Writting for the second time due to my RETARDED INTERNET CONNECTION. Anyway as I said in the description this is a story I wrote in 4th grade about the origins of the Mario brothers. This story consists of the original copy as I wrote it before and a rewrite I did earliertoday further down the page. Again I wrote the original a long time ago before I knew much about the Mario series and what really happened. Now I don't agree really with all of it or just don't like some parts so expect the rewrite chapters different. As far as the original however, I changed nothing but grammar.
You know the story of his older brother Mario, but ever wonder what ever happened to Luigi that one lonely day. When the stork was taking baby Mario and Luigi from there parents they were attacked by flying koopatroopas. The stork battled hard to protect the babies but dropped baby Mario. He rocketed down to Yoshi island. But what you don't know is what happened to Luigi. Sadly he was captured and taken prisoner to prince Bowser's father, King Father Koopa. Seeing as usual Baby Luigi cried under pressure.
Father Bowser- Shut that thing up! Give him one of your one million Yoshi cookies.
Prince Bowser- O.k. father...
Later that night only one koopa was guarding his cell, but for the first time in his life Baby Luigi knew just what to do. He super jumped up to the window and squeezed right through the bars of the window.
The Mario Bros. The famous saviors of the Mushroom Kingdom through thick and thin. There'sthe one withthe name in the title, and the one who's not. You say you know the story of these two brothers form birth. About how a poor baby fell to an island and was raised to be a hero. But what you don't know, what books won't tell you, is of the second baby, named Luigi, that was taken away to a much different life. This is his story.
In a world, not unlike our own, life is bright and shines brightlly through the land. This land is a special place that often works in strange ways for unlikely reasons. Sometimes the balance of good and evil itself can be unpredictable. In this land it is custom for human babies to be carried to their parents by means of a stork. The trip would be harsh at times but the storks of the great land would always prevail. On this early, late Summer's morning, a lone stork was flying over the great ocean carying a warm looking blanket that seemed to be moving. And it was. Sitting in the hanging blanket, wrapped into a comfortable pouch was two babies who were slowly waking up to the rising sun in the dark morning. Two babies wrapped in small blanket and covered by large hats. A large M marking one and a shy L on the other.
All was going well until the stork sensed a foul wind. It was cold. His feathers raised. Then a energy bolt shot from the sky and without warning stroke the stork. He shrieked before spiralling down. The babies cried as a magikoopa commanded a group of paratroopas to attack. The stork struggled the keep himself and the babies in the air whie the invaders closed in. They swooped in and attacked from all angles. The stork was thrown all over, shaking the babies violently.
The stork shreiked. The pouch ripped. A baby fell. A koopatroopa dived in. The bird blacked out.
"Alright we got what we came for, let's move out!"
"But what about the other one?"
"Leave it, the fall will be enough."
Uh, yeah forgot what I put here before my Internet crashed so, yeah. Oh yeah I said that sorry the redux came up short but I didn't feal like writing that any more than I had to. On a side note NOW (having to write this twice) I'm going to continue on my story "Looking for my Brother" so expect that sometime soon.