This is my first fan fic, so I would appreciate some constructive criticism. I tried to make this as perfect as possible, but it still needs work. I love Mario and SpongeBob, so I thought, "Hey, why not combine the two?" So I did! My next story will be much better, so don't hate me! Well, here goes!
Disclaimer: I don't own Mario or this episode of SpongeBob or any related topics. I do own my own ideas though, so hands off! (evil laugh)
Band Geeks: Mushroom Kingdom Style!
"Squeak, honk, squeak!" were the sounds that emitted from Bowser's clarinet. He finally got a few solid notes out when a knock was heard at the castle doors. Bowser threw his clarinet at the stone walls of his chambers and went downstairs. He cracked the door open and growled, "What do you want?"
A short toadstool answered, "Uh, we're from the pet hospital down the street, and we understand you have a dying animal on the premises." The other toadstool standing next to him nodded, bearing a goofy grin. Bowser roared a tremendous growl and charred the two toadstools with his fire breath, sending them both running down the street, screaming and fanning their behinds. The smell of burnt mushrooms wafted through the air. Bowser smirked.
His smile faded when he heard the echoing ring of the downstairs telephone. Bowser stomped to the phone and crammed it to his ear, saying, "Hello. You've reached the house of unrecognized talent. Please start after the—" and he ended his sentence with a squeak from his clarinet.
"Sounds like you have a dying animal to attend to, eh, old chum?" said the voice on the other end.
Bowser gasped. "Bowsero Fancyson from band class?" he managed to say.
"That's right. Last I heard, you were an evil mastermind who was trying to find every way possible to take over the Mushroom Kingdom, but failed every time!"
"Uh...kinda. How's the unibrow?"
"It's big and valuable. I'm the leader of a big, fancy band now, and we're supposed to play the Mushroom Bowl next week."
"The muhmuhmuh, the muhmuhmuh, the muhmuhmuh," Bowser sputtered.
"That's right. I'm living your dreams, Bowser. The problem is, I'll be busy next week and can't make it, so I was hoping you and your band could cover for us."
"Uhhhh...."
"I knew it! You don't even have a band!" Bowsero cackled. "Well, I'll let you get back to your failures—"
"Hold it!" Bowser exploded. "It just so happens that I'm not a failure, I do have a band, and we're gonna play that Mushroom Bowl! How do ya like that, Fancy-boy?"
"Good luck next Tuesday," Bowsero said. "I hope the audience brings lots of...ibuprofen!" Before Bowser could respond, Bowero hung up, leaving Bowser with a mixture of rage and confusion.
"I gotta drum up a marching band fast!" he said as he shook his head. "Hehe, drum, hehe, band humor, hehe."