Hello, of of you Mario fans out there! This in Nr 36, bringing you today my very first fanfiction work. It will basically speak for itself.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated will Nintendo in any way and do not by any means own the Mario series, in whole or in part.
Ch. 1: A Real Brainache
Dr. Mario sped through the hallways, almost like a bull. No one yet knew what had entered his mind, but everyone who watched him run knew that something was out of the ordinary. Mario then gasped, "Mama mia! I am going to be late for a lecture! Sure, those kids are late, but now I am!" Even Nurse Peach couldn't help but stare as Mario rocketed throughout the hospital. When Mario finally came to a stop, he had totally bypassed his room! Mario turned his head, and just then realized, "Whoa! Did I run fast or what?" before limping in. As the plumber looked over his podium, he saw, to his amazement, thousands of angry internists looking at him as the organized himself. He then began, "Hello! It's a-me, Mario!" "As you might know, I am going to inform you about what to do and not to do in the hospital!" But, as always, was greeted with a "Ugh!" from almost all of the viewers. Mario then continued. "The first rule you need to know is this: NEVER RUN IN THE HALLS! You might think that inside, there aren't any little mounds of dirt to stop you," "but the tripping hazard is immense!" "OK, doc. What is the punishment if we DON'T follow the rules?" yelled Toad. Mario then stated, "If you violate anything I say, you must clean the bed pans!" Toad and everyone else then said a word that sounded like a mixture between "Ooh" and "Aah".
"You might know what some of these tools are called," Dr. Mario continued. "beaker, forceps, Erlenmeyer flask, you name it!" "Here is one tool you probably WON'T like; the nasogastric tube." "What does that do, Doctor?" Yoshi asked. "Well," he replied. "You feed a patient that can't open their mouth with it. You stick it up their nose and then push it down into their stomach." "Eww!" Everyone seemed to react. Before long, seemingly hours had passed, and most of the interns had left and those who were left were on the brink of falling asleep from boredom.
One of those not-so-hardy creatures was Toad. He began to think, "What if I can sleep while Dr. Mario isn't looking?" One part of him was saying, "Yeah, Toad! He won't notice in an auditorium like this!" while the other was telling him, "Don't do it, or you'll have to clean the bed pans!" Toad's ultimate decision was to fall asleep.
However, just as Toad thought he was in the clear, he heard a sharp voice from below. "Toad? Toad? TOAD!" "Yah!" Toad then screamed as he awoke. "M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-MARIO! DON'T MAKE ME CLEAN THE BED PANS! I'M JUST A NORMAL TOAD!" "Hold it right there, spore trail. Since you fell asleep, you have to help me carry out an experiment." , the plumber replied. "What kind?" Toad returned. "Well, it involves a an electron microscope, rope, and a piece of paper." Mario responded. "Whoa! That sounds interesting!" Toad said. "Well then! Follow me!" said Mario. "OK?" Toad stated back. For some reason, for him, it was going to be a very long day..
