Chapter 3
[Charizard hears the crash, as he is only a short while away. He flies over to save time, when he notices his friend buried. Enraged, he uses rock smash and sheer strength to destroy and lift everything covering Squirtle. He then picks his buddy up and flies to Doc's office]
~15 minutes later~
[Pokemon Trainer, Ivysaur, and Charizard are outside Doctor Mario's office. PT is nervously twiddling his thumbs and rocking back and forth. Charizard looks rather angered, and Ivysaur looks glazed and tired, having been awakened from his nap]
Charizard: *eyes fiery* #I'll find who did it. I'll burn them alive!#
Ivysaur: *topples over and falls asleep*
PT: Way to go, Charizard.
[Doc comes out with a clipboard]
PT: Way to go--Oh, I mean, hi Doc. How is he?
Dr. Mario: Well, I'm-a sorry to say your Squirtle has-a suffered quite a severe trauma. He suffered wounds to the head and his shell is cracked, his leg looks in bad shape. Plus--
Charizard: #Cut the crap and tell us if he'll be okay.#
[Dr. Mario raises an eyebrow]
DM: Do you THINK he'll be okay? He suffered-a some pretty bad injuries. If he even recovers, he won't be in any shape to brawl for a long time--or ever. You'll also notice a lot of differences in his...personality. The way he acts...
Charizard: #What do you mean?#
Doc: Oh-a, he'll pretty much be-a mentally retarded.
Charizard: ...-_-
Doc: Well, sort of. I don't know. I'm no doctor. Oh, wait. But still, it's too early to tell. Also...I was forced-a to induce a coma so that his brain would be as normal as possible after he awakens.
Ivysaur: *awake now* Saur, Ivysaur. #Won't it take shorter for him to be back to brawl if you just let him go on as he is?#
Doc: Perhaps-a, but that's putting his life at risk. He's suffering from some intercranial swelling.
Ivysaur: #Try to revive him. If he gets screwed up, he can go catch another one.#
[Charizard whips Ivysaur through the wall]
Doc: *glances at PT* You're-a paying for that.
PT: Way to go, Charizard. <_<
~Meanwhile~
[Wario bikes through a door, into Upgraded-Form's room]
UF: What the crap?
Wario: HELLO THERE MY GOOD SIR!
UF: O_o
[Judgment breaks down the bathroom door]
UF: What were you doing in ther--
Judg: Halt! Stop in the name of awesomeness!
[Judg throws a tennis ball at Wario]
Wario: *eats it*
Judg:
My alter-ego!! *runs over and pats Wario on the head*
Wario: Heh heh, it's okay. Any time.
UF: ........Yeah. I'm...I'm not even gonna try that one.
[Wario releases a fart and he goes ripping through the wall into the next room]
UF: Gahhh!
Judg: And I'm out. *levitates out the window*
UF: My room...it's been completely destroyed. Why...why me.
[Wolf's landmaster breaks through the other wall]
UF: -_-
Wolf: It smells in here! Should you not accomodate me better!?
UF: *throws a rock at Wolf*
Wolf: Agh! My foot! What the heck!? I don't believe it!
[Pegs it back and hits UF in the stomach]
UF: Ahh!
Wolf: You're good, but I'm better.
[Fox breaks through the other wall in his landmaster and runs Wolf over]
Wolf: I can't looooose!
UF: <_< >_> How is my room not fallen over.
[Back in Sas's office]
Sas: So Mario, about that idea Luigi had...
Mario: Yeah. You see-a, he thinks it could be an interesting idea to hold a series of brawl-a tournaments, as well as even make-a our own stadium; a brawl here with all of you as well, if you will-a.
Sas: Hm...it sounds like an interesting idea...I think Spat will be too addicted to Target Smash though...we'll never get him back.
[Peach and Zelda walk in]
Peach: Um, excuse me.
Zelda: There's a severe lack of women around here.
Sas: Um...yeah.
Mario: It's-a like that in brawl-a too, you know. The only girls were like...You two, Samus-a, and Jigglypuff. I don't-a think she counts either.
Zelda: Oh, yeah, good point.
Peach: I'm used to it. Thanks!
[They leave]
Sas: ...Um...
Mario: They're blonde-a.
Sas: Oh, right...
[Jigglypuff stumbles in and falls over, struggles up, and then eats some yarn]
Mario: What-a the heck!?
Jigglypuff: Hello, mortals.
Mario: O_o Didn't you used to be...speaking in...puffs and jigglies?
Sas: There is so much innuedo in that sentence--
Jigglypuff: Oh, well, you see, some nice little dude over here sold me some cool stuff--
Sas: Curse you, Maniac...and by the way, Mario, that brawl here is a good idea. I'll have Adol start tomorrow.
Mario: Adol-a?
Sas: No. Not a dollar. Adol.
Mario: That's-a what I said, Adol-a.
Sas: No. He's...not...money. Um...how do I explain...anyway, he has magic of some awkward sort and could do something.
Mario: Great-a. I'll have-a all my minions--I mean, friends, help him-a out tomorrow morning.
