey shouted as they were trying to have a serious moment.

Uncle Grandpa frowned as he sighed. "Not a good morning..." He then left the kitchen, only to find Lady Palutena farting deep pitched brassy tuba toots on Lucina's lap, who was enjoying this. Uncle Grandpa got his smile back as he pulled out an IPhone from his belly bag. "Oh, Good Morning... heh heh heh."

"...Right." Arceus remarked with the roll of his eyes as he turned back to the Hillsters. "So. Training. You want to beat all those clubs?"

"Yes, please!" Dry Bowser pleaded as he placed back his skull on his body.

Toadette looked through her laptop, noticing that Chrom was just outside their headquarters in Seaside Hill, squinting her eyes. "Hey Lucy, your dad is outside!"

Lucina didn't reply, for she was enjoying Palutena's brass gas. Toadette glanced back into the living room as she frowned, just sighing.

"We'll worry about those two later." Silver stated as he pointed at Arceus, grunting in pain shortly afterwards. "...let's get to training."

Petey nodded his head in agreement, with Arceus using his godly power to make everyone recover their wounds.

"All right. Follow me, and don't bother to set me free." Arceus stated as he teleported everyone in the kitchen out, as well as disappearing himself, with R.O.B. being brought along.

Uncle Grandpa kept recording Palutena breaking wind on Lucina, who for once was enjoying the moment of being naughty outside her home.