Larry's birthday had just passed and it was like any other day at the castle. His siblings were doing whatever, while Larry sat in his room observing one particular present he had just received. He got it from Kamek, the royal advisor and the highest ranking Koopa, only to be topped by Bowser, Jr, and the Koopalings of course. It was a football helmet. For the most part it was white but it had a sky blue stripe from the front all the way to the back with orange lining on both edges of the stripe. It had a medium star on the left side, similar to the star tattoo he sported on the left side of his head. There was also a hole on top of the helmet that was large enough for his tall sky blue hair to stick out through. He tried it on and it felt a little bit big, but you know, he'll grow into it.
He never actually played a lot of football, despite being the sports enthusiast in the family. He decided that he'll begin today, but where to start? Roy was familiar with aggressive sports, maybe he could help. So he made his way to his brother's room.
He approached the door of Roy's room and raised his hand to knock. Loud rock music is heard from inside. He knocks. No answer. He knocks louder. Still nothing. Whelp, may as well call him.
"YO ROY! CAN I COME IN?!" Larry yells at the door. The music stops and footsteps are heard. The door swings open and Roy stands there impatiently.
"What do you want, twerp?" He asks, crossing his arms.
"Don't call me a twerp." Larry huffs at first. "I want you to teach me how to play football." Roy's mood almost immediately changed upon hearing this.
"Football, eh? Ya sure ya can handle a sport that rough, baby bro?" Roy teases, pinching Larry's cheek. He swats his hand away.
"I CAN handle it Roy. Don't baby me like that." He huffs getting a little more annoyed.
"Alright, alright. No need t'get all huffy about. C'mon. Follow me." He begins leading Larry towards the stairs. They pass Morton's room and Roy calls him. Morton was about to start yammering on, until Roy cut him off.
"We're teaching the twerp football, c'mon." Morton nods and also comes along. They made their way downstairs and into the front yard.
"Ok, listen up 'cause I ain't repeating myself. Alright, twerp?" Roy starts off. Larry sulks, but nods. He plops himself in the grass and Morton drops himself beside him. Roy begins explaining the basics of football.
The following few hours, Roy began training him. He taught him about tackling, running while avoiding getting taken down, and many other aspects of the sport. Larry learned fast and quickly got most of the rules and physical parts of the game down. The only thing he couldn't do was the tackle, since he was still quite small. No matter, that would come later. Since he already had the athletic build he was set to go.
"I'm surprised you got it so fast, twerp. I would've thought you'd give up." Roy stated through several pants. He drops into the grass.
"Well what can I say? I'm a fast learner AND good at sports." Larry huffs proudly, placing his hands on his hips. Roy laughs and pulls the helmet down over Larry's eyes.
"Whatever, twerp!" He gets up. "You can go do whatever, I guess. I'll set ya up with a team. You start tomorrow, alright?" Larry pushes the helmet back up and glares, but nods as well.
Football starts tomorrow, so it was best to rest up. He spent the rest of the afternoon chilling and working on songs for Electrodrome.
Elsewhere, Roy was chilling with a bunch of friends. They were Chargin' Chucks; each had their own distinguishing feature, whether it'd be their hair, the style of their shell or the shade of blue on their legs and sleeves.
"Y'know, ever since Charlie left the team, it hasn't been the same." One of them started off. "We could really use you as a player, Roy."
"Nah, man. Y'know I can't, Chance." Roy frowns. "I got other things going on and I really can't play right now. Y'know I would if I could."
"Yeah, man. I feel you..." Chance sighs. "But we really need a new quarterback and we really can't find anyone. If we don't get a new player, we can't play this this season."
Roy sighs. He loved these guys, but he really couldn't play this time around. What could he do to help? Wait... Maybe he could... He is still little, but he's smart, fast, and can manage a team well.
"I've got a solution, but I'll tell you guys tomorrow!" He gets up and starts heading home.
"Can't you tell us today?!" One of them called.
"No, but I can show you tomorrow!" He calls back, still going.
They were sure in for a big, yet small surprise.