Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: Hmm... I felt like writing a Smash fanfic. A quirky one, at that. That involves popcorn. And Piplup because why not. Yes.


It was a fine day at the seriously overused Smash Mansion, with all the Smashers having friendly matches against each other. The American, gray colored R.O.B. was in the open grassy meadow just outside of the mansion, trying to get an old fashioned red popcorn machine working as a specific male Piplup, the hero of this strange tale, walked up to it, quite curious.

"Hey Mr. Robotic Operating Buddy, what are you doing?" Piplup asked in a somewhat high pitch voice as he placed his flippers behind his back, blinking.

ROB turned to Piplup, moving his mechanical arms up and down. "Oh, I'm fixing up this old machine so that I'll be able to make old fashioned popcorn," He replied in a robotic voice.

Piplup titled his head to the right as he was curious. "Why would you fix this thing up instead of microwaving it?"

ROB sighed as he shook his heads. "Youngsters. They never understand." He opened his circular robotic eyes as he faced Piplup. "Popcorn made the old fashioned way tends to have a better aftertaste. You see, it's something in the oil that's used in a popcorn machine like this that enhances the popcorn."

Piplup rubbed his stomach with his right flipper as he licked his lips together. "Mmm... popcorn sounds good right about now..." He then shook his head as he moved his flippers about. "But wait a minute! Don't you need popcorn kernels?"

ROB nodded his head in response. "Indeed I do, but I was going to get it after this machine got fixed..."

Piplup waved his right flipper at ROB as he closed his eyes, smiling. "Worry not, Mr. ROB. I'll go and get the popcorn kernels." He then dashed towards a nearby green dash pad, teleporting instantly.

ROB looked at the dash pad for a few seconds, before he went back to work on the old popcorn machine.

"I wonder if this is what the author had in mind when he wrote the script..." ROB muttered to himself as he moved his metal arms about.

Dry Bowser walked by, noticing ROB working on the machine as he folded his bony arms together, letting out a cough to get the robot to acknowledge his presence.

"So is this just going to be a rather boring story, or is something interesting going to happen?" Dry Bowser stated as he pulled out the script for the fanfic. "Because this first chapter isn't really doing much..."

'No, it's not. Luckily, the chapters following this will." ROB responded as he nodded his metallic head. "And thank goodness for it. I don't know how long anyone can stand to just read dialogue in a story like this..."

It was then that an explosion happened, with a completely unrelated Piplup falling onto Dry Bowser, reducing the skeletal reptile into a pile of bones as ROB blinked in shock. The Piplup groaned as the penguin Pokemon collapsed, being knocked out from the explosion as Dry Bowser sighed while ROB shrugged and kept on resuming work.