Doomship Disaster
Lemmy stumbled into his room and collapsed on the bed, thoroughly exhausted. It had been a long day.
"I'll get him next time," he muttered before falling asleep.
The next morning, Lemmy awoke to the sound of his sister screaming in his ears. Well, not exactly in his ears. She was behind his bedroom door, but her voice was still loud enough to register on the Richter scale.
"Lemmy!" Wendy screeched. "Lemmy, you lunkhead! Wake up!"
He rolled out of bed and walked to the door. Cautiously, he opened the door for his sister.
"Well," Lemmy yawned. "That's a fine howdy do. What do you want?"
"Where were you yesterday?" She asked, or rather, yelled.
Lemmy yawned again. What could have possibly been so important as to get Wendy so riled up? True, that didn't take much, but still. Before he had time to answer, she continued.
"You weren't around to help with spring cleaning day! We had to clean the whole castle!"
"Oops," Lemmy smacked his head. "I completely forgot-"
"That's not good enough!" she whined. "Everyone except Larry, Morton and I all found convenient excuses to be somewhere else. Roy said he had a class to go to,"
Lemmy stifled a laugh.
"Ludwig was inventing some new machine, and Iggy was off golfing!"
"Golfing?" he asked doubtfully.
"That was his excuse. What's yours?" she demanded.
"For your information," Lemmy said importantly. "I was launching my monthly assault on Mario."
"Well, I could really have used some help!"
"What, is Princess Wendy above lowly spring cleaning duties?"
"No," she moaned. "It was Morton I couldn't stand! He wouldn't stop talking! I had such a headache."
"I pity you. Really. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's 7:30 AM and I believe I hear my bed still calling me."
"Oh, no you don't!" she said, grabbing his shell to prevent him from leaving. "I need your help today."
"But I-"
"No buts. You are coming with me, right now."
Lemmy gave up, defeated. He followed Wendy downstairs with a sigh.
Wendy told him more over breakfast.
"You see," she began. "Today is the last day of this month. And, thanks to Bowser forcing us to do spring cleaning, I still haven't attacked Mario yet."
"What are you talking about?" Lemmy interrupted. "You had plenty of time during the other 30 days!"
"But I was going to come up with a plan yesterday, then execute it today!"
"But you knew King Dad was going to make us clean up."
"True," she admitted. "But I figured I would have a good enough excuse to ditch the spring cleaning! Except when Bowser saw that only three of us were left to do it."
"He made you stay."
"Exactly. He wouldn't listen, and now I'm stuck with one day to execute a plan that I don't have!"
"And where do I come into this?" Lemmy inquired, not really sure weather he wanted to know.
"Well," Wendy smirked. "You are going to help me, along with Iggy."
"But I-"
"Go get Iggy. NOW!"
Seeing that there was no way out, Lemmy reluctantly left the table and walked off towards Iggy's room.
To his surprise, Lemmy found Iggy already awake. He only had to knock once.
"Come in,"
He came in and closed the door behind him.
"Hi Lemmy," said Iggy. "What's up?"
"The sky."
"Ha ha. No, seriously, is something wrong?"
"Sort of," Lemmy sighed. "Come with me, okay?"
Lemmy filled Iggy in on the way to Wendy's Doomship. Or air ship, whatever you want to call it.
"Aww," Iggy grumbled. "And I was gonna golf today."
"Since when do you enjoy golfing, anyways?"
"Well, actually, I don't." He grinned. "It seemed to work on King Dad, though."
Wendy was waiting for them at the docking bay.
"Come in," she said, leading them to the bridge. "As you already know, you are here to help me attack Mario. Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Attack Mario, kidnap Princess Peach and wreak some serious havoc while you're at it! And don't forget that you have to be back by tomorrow! Any questions?"
"And if we don't choose to accept?" asked Iggy.
"Then I'll lock you in a padded cell and force you to listen to Morton talk until you do accept,"
Lemmy and Iggy gulped.
"Who does what?" asked Lemmy.
"Well," Wendy began, "Lemmy, you plan what to do, and Iggy, you help Lemmy follow through with his plan. As for me, I'll came along to help you, and take credit for whatever you accomplish."
"Great," Lemmy rolled his eyes. "We work and you check up on us."
"Yeah," Wendy agreed. "That's the basic concept."
"Well, guess we'd better get to work," he said.
"Oh joy," Iggy muttered, as the two stepped up to the steering wheel of the enormous Doomship.
To be continued.
Rachelle Davison, 2001
Lemmy stumbled into his room and collapsed on the bed, thoroughly exhausted. It had been a long day.
"I'll get him next time," he muttered before falling asleep.
The next morning, Lemmy awoke to the sound of his sister screaming in his ears. Well, not exactly in his ears. She was behind his bedroom door, but her voice was still loud enough to register on the Richter scale.
"Lemmy!" Wendy screeched. "Lemmy, you lunkhead! Wake up!"
He rolled out of bed and walked to the door. Cautiously, he opened the door for his sister.
"Well," Lemmy yawned. "That's a fine howdy do. What do you want?"
"Where were you yesterday?" She asked, or rather, yelled.
Lemmy yawned again. What could have possibly been so important as to get Wendy so riled up? True, that didn't take much, but still. Before he had time to answer, she continued.
"You weren't around to help with spring cleaning day! We had to clean the whole castle!"
"Oops," Lemmy smacked his head. "I completely forgot-"
"That's not good enough!" she whined. "Everyone except Larry, Morton and I all found convenient excuses to be somewhere else. Roy said he had a class to go to,"
Lemmy stifled a laugh.
"Ludwig was inventing some new machine, and Iggy was off golfing!"
"Golfing?" he asked doubtfully.
"That was his excuse. What's yours?" she demanded.
"For your information," Lemmy said importantly. "I was launching my monthly assault on Mario."
"Well, I could really have used some help!"
"What, is Princess Wendy above lowly spring cleaning duties?"
"No," she moaned. "It was Morton I couldn't stand! He wouldn't stop talking! I had such a headache."
"I pity you. Really. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's 7:30 AM and I believe I hear my bed still calling me."
"Oh, no you don't!" she said, grabbing his shell to prevent him from leaving. "I need your help today."
"But I-"
"No buts. You are coming with me, right now."
Lemmy gave up, defeated. He followed Wendy downstairs with a sigh.
Wendy told him more over breakfast.
"You see," she began. "Today is the last day of this month. And, thanks to Bowser forcing us to do spring cleaning, I still haven't attacked Mario yet."
"What are you talking about?" Lemmy interrupted. "You had plenty of time during the other 30 days!"
"But I was going to come up with a plan yesterday, then execute it today!"
"But you knew King Dad was going to make us clean up."
"True," she admitted. "But I figured I would have a good enough excuse to ditch the spring cleaning! Except when Bowser saw that only three of us were left to do it."
"He made you stay."
"Exactly. He wouldn't listen, and now I'm stuck with one day to execute a plan that I don't have!"
"And where do I come into this?" Lemmy inquired, not really sure weather he wanted to know.
"Well," Wendy smirked. "You are going to help me, along with Iggy."
"But I-"
"Go get Iggy. NOW!"
Seeing that there was no way out, Lemmy reluctantly left the table and walked off towards Iggy's room.
To his surprise, Lemmy found Iggy already awake. He only had to knock once.
"Come in,"
He came in and closed the door behind him.
"Hi Lemmy," said Iggy. "What's up?"
"The sky."
"Ha ha. No, seriously, is something wrong?"
"Sort of," Lemmy sighed. "Come with me, okay?"
Lemmy filled Iggy in on the way to Wendy's Doomship. Or air ship, whatever you want to call it.
"Aww," Iggy grumbled. "And I was gonna golf today."
"Since when do you enjoy golfing, anyways?"
"Well, actually, I don't." He grinned. "It seemed to work on King Dad, though."
Wendy was waiting for them at the docking bay.
"Come in," she said, leading them to the bridge. "As you already know, you are here to help me attack Mario. Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Attack Mario, kidnap Princess Peach and wreak some serious havoc while you're at it! And don't forget that you have to be back by tomorrow! Any questions?"
"And if we don't choose to accept?" asked Iggy.
"Then I'll lock you in a padded cell and force you to listen to Morton talk until you do accept,"
Lemmy and Iggy gulped.
"Who does what?" asked Lemmy.
"Well," Wendy began, "Lemmy, you plan what to do, and Iggy, you help Lemmy follow through with his plan. As for me, I'll came along to help you, and take credit for whatever you accomplish."
"Great," Lemmy rolled his eyes. "We work and you check up on us."
"Yeah," Wendy agreed. "That's the basic concept."
"Well, guess we'd better get to work," he said.
"Oh joy," Iggy muttered, as the two stepped up to the steering wheel of the enormous Doomship.
To be continued.
Rachelle Davison, 2001