[The curtain slowly drifts open, and the lights dim.]
{Musical overture begins}
A lone figure stood center stage in the darkness.
[A spot light turns on, illuminating them.]
The figure was Mario, and he turned to face the audience. Then he sang.
It's a me...
Mario...
The only one I know...
All alone... in this world
Every day I a walk along
But it always feels a so wrong
The creatures aren't a like me...
They think i'm a unsightly...
I just a do not belong
It's a time for a change
I must a go...
I always let a people down
Everyone in every town
Like a toad saying the princess
Is in another castle now...
Please forgive me, everyone...
Mario solemnly starts to walk off stage right, but Luigi runs on stage. Luigi begins to sing.
Mario, wait! Our story's just begun!
Brothers a stick together
Like a spaghetti and the weather
Mario raises and eyebrow, but turns back to face Luigi. Luigi continues to sing.
Maybe we don't belong here
But where else could a we belong?
Our days aren't filled with cheer
And I know each 8 bit note of the song
But we can't just leave behind
Our life in the mushroom land
We can't a just leave behind
to start a mariachi band
We can't just leave behind
To become some type writer
We can't just leave this behind
To become a famous painter
We are stuck for now...
With no warp pipe out...
But If we stick together-
Mario joined Luigi in song.
Like a spaghetti to the weather
We can make it through
It's just a me
And a you...
Everybody knows...
It's just me and you
The Super Mario Bros...
They stopped singing, and looked down. Mario pulled Luigi into a hug.
"Luigi..." Mario spoke softly.
"Yes, Mario?"
"How on earth does a spaghetti stick to the weather?"
"I don't know Mario..." Luigi laughed, "It was all I could think of that a rhymed."
Mario shook his head, "That's a silly, Luigi."
"I know."
The brothers smiled at each other, but sighed.
[The lighting changed to blacklights. Fog drifted onstage.]
A strange voice spoke, echoing throughout the theatre.
"What if I told you... all your wildest dreams can come true?"
Mario and Luigi looked at each other, fearful.
"What would you be willing to sacrifice to escape this life?" The voice was ominous.
"Anything." The Mario Bros. spoke in unison.
"That will do just fine..." The voice began to laugh.
[A huge white glove swooped down, grabbing Mario and Luigi. The glove carried them offstage. The lights faded and the curtains pulled closed. End of Scene 1.]