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Author's Note: Sorry for making you wait for so long but I was very addicted to New Super Mario Bros. I collected a lot of star coins to try to complete the game. Anyways, it was hard work and pretty frustrating. Still, I don't know how to get to worlds 4 and 7. :( Some star coins were cleverly hidden and some are difficult to get. If any of you got the game, you know what I mean.
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Chapter 3: Chatting Away and Bubbles's Parasol
"What should we do, Blossom?" Bubbles asked, sitting on the sofa while her legs were crossed.
"Yeah, like what she said." Buttercup agreed, staring at Blossom.
"Um… how about we—"
Blossom got cut off when she saw the professor running towards them. He panted heavily while he was holding a weird parasol. The top is tan coloured with a light blue frill and a brown thick stick with a handle. It has two large, oval, black eyes with white pupils, two pink small cheeks and a smile. Inside the parasol is yellow. He gave the parasol to Bubbles.
"There… you… are!" Professor Utonium panted. He was bending down with his arms on his lap. "I've just made this in the lab. It took me about 3 or 2 hours."
"Gee, thanks professor." Bubbles smiled as she stood up and puts her arms around her dad's body. The professor did the same. They then let go of each other. She gazed at her parasol and then looked back at her father with a puzzled look. "Um… how did you make this?"
"Well, I stretched the tan fabric over a wire frame," The professor explained, pointing to the top. "secondly, I drew the eyes and the smile on a black fabric and cut them with a scissor. I sewed them on using a sowing machine. I drew the two cheeks on a pink fabric or material and sowed one below the left eye and the other one at the bottom of the right eye. I found some blue silk and I used the sowing appliance to sow it under the top. I stuck the stick and handle inside the umbrella."
"What about the top?"
"I already did it."
"No, I mean that little blue thing. It needs to be on top of the parasol. Don't tell me you forgot to put that on?"
Utonium looks at the top and noticed that he didn't put something on the top. He took the parasol from Bubbles and he quickly sprinted away.
"What's the parasol called?" Blossom inquired.
"Perry." Bubbles answered. "He is a magical umbrella who helps Peach to rescue Mario, Luigi and Toad. He's very helpful and can absorb enemies to fill up her vibe gauge and he has loads of attacks."
"Gee, you really know your Peach stuff."
"Yep."
"The professor has nearly finished making him."
"Don't you mean it?"
"Why?"
"Because the parasol can't talk. It's not real, remember? It only exists in the game."
"The parasol is a he, Blossom."
"You and your Super Princess Peach stuff." Buttercup sighed.
(A/N: Have any of you played the game yet? It's totally awesome and it's one of my favourite DS games! I even completed the game:D)
"I thought you would be wearing a different costume." Ms. Bellum said.
"I'm not. I decided to wear this costume because I think it suits my personality." The Mayor of Townsville replied.
"I see."
"But Toadsworth and I are similar. We are both old, we say in the same accent, we wear the smart clothes and… um… er… what else, Ms. Bellum?"
"That you are empty-headed and Toadsworth is not."
"Really?"
"Yes and you are the mayor of our city and Toadsworth is Princess Peach's steward."
"And?"
"That you two are very important people."
"But Toadsworth isn't. He only um… what does he do?"
"I think he takes care of the princess and he's overprotective of her. He even tells her what to do and what she mustn't do."
"Oh. Since when do you know about the Mario series?"
(A/N: I looooooovvvvvvvve playing Mario games, do you?)
"I just found more information about him on the internet."
"Oh."
"What do you mean, 'Oh'?"
"I normally say it, Ms. Bellum."
The Mayor's beautiful secretary sighed for the second time. "How dumb can you get?"
Ms. Keane was standing at the centre of the room with her hands on her hip. Her expression was very cross. She was looking around and turning as well while Mitch Mitchelson was chasing Elmer Sglue round the black-haired teacher. Elmer's tears were flowing out of his eyes and he was extremely miserable.
"Mitch Mitchelson, stop this nonsense at once!" The teacher scolded.
"Make me! You're not the boss of me!" Mitch shouted back as he continued to run, pulling a silly face that is different from a clown's. He also blew a raspberry at her while his eyes were closed.
"Okay that does it! Corner now!" Ms. Keane yelled, scorching flames were literally in her eyes and her face was completely red. Steam was factually coming out of her ears. She pointed to a corner of the room that is near a beautiful rose in a pink, tall pink vase. The surface is smooth and it glistens as the sun's rays shines on it.
"Aww… Ms. Keane! Not here, not now!"
"Why not?"
"This is not school! This is the girls's house! You can't punish me here!"
"I can since you're so rude to me."
"But everyone will look at me!"
"I know they will. Just do as you're told or I'll bring you to the corner myself!"
"But—"
"No buts! Now go to the corner!"
"But—"
"Fine then I'll drag you to the—"
"No! I'll just go."
Mitch Mitchelson walked slowly as he was bending down, looking on the carpet and his arms were flopped down. Elmer Sglue carried on sprinting around the teacher as he cried his eyes out until Ms. Keane grabbed onto him by his shirt while he was running in place. She was tapping on the ground, waiting for Elmer to discontinue running.
"Um… Elmer, you can stop running now." Ms. Keane said.
"Okay." Elmer replied. "Is he gone?"
"Yes, I just sent him to a corner."
"Why?"
"So he can think about what he's done. I'm sure that will make him learn his lesson."
"Oh."
"So, dry your tears and have fun, okay?"
"Okay."
"Now run along, Elmer."
"But can't I just stay here with you in case Mitch will pick on me again?"
"Sure, Elmer."
"Thank you, Ms. Keane."
"You're welcome."
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps. It was getting louder, louder and louder.
"Bubbles?" A gentle voice replied. "I'm here."
"Huh?" Bubbles said. She looked to her left to see nothing. She looks to her right to see her dad, standing in front of her, smiling. His hands were behind his back. "Oh! Where were you professor? I was getting worried."
"I was working in the lab for four hours to make the top. Anyhoo," Professor Utonium said. "here's the parasol." He gave it to Bubbles who hugged it very tight while she was closing her eyes and beaming. She opens them after a few minutes.
"Oh, thank you professor!" Bubbles exclaimed, squealing with delight. Her blue, clear eyes were brightening. She gave her dad a nice hug. The hard-working professor did the same to his daughter. He too was smiling with her and his eyes were not opened.
"Now, I must head to the telephone."
"Who are you phoning?"
"Someone from Townsville Quality Discount Catering."
"You mean the one who arrived at our party when my Octi went missing?"
"Yes."
"Oh, so um… there's the phone next to the sofa."
"Thanks for telling me, Bubbles."
"Don't mention it."
So the professor walked to the black telephone that was on a brown, smooth, wide oval table which is small. It is at the left of the sofa. The phone is just like any ordinary telephone. The handle was smooth and curved and it is on the top. There are loads of buttons to press but they are circular and tiny. The numbers are from 0 to 9 and two buttons have symbols which are and #. The buttons are also black and the buttons are in four rows. The first row has 1, 2 and 3, the second row has 4, 5 and 6, the third row has 7, 8 and 9 and the final row has , 0 and #. The buttons were below the handle and were on the surface. It is extremely stiff and pretty hard. The professor picked up the handle and he carefully dialled the number.
