A/N : Ok, now that I'm officially out of school, I'm over-loading my unfinished fics, and writing this. Hopefully will be more horrific in later chapters. It follows basically the same reteric for the last Phobia as far as our little "conversations" go.

Robin Lee.....(Mario).....[Luigi].....+Peach+.....Keep using this if you get really confused. I know I did more than once! Enjoy!


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Princess Peach sighed heavily, eyelids drooping. She was terribly bored, but didn't want anyone to know. I don't want to be the kinds of Princess that gets everything she wants, and yet is still not content, she thought. She leaned her cheek on her gloved hand, resting her elbow on the arm of her throne.

"Go carts: old. Tennis: old. Golf: …can't play, eating: old…" She mumbled off a list of nonsense, yawning. After a few moments her words grew more slurred, and were eventually, unintelligible. Her clear blue eyes were shut now.

"Peach!" The throne room door burst open just as the Princess' head slipped off her shaky arm with a thud.

"Owe…" she complained sleepily, wincing and touching her temple lightly. "Oh, Mario, it's you."

"Yep, it's me. You sound less than thrilled."

"Sorry, I-"

"Expecting someone else?"

"N-no! Of course not. I'm just fine."

"Well, we wanted to see if you would be interested in joining us…"

To go play tennis no doubt, she thought dryly.

"…joining us to go bowling.

Peach blinked, surprised. "Does the Mushroom Kingdom have a bowling alley?"

"Sure, it just opened yesterday."

"Yesterday? She frowned. "Why didn't I know about it?"

Mario shrugged. "Shrooms are getting rich, I think they financed it."

"Hm!" Peach shrugged as well, smiling. "Why not? Let me go get my great-great-great-great aunts bowling bag."

Mario scratched his head. Did they have bowling back then?

When they walked from the palace, it was growing dark and night was nearing the Mushroom Kingdom. They entered the alley and were greeted by bright lights, beeping sounds, loud music, and the smell of nachos and popcorn. Peach smiled broadly in spite of herself as Luigi came running up.

"Have you seen this place?" he asked excitedly.

[What?!? How could you just…*breaks off, mumbling*]

What could possibly be wrong? Two pages of a notebook and you've got a problem already???

[*gulps meekly* I'm a lot more mature than that, you know…]

"I didn't know you liked bowling, Luigi," said Peach rather loudly over the music.

"I think he likes the arcade more," grinned Mario.

"No harm in that. Come on, you're missing the fun!"

"No thanks," smiled Peach politely. "I came here to bowl. You should come too!"

The younger Mario laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, I don't know……"

"Please?" she asked, giving him puppy eyes. He smiled grimly.

"Well……ok. But just for a little."

"Great!" The Princess and the plumbers wasted no time in getting their gear.

"Alley number thirteen," croaked the old mushroom lady behind the counter. Mario frowned as he put on his shoes.

"Thirteen? That's no good."

"Oh, don't tell me you're superstitious," chided Peach.

"Sure he is; he's got a lucky rabbit's foot and everything." Luigi grinned a little, chewing on his gum.

Mario turned a slight shade darker, and Peach gawked.

"Why, Mario, I….I never knew."

He shrugged weakly. "Let's just bowl."

Peach was up first; she knocked all but two down. "Yes!" she exclaimed. Pumping her fists in the air. "Boo-yeah! Take that! In yo face!" she shouted pointing at Mario and Luigi. She danced around the table and chairs, making a terrible scene. "BYOB, bring your own….boo-ya?" she dropped her hands at her sides, a hurt look on her face. Mario had just gotten a strike. He flashed a heroic smile, raising one eyebrow.

"In yo face-"

"Shutup." Peach flopped in a chair, folded her arms and started to pout.

"Your turn, little bro."

Luigi was caught off guard. "Oh, heh heh, right…couldn't I just keep score?"

"Luigi!"

"Alright, alright, sheesh. Don't get your undies in a bunch," he muttered. Luigi looked through the different colored bowling balls, trying to find the lightest one. He settled for a nine pound, and picked it up. "Right then. Let's see. How does it go again?" He shifted positions from one stance to another, while Peach and Mario watched pathetically.

+Yoo-hoo! I think you made an error! See, we're not pathetic, it's Lu-+

Grrrr…..*glares*

+Eh…*sweatdrop*+

"Come on, Weegy!" prompted Mario impatiently. His brother turned on him sharply.

"Don't call me that!" he hissed.

"Then don't stand there like an idiot! Roll the dang ball!"

"Heh, of course." Luigi took a nervous breath and swung his arm back. But the bowling ball slipped from his fingers, and it fell to the wood floor behind him with a loud thud.

Peach raised an eyebrow, and Mario urged him with his eyes. Luigi smiled stupidly and collected the ball again. Only this time he set it on the ground and nudged it with his foot. Peach and Mario exchanged disgusted looks as the ball rolled slowly down the lane. Luigi leaned forward, blowing air out of his mouth as if it would push it farther. Instead it rolled to the right and into the gutter.

"What…….." began Peach in shock.

"….the heck was that?" demanded Mario. Luigi rolled his eyes and coughed, speaking at the same time.

"*cough*can't bowl!*cough*"

"What?"

"He can't bowl!" exclaimed Mario. Luigi dashed to him and clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shh!" he hissed. "I don't want the whole mushroom kingdom knowing!"

"It's ok, Luigi," consoled Peach.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to play the arcade." He left quickly, and Peach punched Mario in the arm.

"Owe!"

"That was for making fun of him!"

"But I wasn't making fun….I was having fun."

"That's what they all say. We'll finish our game, and then you go straight over and apologize." Mario nodded obediently, saluting.

"Yes, ma'am."

***

Luigi popped another coin into the arcade game and moved the buttons and knobs lamely. Nearly all of the games had grown old, and after beating Street Fighter 2 for the twentieth time, he decided to try the last one. It was one of those "grab-it" games, where a crane is maneuvered over the prize of your choice. Luigi looked both ways over his shoulder, the shrugged. "What have I got to lose?"

Your sanity, maybe…

[Leave me alone!! I find you annoying.]

Fine. Don't tell me I didn't warn you…

He put in his coins, examining the prizes. Little stuffed Koopa Troopas and piranha plants crowded each other, and a few plastic balls underneath them, containing tiny rings. He smiled to himself, planning on getting Peach a ring. Not like he had enough jewelry, but maybe it would help her forget his lack of talent in bowling.

He pushed the button and pulled the knob this way and that, trying to center the crane above his toy. He stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, frowning. Then he let it drop. Excitedly he pushed the up button, but was dismayed at the sight. Instead of a dainty ring to fit on the Princess' slender finger, the metal claws of the crane held a small, gray, fluffy plush cloud, much like the kind Lukitu would ride. The claw deposited it in the drop bin, and Luigi sighed, picking it up. It's happy, smiling face mocked him.

Luigi rolled his eyes and searched for another coin, but only found a whole in his pocket. He cursed and looked back to the cloud. Its expression really was mocking. Two devious felt eyebrows arched downward, and the sweet smile was marred by sharp teeth. He frowned, but looked at it longer, drawn to it. Why can't I look away….?

Finally he broke the stare and shook his head, blinking a few times. Strange…The sweet smile had returned.

Peach walked over to him and linked her arm through his. "How ya doin'?"

"Oh, uh, just fine." He showed her the cloud. "I thought you might like this."

"Oh, it's adorable!" she squealed, holding the cloud close to her. "Thank you Luigi. Isn't he sweet?"

"Yeah, yeah," mumbled Mario. "Say, Luigi. I'm sorry about what I said, about bowling."

Luigi smiled a little. "Don't worry about it. Who won the game?"

"Mario did," Peach pouted.

"Now, now. Maybe you just need practice."

"Says you. Let's go home before it gets late."