Authors' (plural) Notes~
Ziptango: Since my brothers are obsessed with Mario Brothers, I thought I might give a try at something different . . . with a slight humourous spout *wink* Oh and my one bro gets a little credit for helping me out.
Roonerdude: What do you mean a little?!
Ziptango: *rolls eyes* Okay, a little more.
Roonerdude: But I helped You make it more funnier!!
Ziptango: Okay, fine. You're the little nagging voice in my head. But as you can see ladies and gents, the grammar skills are aaaalllll mine! Muhaha!
Roonerdude: Grrrrrrrrrrr *starts attacking Zip*
Ziptangos: *swats him away* Don't mind us, just start reading!
Roonerdude: And when Mario is talking don't forget to make his accent high and squeaky!
By Ziptango and Roonerdude
"Mama mia! Zat smells wonderful Princess!" an animated voice entered the kitchen.
Princess Peach spun around, the folds of her pink dress gliding to catch up.
"Why thank you Mario, but it's not take out."
"It izn't?" Mario glanced at the pizza in the oven.
"No, it's Di Giorno!"
He scratched his mustache slightly while titling his head, "Oh . . .okie."
Stepping around him, she rushed to the cabinets pulling out several exotic spices. Mario looked on with interest. Again she went around him to the other side of kitchen with her busy work.
"So . . . iz it done yet?" Mario's eyes followed her.
"Nope," came her high-pitched reply.
"How about now?"
"Sorry Mario, not yet."
A few moments pass.
"Now?"
"NO!" her normally beautiful face flared with annoyance.
Our super hero, afraid of nothing, backed away from the agitated lady. Accepting his submission, she ignored him and made way to the fridge.
Five minutes dragged by.
"So, it'z done now, right?"
"NO! GET OUTTA THE KITCHEN!"
Mario galloped out in confusion as a crown hurdled towards his head. He stood outside catching his breath until an idea suddenly struck him.
"Oh Princess!" he coed from the doorway, "I dink Toad is playing in your laundry again!"
Peach came to a sudden stop with a gasp as the spatula in her hand plummeted to the floor. Past images of Toad frolicking among her clothes with a bra strapped around his head gave her a slight tremble.
"Why that little CRETIN!"
Mario stepped back with a smirk as she zipped by waving a cheesy spatula like a knife. Now finding the premises secure, he cautiously snuck back into the kitchen and opened the oven. Inside, a roasting pizza with a pepperoni smile and beady pineapple eyes grinned back. Smiling with satisfaction he fingered the middle and popped a cheesy, saucy finger into his mouth.
"Mmmmm! Zat's a spicy meat-a-ball!"
Feeling warm and fuzzy he felt compelled to try another sample, but this time it didn't taste quite so good.
"Hmm, zat's odd."
Closing the oven he picked up the pizza box resting on the counter. Studying the ingredients carefully, he couldn't quite put his finger on what was missing. Suddenly, approaching footsteps echoed to him. Immediately Mario shoved away and stood innocently as Princess Toadstool stomped in mumbling.
"I hope that taught him a lesson! My favorite spatula, broken!" she held it up, exasperated.
Mario tried blending with the wall so as not to be noticed. That spatula was deadly after all.
Catching a glimpse of a bright red shirt, however, she paused the conversation with herself to eye him suspiciously.
"Mario, what's on your moustache?"
Nearly going cross-eyed, he looked down seeing bits of cheese clinging on.
"Oh . . . eh , it'z shaving cream!"
"You shave?"
"Sure! Dese are very high maintenance you know," Mario smoothed out his bushel.
"Uh huh," she rolled her eyes and went to the oven for another ten-minute checkup.
"MARIO!" he cringed as she flipped around, "Get out before I KICK you out! Permanently!"
"Vhat? Vhat I do?" his eyes grew wide with panic.
"NOBODY fingers my pizza! OUT!"
Mario scoffed to the accusation, "Never!"
Moments later, the front door of the house flew open as Mario blasted out, his butt skipping the lawn like a rock would water.
A little dazed and disoriented, little dancing mushrooms paraded around his dizzy head instead of stars. Suddenly, it came to him.
"Mushrooms! Zee pizza needed mushrooms!"
Leaping up, he ran to the door and pounded on it.
"I've got it, I've got it!"
"Go away!" came the muffled reply.
"But I have an idea!"
"Nobody EVER fingers my pizza!"
Another scoff, "I did not!"
"Then why's your glove stained?!"
He wiggled his four fingers in front of him. The index was blemished red with tomato sauce. Quickly, he took the glove off and showed the Princess through the peephole.
"Zee? Nothing there!"
"How dense do you think I am?!"
"It was just a little bit!" he finally confessed.
"So you fingered AND lied! You're not allowed back until I'm finished!"
"But you're missing a vital ingredient!"
The plumber waited for a reply, but there was none. Then he sat on the porch with a sigh. How would he ever win Princess Toadstool's trust back? Just then, yet another idea came to him. Maybe if he collected some mushrooms throughout the kingdom and brought them home, she'd welcome him back with open arms! He could even ask all his friends for some rather then gathering them the hard way. With that in mind, he set off towards Luigi's house. After all, how hard could finding mushrooms in Mushroom Kingdom be?
To be continued . . .
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