Yeah! More Mario chapters! Who hoo I’m one step closer to completion! Thanx to Yosep, iluvsheepies, and GIGA-XISBASS for reviewing. Disclaimer: If I owned it, I’d be making another Mario story right now! With LOTS of Luigi in it!

When they got back, they found CAKE!!!

“It showed up there for no apparent reason!” Goombella said. “Let’s EAT!!!”

Luigi nodded happily. He liked cake, but sadly, he rarely got any because Mario also liked cake. Nothing, not even his little brother Luigi, could come between Mario and his cake.

But now Mario was still in a sugar-induced coma, so…

Luigi grabbed the cake eagerly and gulped it down in one bite.

“Go ahead and gulp it down! It’s not like I wanted any!” Rocky said sarcastically.

Luigi swallowed and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

At that moment, Mario’s SP mailbox beeped. Luigi had luckily had the foresight to keep it out after the interesting expedition to get it out of Mario’s pocket the last time. It read:

Go To ThE pHoNeBoOtH. gEt ThE kEy.

X

“Great. MORE doing stuff that isn’t beating people up!” Rocky whined.

“There’s more to life than beating people up, you know,” Koops reminded him.

Rocky looked at him like he was a nut. “What are you, a weirdo?”

Luigi sighed. “Well, let’s-a go get dis key,” he said, as he jogged out of the locker room. After waiting a moment, Rocky took off after him.

“Hey, wait up, Mr. L!” The rainbow Yoshi yelled.

After reaching the phonebooth, Luigi looked around and found a small key just lying there on the floor. “Who would-a leave a key lyin’ ‘round on da floor?” he mused.

Rocky shrugged. “Here’s a thought. Why is there a phone booth sitting here? And here’s another—why is it every time I pick it up, some weirdo starts to tell me the weather? Which is always wrong, by the way.”

Luigi stared at him. “…Why you pickin’ up da phone?” he asked, sounding confused.

“I don’t judge you about your problems!” Rocky snapped. “So stop asking me stupid questions already!”

Luigi shrugged and picked up the key. Then he turned around and hit Flurrie.

“GAH!!!” Luigi screamed, falling on his butt. “Flurrie! What-a are you doin’ here?”

“When you left this infernal contraption started ringing again! I’m sick of this thing!” Flurrie screamed, throwing the SP mailbox off the edge of the island with all her might.

“FLURRIE!!!” Luigi screamed, clutching his hat as the SP disappeared. There was a long silence, then all of a sudden a little glowing SP with angel wings floated back up. It paused when it came to Flurrie, opened up, and gave her a hate-mail, then it continued on its way up.

“Way to go, dummy diva,” Rocky snapped.

“What-a am I gonna do? Dat wasn’t my SP mailbox! Mario’s a-gonna kill me dead when he finds out! An’ now what am I gonna do wit’ dis key?” Luigi moaned, holding the key up.

“It’s a very pretty key,” Flurrie admitted.

“Si, but dat don’t solve my problem,” Luigi sobbed.

Rocky shrugged, grabbed the key, and tossed it off the island as well. In a few minutes, an Angel Key floated passed them.

“Now, let’s get back to beating people up,” Rocky ordered.

The next fight was with a guy named Craw-Daddy. There was no reason to tell you of this, except to let you know his name so you can make fun of it. It’s what I’m going to do, when I can stop moaning about how awful it is.

After the match, Luigi came back to the locker room to find out that 1. Mario was awake and 2. there was another piece of random cake.

“Anudder cake!” Luigi said, his eyes going wide.

Mario nodded and shoved the cake in his mouth. Luigi sighed. “Good ta have ya back, big brudda,” he said in a resigned tone.

Mario said nothing, as his mouth was full of cake, but he gave Luigi a thumbs up. Then he swallowed. After a second, his eyes widened and he doubled over, clutching his stomach as his face contorted in pain.

“Mario!” Luigi gasped, rushing to his brother.

“Poor Mario. The authoress likes to torment you a little too much,” Goombella said knowingly.

Mario was in too much torment to ask or even wonder about that particular statement, and therefore didn’t ask any stupid questions.

He did, however, barf on Luigi’s costume and pass out again.

Luigi, filled with brotherly concern, commented, “Oh yuck! Mario, watch where-a you aim next time!”

After a few more insignificant fights, one of which was with a Koopa named ‘the Koopinator’ (trust me; Arnold Swarzenegger of Koopas he was NOT) it was time for the Championship match!

Or it would have been, if two guys hadn’t locked Luigi up in an abandoned locker room. But it was OK, because as well as a need to pick up telephones and listening to it, it seemed Rocky also had a desire to grab posters of Princess Peach and sing ‘I’m a Barbie Girl’ while waving it around.

It just so happened that there was a Princess Peach poster that was hiding a secret room for them to escape in. Too bad the escape happened to be a toilet…

“This ain’t right,” Rocky commented as Luigi threw in him into the toilet and then jumped in himself.

“Neider was your ‘Barbie Girl’ song,” Luigi rebutted, just before he flushed.

Ten minutes later, two dripping wet contestants with a strong odor of Eau de Toilet, Mr. L and Rocky burst into the arena, just as Grubba was about to call a no-show.

Mr. L stumbled onstage and jabbed his finger into Rawk Hawk’s chest. “You locked-a me in an abandoned locker room an’ forced me ta flush myself down a toilet!”

“You can’t prove that!” Rawk Hawk yelled.

“You left us a NOTE that confessed everything!” Rocky yelled, waving the note around. “We found it behind the Princess Peach poster!”

“That’s not in the game!” Rawk Hawk shrieked, causing Mr. L to think of a few stupid questions he decided not to ask, then the champion turned and ran outside sobbing.

Grubba stared after him. “We have a new champ!” he said. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. L is the new champ!”

“This is the weirdest fight ever,” Rocky muttered as the crowd paraded a bewildered Mr. L out of the arena.

The next thing Luigi knew, he was shoved in a small vent above the champ’s room. Which presented a problem.

“How did-a I get here!?!”

“We were in the Champ’s room when a voice started coming out of the vents and you freaked out and screamed, ‘NO NOT AGAIN!’ and then you ran into the wall and knocked yourself out and I put you on my back and climbed into the vents to see what that noise was,” Rocky explained.

Luigi considered this. “Oh,” he finally said. “So that’s why my noise hurts. So, what’s the noise?”
“Grubba. He’s in the other room, see?” Rocky and Luigi both leaned against the vent grate at the same time to see what was going on and it cracked and broke under their weight. The two went tumbling into Grubba’s office.

Grubba stared at them, a paper with the words, “Machine to suck up people’s muscles thingy’ on it in his hands. Then he panicked.

“RUN AWAY!!!” Grubba screamed, turning and running out of the room.

Luigi and Rocky were hot on his heels. “After him!” Luigi yelled.

The two chased Grubba into the ring where he was powering up a big machine. Luigi whipped out his Super Hammer but tripped on his own two feet and fell. The hammer zoomed out of his grasp and hit the machine, causing a catastrophic power failure and making it blow up in Grubba’s face.

Grubba stared for awhile, and then he screamed. “My muscles! I’m MELTING!!!” With that, he faded into nothingness as a mushroom with blonde hair looked around out of the remains of the machine.

“Mush!” Jolene yelled and rushed in out of nowhere. “You’re alive!”

Mush looked up at her with a confused look on his face. “Secretary Girl?” he asked.

Jolene’s face turned dark. “I’m telling mom!” She threatened, kicking Mush in the head. Mush fell back, out cold.

Turning to where Luigi and Rocky were staring at her with ‘what the heck!?’ looks on their faces, Jolene blurted out, “I’m X!” Then she grabbed Mush by his golden hair and dragged him out of the room.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Rocky started to chant to himself, curling up in a fetal position and rocking back and forth.

Luigi sighed and grabbed the Smiley Star that had been powering the machine. It was a little scorched, but overall it was in good condition. “Well, we got what we were after,” he muttered. “Let’s go get Mario and get out of this crazy place!”

The two rushed back to the major league room where they were happy to find that Mario was back on his feet and more or less feeling great.

“Mario!” Luigi cried. “You’re ok!”

“Yeah, I feel great,” Mario agreed. “I guess I just needed a good nap.”

“We got the Smiley Star,” Luigi said, holding it up. “We can get out of this place!”

“Great!” Mario cheered. “Oh, Luigi? Have you seen my Mailbox SP? I can’t find it anywhere…”