A/N: So instead of doing a third season of 'Big Brother', what I'm going to do is try and revive my first fic ever on this site! It's a little Game Show idea I came up with years ago, but I cancelled it after a few chapters once someone tried to steal my idea. So, here's hoping it works out again.
The DreamStakes!
Standing on the scalding tiles of the Delfino Airstrip, a pair of celestial siblings held a microphone apiece in their hands. One was draped in a fiery red and orange cloak, his sunny head alive with flames and heat. The other was wrapped in a cowl of blue and midnight, her crescent shaped face kind and shining in the daylight.
"I think I can see the plane, Twila!" The sunny one cried, the flames on his head dancing in excitement.
"Calm down now, Brighton," Twila said to her brother. "We have a show to host!"
Up in the clouds, a pink and white airplane zoomed towards the airstrip. It was coming from the Mushroom Kingdom, headed straight for Delfino. Aboard the plane, a host of different personalities chatted and clashed. However, all of them came together as the plane landed on the strip. They had arrived at their destination…the adventure of a lifetime awaited them.
Brighton and Twila watched anxiously as the door to the plane opened. Marking that as their cue, they began their show.
"Welcome!" Twila cried, staring into the face of a camera. "I'm your hostess Twila, and this is…"
"I'm Brighton!" Brighton cheered, intercepting Twila's speech. She shot him and annoyed glare. Cracking her knuckles, she dragged a finger across her throat. Gulping, Brighton returned the spotlight to his sister.
"As I was saying!" Twila began again. "We're here to host the country's newest reality competition show…The DreamStakes!"
"That's right!" Brighton chirped, his demeanor always sunny and bright. "We've decided to shoot in the daytime, because that's obviously the best time of…"
Cutting him off, Twila continued. "We've collected an assortment of faces you all know well…or have no clue who they are! Anyone could be stepping off this plane to take part in the race for 1,000,000 coins! Before we get to the game itself…let's meet our players!"
Stepping down off the plane, the first to emerge was none other than everyone's favorite red clad hero. With a tickle of his mustache and a well-placed "It's-a-Me!" Mario jumped down off the plane. He didn't use the stairs…which is why he crumpled to the floor in a mess of limbs and bruises.
"It's Mario folks!" Brighton cried ecstatically.
"Mamma Mia…" Mario said, out of breath from his fall. Stepping down off the plane behind him was the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom. She held an umbrella to shield her ghostly white skin from the sun.
"Mario?" She asked, seeing if the plumber was alright.
"Princess Peach, everybody!" Twila said, clapping for the monarch. However, Peach was too busy making sure Mario was ok to notice.
"Princess! Good heavens! You forgot to put on sunscreen! Do you know how harmful the UV Rays…!" An elderly toad with a brown-speckled cap bustled off the plane, waving his cane. He smashed into the princess, causing both of them to fall down the stairs and onto the crumpled body of Mario.
"Oof!" Mario screamed, but Peach just giggled while her steward fell into her lap.
"Toadsworth!" Brighton cried. "Princess' Peach's foppish old aide!"
"Eh wot!?" Toadsworth cried, hearing Brighton's description of him.
"Make way! Peasants!" Screeched the ugliest thing anyone had ever seen. Coming down off the plane was the pink horror known as Birdo. Her odd mouth squirmed around as she talked, unsettling everyone.
"Gah!?" Brighton screamed. "What the hell is that!?"
"It's Birdo!" Twila said in a cheery tone, offsetting Brighton's sheer despair. Birdo folded her arms, shooting Brighton a glare. She was too busy staring down the sunny host that she missed a step, landing on top of the princess and her advisor.
"Oh dear," Peach laughed while Toadsworth hollered in pain. Mario was still beneath them, gasping for air.
"Birdo?" A green dinosaur yelled, coming off the plane. "Don't despair! Yoshi is here!"
The green dinosaur slipped on a pair of cool shades. He gave a peace sign to the camera, doing a triple somersault and avoiding the mashed up pile of people.
"It's the King of the Mushroom Kingdom!" Brighton cheered. "Yoshi!"
"He is not the king," Twila pointed.
"I might as well be," Yoshi admitted, brushing his hands together. "I mean come on…look at these biceps baby!" He flexed for the camera, winking at Twila.
"Who ordered caviar!?" A deep voice roared, coming from inside the plane. "I hate caviar!" Following this comment was a plate that flew out of the plane, smashing against the airstrip. With heavy footfalls, Bowser stomped out of the plane.
"OMIGOD!" Twila yelped. "B-Bowser!?"
"That's right!" Bowser sneered. "Last time they had a Mario Party without me, I dumped them all in lava! Hahahaha!"
"Well…it's Bowser, everybody!" Brighton presented the evil king. Bowser was too busy basking in his own self-glory that he tripped and fell, his spiky shell landing on Peach, Toadsworth, and Birdo. His weight smashed all of them. Mario was now invisible underneath the pile of people.
"Someone help me!" Bowser whimpered. "I'm totally useless on my back like this!"
"Ok Grandma," Toadsworth said, dizzy and confused from the catastrophe. "I would love some more marmalade."
"Daddy!" A pink-shelled koopa cried, rushing out of the plane. "Are you ok!?"
"Wendy O. Ugly!" Brighton cheered.
"What!?" Wendy screamed, tripping down the stairs and stabbing her father's exposed stomach with her shell.
"Sweet Jesus!" Bowser yelped. Beneath him, everyone slipped into unconsciousness. Meanwhile, Yoshi taught a school of fish below the airstrip how to play Beetoadven's Moonlight Sonata.
"Yo…dude," a thuggish Lakitu said with a coy smirk as he floated out of the plane. His eyes were concealed by shades, and his cloud was wispy and greyish. He stumbled about, obviously impaired.
"It's like…a tropical island," he commented.
"It is a tropical island," Twila corrected. "Lakilester, everyone," she announced in a deadpan tone. Laughing for no apparent reason, Lakilester floated around aimlessly. He avoided the pile of contestants at the foot of the plane.
Exiting the plane next came a team of lumas, carrying atop their heads their mama. Platinum hair…turquoise dress…dashing earrings…it was none other than Rosalina! The princess of the cosmos gracefully descended from her ride, smiling pleasantly.
"It's such a pleasure," she said, extending her hand for Brighton to kiss it. He did so, blushing like mad.
"Rosalina…," Twila droned, not happy to see her lunar rival.
"Oh! Twila! No one told me they were having a luna-tic host the show!" Rosalina quipped. "Get it?" She asked Brighton. "Luna-tic, cause she's the moon and…"
"Kolorado!" Twila announced the next contestant, cutting off Rosalina quite viciously. The koopa bounced off the plane, his mustache abound with great mirth. Landing on top of the pile with a timed, "Tallyho!" the explorer added to the pain and misery of those banged up for the sheer fun of it.
"Make way!" A washed-up voice declared. Exiting the plane was Madame Flurrie, her coral necklace on. She danced around like a diseased goose.
"It is I!" She exclaimed. "The fabulous queen of the theatre…Madame Flurrie!"
Someone kicked her in the back, sending her sprawling into the pile of players. Sneering, none other than Wario munched on some garlic before farting on Flurrie.
"Wahahahaha! It's-a-Wario time!" Wario declared, proudly twiddling the ends of his zig-zagged mustache.
"It won't be Wario time fa long," a new voice spoke up. "You still owe da casino a hefty sum a coins, eh?"
Wario turned, eyeing Don Pianta aboard the plane.
"Now let's be rational here," Wario pleaded. "No need to be hasty…"
Don Pianta socked Wario in the gut, sending him crashing into the pile of Flurrie, Wendy, Kolorado, Bowser, Toadsworth, Mario, and Peach. They all cried out in more anguish…except those who had been knocked out.
Lakilester floated around the sky while Yoshi took his team of fish to jump through hoops made of flames.
"So far we've announced twelve contestants!" Brighton exclaimed. "Who else will step out of the plane?"
"He's gone from hosting to playing…it's MC Ballyhoo!"
"Whoa!" Ballyhoo hollered, screaming his trademark word. "The master of catastrophes is here!"
"P-please…" Wendy whimpered. "N-no…more…"
Not caring what she had to say, Ballyhoo swan dived into the pile of contestants, eliciting a raucous cry of pain.
In some undetectable language, an ugly being fit to rival Birdo swept out of the plane. She carried a goblet of wine in one hand, and pointed around with the other. Her red eyes glared down at the players.
"Oh! Princess Shroob!" Twila cried out. She fished a small metal box out of her cowl, giving it to the alien monarch once she reached the celestial host. Fastening it around her neck, Twila turned on the translator for Princess Shroob.
"Ah, much better!" Princess Shroob declared. "Now you can understand me as I deface your heritage!"
"Erm…perhaps we should have left the translator off?" Brighton guessed.
Floating out of the plane, a white orb scanned the horizon. Shielding his eyes from the intense glare, he swallowed his nerves.
"Boo!" Brighton announced.
"Eep!" Twila screamed. "Why'd you say that!?"
"No, I meant, Boo!" Brighton cried.
"Stop that!" Twila combated him.
"It's my name," Boo droned, floating down from the exit of the plane.
"Boo!" Twila announced his presence while the ghost just shook his head in self-pity.
At the exit of the plane, two elderly women were fighting to be the first out of the plane.
"I was in front of you!" An elderly Magikoopa in purple robes spat.
"You knocked out me contact!" A old Toad lady with grey curls under her yellow cap spat back. "Don't move an inch!"
The Magikoopa moved an inch. A squishing sound was heard.
"Blast it all!" The other cried. "You owe me a contact lens!"
Not having any of that, the Magikoopa shoved her out of the door. The force of the shove threw out her back, and with a cry, she too toppled onto the ever-growing pile of contestants.
"Zess T. and Kammy Koopa!" Brighton declared.
"Oh…uhm…is it ok for me to come out now?" Asked a blue-shelled Noki. She stepped down out of the plane, biting her nails.
"Oh yes!" Twila answered. "This is our completely random contestant we picked up off of the street! It's Noki!"
"I..I have a name…"
"Congratulations Noki! You're a nobody who get picked to play! How wonderful!" Brighton made his ignorance sound splendid. Sighing, Noki, whose name shall not be said, found no way to step off the plane without falling into the crowd.
"Move, squirt," a rough voice ordered. Trembling, Noki turned, looking up at the person who spoke. It was a busty woman in a scarlet dress. She looked furious.
"I said move!" Pauline screamed, kicking Noki into the crowd of bodies.
"P-pauline!" Twila announced the final contestant, trying to sound excited.
"I'm going to find Mario…" Pauline whispered to herself. "And make him mine again! There's no monkey in the way this time!" She cackled evilly, rivaling the machinations of Princess Shroob.
"Well there you have it!" Brighton announced. "After we take half of our contestants to the hospital, we'll be back for another thrilling episode of…The DreamStakes!"
"That's right!" Twila continued. "Next time, we'll split the contestants into teams, and they'll embark on their first mission throughout the streets of Delfino Plaza!"
"Who will rise and who will fall in the race for 1,000,000 coins? Find out when we return!" Twila cheered, waving goodbye alongside her brother. In the background, Yoshi had taught the fish to breathe without water, while Lakilester blew some sort of putrid smoke into the face of Rosalina. The space princess collapsed. Princess Shroob, laughing madly, dumped her wine on the fallen Rosalina.
"Yeah…," Brighton said. "Next time."
Contestants – Mario, Peach, Toadsworth, Birdo, Yoshi, Bowser, Wendy, Rosalina, Kolorado, Wario, Don Pianta, Lakilester, MC Ballyhoo, Boo, Flurrie, Princess Shroob, Zess T., Pauline, Kammy Koopa, and Noki!
Welp it was silly, but I'm having fun with this story. The chapters are shorter, the air is less serious, but it's more fun to write something you enjoy then feel as if you have to pump out another fic just because. Thanks for reading!
-AdmiralBobbery