A/N: Hi again, I really wanted to do a collection of one-shots for Super Paper Mario. So, Dimentio, Mr. L, Count Bleck/Lord Blumiere, and Tippi/Timpani are back. Dimentio and Mr. L have been given another chance, to redeem themselves. If you have any questions, ask in the reviews or PM me.

Dimentio: Friend of Fawful doesn't own Mario.
Me: Quiet! I was getting to that. Yeah, I don't own Mario. Dimentio: :)
Me: Stop freaking out the readers. Anyway please enjoy!
Apple Tree

Lord Blumiere groaned at the sound of his two minions' bickering. They had been going at it for weeks! That's it I can't take it anymore!

"Dimentio! Mimi! Come over to me at once! Shouted Count Blec-um Blumiere!" He called down the hallway from his office. Immediately, he heard the sound of quiet footsteps scurrying towards him. It wasn't long before the green girl appeared in his doorway. Before he could even tell Mimi why he called her and Dimentio, the latter blipped behind him out of thin air. Blumiere didn't even scold him for not using the doorway like a normal person.

"Now that you're both here, I have a question," both the jester and the shapeshifter leaned in closer out of curiosity. "Why were you quarreling?" He asked in a calm tone being careful to not narrate himself.

"Well, Dimmy took my diary-again-and I want it back!" Mimi yelled in an outraged tone.

"I most certainly did not, dearest Mimi." Dimentio explained a smirk appearing through his mask.

"Yes you did! You stole my diary!" The monocled man rubbed his temples in slow circular motions with his cool gloved hands.

"No, I didn't, is it possible that you misplaced it?" He asked, coolly. Before Mimi could respond, the count inturrupted.

"That's enough! You two need to work out your issues! Lord Blumiere is sending you to a place where you can do it, and you cannot leave until you stop arguing." He said, losing his tranquil voice. He put two teleportation boxes around his two minions, and with a wave of his staff, they were gone.

- "Dimmy, where are we?" Mimi asked, temporarily forgetting her anger.
"I actually don't know." He responded, quietly.

"Well, let's flip back to the castle." She twirled her right pigtail as she spoke. When she tried to teleport back, she found herself unable to, as if it were blocked by a brick wall.

"He has the place charmed, so we are stuck here, like two Pixls in a treasure chest."
The magician explained to his fellow minion. Mimi groaned, she didn't want to be stuck here, especially not with him. She glanced around; wherever they were, it was beautiful! Above them were the branches of a large apple tree, she wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. The sky was pink and yellow, a nice change to the usual colors of the void she saw everyday, and the grass was a spring green, just darker than her skin. She noticed that Dimentio was also looking at the gorgeous scenery as well, she could barely remember why she was so infuriated. If he did take her diary, it wouldn't be the first time, and she didn't write any personal thoughts (anymore), so if he took it, it wouldn't be a big deal. So why had she been so angry?

"Do you want an apple Mimikinz?" Dimentio asked good-naturedly, lightly using her nickname. Mimi nodded, the apples looked delicious, and she was hungry. The purple and yellow clad jester floated to the top of the tree, and plucked two plump, blood red apples. He slowly sank to the ground, an apple in each hand.

"Thanks!" Mimi said, a little louder than they had been talking before. Dimentio smiled,
a grin spread across his mask. They ate in an awkward silence. Mimi watched as Dimentio effortlessly managed to eat his apple without removing his mask, and finally took a small bite of her's. The skin was tangy, and the sugar white flesh was sweet and juicy.

"Mimi, I'm sorry, I did take your diary." He confessed, looking into her eyes.

"I forgive you, ya big dummy! But why did you take it?" She asked, slightly confused. At her words, Dimentio's smile grew.

"Because, you're cute when you're angry," He told Mimi, shamelessly. The shapeshifter felt her cheeks get warm, so she looked down, so he wouldn't see her blush. The magician pretended not to notice that.

"Hey, Dimentio? As nice as this has been, when do you think the count will let us out?"

"I have no idea, Mimi, I have no idea."

A/N: So, what did you think?

Dimentio: You left us there!

Me: Yeah I did :)

Please review!