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This will be a short novella. Once I revise and edit each section I'll post it. Roughly 20,000 words. Whatever.

Enjoy fellow readers and writers!

That Which Takes the Cake

This is it. The moment of truth.

Concertrate…Concentrate…

Time seemed to have stopped.

Steady…Steady…

Nothing moved. Nothing dared to breathe.

I can do it…almost there…whoop…almost…there…

It had to be perfect. It just had to be.

Neeyyaahh…there!

Peach slammed the spatula down and pumped her arms in the air.

"Whoo-hoo! I did it! I did it!"

There it glowed, all two feet of it. A five layer circular vanilla cake, leveled with strawberry and cheesecake icings, clogged with mouth-watering strawberries, swirled with whipped cream around the edges, sprinkled with finely shredded banana, and dotted with hefty chunks of cheesecake cookie dough. The epitome of perfect.

The word just thrilled her spine with goosebumps. Perfect. It just sounded so…like her.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

And only she could construct such a dazzling desert! Princess Peach, the prettiest, the nicest, and bestest person in all of the Mushroom Kingdom…maybe even in the universe!

Peach stopped her celebration and grinned at the cake. She rushed toward it, slammed her hands down on the counter, and lingered her face above the cake, reading the message on top.

Peach + Mario = Love

Oh, how she could feel the room spin around her! How she felt like the victim of a dozen cupid arrows. Oh yes, she was in love. With the greatest man in the world, no doubt.

A man who risked his life to rescue her from the evil claws of Bowser and his troops. A hero who stares longingly at her beautiful figure. A gentleman that even held her hand while walking up the castle steps. No man was as brave and chivalrous as her Mario.

"Peach plus Mario equals love."

She threw her head back and put an arm over her brow. Oh, how that just rolls right off the tongue!

"I know he's going to love this cake, Mr. Game and Watch. I just know it."

She twirled a 360 on one foot, her pink gown flowing upward, briefly displaying her undergarments,

No response. Peach scratched her chin.

"Mr. Game and Watch?"

A very faint and slow beeping noise whispered from behind the counter.

"Say, what are you doing behind the counter? Come look at my cake!" Peach skipped over to the counter and peered behind it.

Mr. Game and Watch lay in a heap, wearing his chef's hat. Egg, flour, sugar, icing, banana; many of the cake ingredients were splattered all over him, with barely any black from his body showing. Though he moves in a stop-animation style, one would probably conclude that he was struggling to breathe and too exhausted to move anymore.

Of course, Peach did not seem to notice his exacerbating state of health, and merely giggled.

"C'mon, you goofball. Look at the perfect cake I made." She skipped back over to the counter, humming.

Mr. Game and Watch slithered on his hands and knees and crawled toward the princess, leaving a trail of unimaginable gunk behind him. Once he got to a chair, he laddered himself up until he was back on his two feet. Slowly, he lumbered to the princess, chest still heaving, arms and head drooped down.

Peach did another 360 on one foot, again exposing her undergarments.

"Oh, Mr. Game and Watch, if it wasn't for your help, with your scrumptious recipes and your dashing cooking and baking skills, I don't think I would had ever been able to make this all by myself!" she emphasized those last three words and pumped her fists into the air.

Mr. Game and Watch slapped his forehead.

Peach either didn't care or didn't notice. Rummaging through the cabinets, she whisked out a large container. She placed it on the counter next to the cake and opened it, removing the top and pushing it off to the side. Then, very gently, she lifted the base plate the cake was on and slid it into the bottom of the container. With that done, she smiled at her gracefulness and locked the top of the container in place.

Gripping the container tightly to her chest, Peach said to Mr. Game and Watch, "Well, I'm going over to the other kitchen to hide this! Luigi wants to play a game of tennis with me, and afterwards I'm going to show Mario my beautiful cake! And Mario, Luigi, and I will be the only ones to enjoy the most delicious cake ever made."

Mr. Game and Watch felt like a thousand venomous snake were hanging from every part of his body, but he couldn't help but ring out a laugh. Just envision the scenario; Peach shaking her head vigorously and foaming at the mouth, running to the kitchen as fast as Sonic the Hedgehog, while dragging a helpless Mario on the ground, crying to be let go, his stomach scraping up clouds of dust.

Peach walked past him, batting her eyelashes. "Thanks Mr. Game and Watch, I owe you one."

She paused at the exit and fiddled with the container.

"Oh, shoot. That's right. I'm meeting Luigi in ten minutes. I need to get changed."

She turned around. "Mr. Game and Watch, could you be a dear and clean the kitchen for me? I can't be late with Luigi. I promised him a full match this time." Peach finished with a wink.

Mr. Game and Watch collapsed.

"Thanks sweetie! You're so nice to me!" she called out from the doorway and blew a kiss, leaving behind only the dying echoes of her footsteps.

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