It was a normal day...
So he thought.
Mario Jumpman rolled out of bed, yawning as he did so. Yesterday contained the most physical exertion he had subjected his stout body to since the last kidnapping.
It had been about four months since the last Bowser scheme- a far-fetched one, at that. The Koopa King had gone so far as to hold Peach above a pit of boiling lava and threaten to drop her if Mario came within range of his castle. It was a poorly thought out plan, as the whole point of kidnapping Peach was to have her for himself, and he couldn't spend any time with her if she was a few feet above the bubbling magma.
It was no problem for Mario to save her. A few (hundred) jumps and he was at the castle. Bowser didn't notice him in the guise of a Koopa.
Back to the day. Four months was the longest time Mario had gone without any defense against a Bowser attempt, but that could mean he was plotting something big. Mario, lulled into peace by the lack of danger, became lazier and lazier.
On this day, the normal day, he noticed this. He would begin training again.
He swapped his striped pajamas for the traditional red and blue of his previous heroics. He straightened his magnificent moustache and placed his cap on his head. Mario was ready.
He would start by jumping out the window. The five-story window that resides next to his bed would be no problem.
Mario got a running start. His much loved boots thumped on the soft, carpeted floor. Mario performed an elegant dive through the small opening that Peach insisted on never closing. "For the birds," she says.
The plump plumber spun his arms and kept his knees bent. He landed with a roll, nothing too eventful.
The next few hours were spent running, jumping, and spinning. Mario's body was back into shape. It was rather easy to lose excess pounds and train one's agility through jumping over bottomless pits and spikes. His body was ready.
His mind was, as well. Mario, through hundreds of adventures, had a brain to rival that of the most talented physicians. Within milliseconds, he could calculate speed, mass, acceleration, and mentally map out his route through any jump or run. Contrary to common belief, running and jumping wasn't as easy as it looked.
Happy with his performance, Mario turned to visit his favorite room in the castle- the Trophy Room.
