Nintendo World: The Prequel Luigi and Me

By mr-mcd2k3 . 1/17/03 - ???

Please remember that I don't own any Nintendo characters. Please enjoy

"Please don't go, Mama." I held on tight to my mother's hand. She was lying down on the stretcher as the doctors wheeled her into the room. "Il mio amore. my love, Mama's gonna be all right," the beautiful woman answered. A doctor came by and picked me up. "Mama will be OK, sweetheart," consoled the doctor as the others wheeled my mother into a room and shut the door. The doctor led me out into a small playroom.

"Mario," said the doctor, "your mommy is going to have a baby." "I know. I'm gonna have a baby sister!" "Exactly!" the doctor exclaimed, "now you sit here and play and mommy will be out in a while, OK!" I nodded in response. The doctor left the room. How tempting those toys were to play with. But I just sat there wondering how Mama was. wondering.

I had no idea of how much time had passed, but the next thing I knew a different doctor was taking me to Mama's room. "I'm Doctor Willis, Mario," she introduced herself. "Guess what? Your mother had her baby." The doctor received no response from me, so she continued. "I turned out that all the doctor's were wrong and you aren't going to have a baby sister." My face brightened. "Really! Yeah!!! I'm so happy!" "Your mommy had a little boy." My mouth dropped open. "Oh no!" I said, "bu. but baby boys poop!" Doctor Willis laughed. "Mario, come and see I think you'll really like him."

Doctor Willis opened the door and we walked in. It was silent. The only thing one could hear were the faint cries of the baby boy. Doctor Willis whispered to my mother, "Mrs. Mario, we'll let you and your family have some alone time." She and the other doctors left. "Bambino. baby, come here and see your baby brother." I approached Mama's bedside and looked at the baby boy in her arms. "What's his name?" I asked, feeling almost happy that I finally had a little brother. "Luigi." "Luigi?" I repeated, "that name is ugly, Mama!" "Bambino, you are only six years of age, one day you will appreciate these things a little but more." Mama placed a little green hat on Luigi, sort of like the one she gave me when I was a baby, except mine was red.

I smiled. I guess I liked my brother. He was pretty quiet, too. Well, only for a second. His hat dropped off and he began to cry. And cry. And cry. The little monster grabbed my hat off my head (I never figured out how he did that) and put it on. Then he cried some more. I covered my ears. "Make him stop, Mama, make him stop!" I cried. Little did I know that that was only the beginning.