AUTHOR'S NOTE: I always seem to put these notes at the beginning of my stories, don't I? At any rate, I abstained from creating this story because I was currently working on four stories at once. But I noticed that my most recent story, Age of Bowser, was doing very poorly. Thus, I deleted it, and I'm replacing that fourth slot with this. Believe me, this story should be a lot more interesting. (It would appear that I do humor better than a serious story.)

Think of this as a sequel to Luigi's Mansion As Told By King Boo. It happens not longer after, as you will see....

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The Boos. You are familiar with these creatures. They are ghosts. When you think of ghosts, what else do you think of? You think of frightening monsters, sneaking in the dark, stealing the souls of innocent people. Nightmarish creatures of terrible power. You fear them.

Believe me, there is nothing to fear with these two ghosts.

"Hey, LimBooger, wanna hear a joke?"

"No, I don't."

"A witch walks into a bar...."

"I said no, Boo B. Hatch!"

"--And then she says, 'Bartender, why is there a stick on the floor?' And then the bartender says--"

"SHUT UP, BOO B. HATCH!!!"

These two Boos are LimBooger and Boo B. Hatch. Meet LimBooger. The unofficial head of the talent-less duo, LimBooger thinks before he acts. And as such, he is the wrong partner for Boo B. Hatch, who is insane. Boo B. Hatch cannot sit still. You may think, "Why does LimBooger hang out with Boo B. Hatch?" Because somebody has to look after him, and that somebody is LimBooger. It is not fun.

These two Boos were one of fifty underlings of the infamous King Boo. The ghoulish baddie has been sucked up by none other than Luigi, however, and is stuck in a picture in an eccentric professor's gallery. Luigi is, of course, Mario's little brother. LimBooger and Boo B. Hatch were part of a trick to lure Mario and Luigi to their dooms in a haunted mansion. They were sucked up along with King Boo.

So, before the humorless joke, there was an escape. Let us review that escape.

LimBooger was inside an Anti-Ghost Solid Object Transversion Safety Containment Jar in Prof. Gadd's laboratory. Since the professor's senseless title makes it hard to understand its properties accurately, the jars have been developed so that ghosts can't pass through them. At this point, LimBooger was very cramped in the jar and wishing that he got the cozy portrait the Portrait Ghosts had. Boo B. Hatch was in a similar jar on the shelf opposite.

"COULD THIS BE ANY MORE BORING!?!" LimBooger shouted. "Seriously, where is that professor!?! Give me a magazine! Any magazine! Okay, not any magazine, but give me something to do, honestly!"

"We could play the Place Game again," Boo B. Hatch suggested eagerly.

A series of moans and groans came from all the other jars around the room.

"Oh, please."

"Not again."

"I'd rather remain Boored."

"Actually, it sounds pretty fun."

"Shut up, Boolicious."

"Okay," Boo B. Hatch went on, regardless. "When I say the name of a place, you have to come up with the name of a place that starts with the letter my place ended with! Ready? Shiver City!"

Silence. Either nobody was participating, or they couldn't think of a place that started with Y.

"Oh, come on!" Boo B. Hatch complained. "It can't be that hard! Yoshi's Island!"

"Nobody wants to play, Boo B. Hatch!" LimBooger shouted. He sighed. "We should think of a way to get out of here. Anybody got any ideas?"

"We could grow laser vision and burn a hole through the jars."

"No, we couldn't, TamBoorine. ...Wait! I've got it! I'll just knock the jar off the shelf with my weight, and it'll shatter!"

LimBooger shifted his weight back, then leaned forward. The jar rocked slightly. He tried again. Now the jar was wobbling furiously. With a final push, the jar fell off the shelf and landed with a unique sound on the floor:

THUNK.

"Did it work, LimBooger?"

"No, but I think I just got a concussion."

"Great! I'm coming down, too!" Boo B. Hatch yelled.

"It didn't work, Boobers! Don't come down!"

Despite LimBooger's desperate use of Boo B. Hatch's nickname, the crazy Boo knocked his jar off and landed with another CLUNK on the ground. Silence filled the room.

"Now what, LimBooger?" someone behind and above LimBooger asked.

"I haven't the foggiest idea. ...Wait! What about one of the professor's machines!?! I'm sure they can smash the jars!"

"Yes, but there's one problem with that, Limby," another Boo said. "There are no stinkin' machines in here!"

"But there are out there," LimBooger said. At this point, Luigi still had not faced off against King Boo or sucked up all the Boos. "We wait for E. Gadd to come in here with another Boo--because, believe me, I don't think King Boo stands a chance, but don't tell him I said that--and then we'll roll right out. We'll have to move quickly and find something to bash us free."

Such a thing happened sooner than any of them expected it too. The steel door on the opposite end of the narrow, stone room opened, and in walked the tiny professor.

"Ah! My jars have fallen!" he exclaimed in his high-pitched voice.

"So much for that idea," LimBooger murmured.

"Wait! These are just the Boos I wanted to see!" E. Gadd said. "LimBooger and Boo B. Hatch, I believe. Yes. Now it is time to study if some Boos really are smellier than others and what goes on through a crazy Boo's brain!"

"It's just a superstition!!!" LimBooger shouted through the thick glass. "My name has nothing to do with my hygiene!"

"Yeah, it does!" Boo B. Hatch yelled.

"Nobody asked you!"

The arguing continued as the professor picked the two jars up and carried them out of the room. He set them on a desk next to a thick machine. The machine was cold, polished, shiny steel and completely square. About forty-six different buttons were on the side.

"Uh, what's that?" LimBooger asked sheepishly.

"It's my Multiple Ghost Brain-Scanning Highly-Intelligent Artificial Comparison Machine! It can pick out any difference between ghosts, right down to their fingerprints!"

"We don't have fingerprints," LimBooger stated.

"Hmm...I may need to rethink my planning a bit more. But this is an incredible scientific discovery! Ghosts do not have fingerprints! Or, is it just Boos that don't have fingerprints? Too confusing! I must--"

During the middle of the professor's scientific rant, something buzzed in his pocket. He pulled out the Game Boy Horror, a handheld device that allowed communication between Luigi and E. Gadd, and started talking. He turned his back to the two ghosts.

"Okay, here's our chance," LimBooger whispered. "He's not looking. We'll roll over to the Ghost Portrificationizer, activate it, and have it crush our jars! After that, we'll escape! Got it?"

"...Huh?"

"Gah! You--" LimBooger glanced nervously at the professor, who was jabbering some piece of advice he'd already told to Luigi nine times--he had counted--and still not looking. LimBooger quickly repeated the message. This time, Boo B. Hatch understood. He rolled his jar off the desk, pausing to see if the sound made the professor turn and look. It didn't. Another clunk told him that Boo B. Hatch had come down as well. He rolled over to the huge rig, the Ghost Portrificationizer, and realized that the machine was up off the ground. A hitch in the plans.

"We need to get up there somehow," LimBooger said. "And we need to do it quickly. What can get us up there?"

"A cannon."

"Be realistic! There isn't a cannon here!"

"Yeah, there is, Mr. Blind Guy."

LimBooger looked around angrily. To his surprise, there was a miniature, high-tech cannon behind him. He rolled over to it quickly, then pushed himself into the hole.

"I'm going to guess there's a button on this thing. Press it!"

"This button?"

The cannon raised upwards.

"No, not that one! Maybe there's another one!"

The cannon lowered.

"Dang! Check for more buttons!"

"Wait! Wait! The professor's belly button! I've got it!"

"No! He's gotta be done talking by now! Look for another button!"

"And remember, Luigi," E. Gadd said, "the plants in the mansion like to be watered, so take some time to do that, okay, sonny?"

"Yes, professor," came the bored reply from the Game Boy Horror. "Can I go live a life now?"

"Yes! Now go find more Boos!"

"Aw, man! How do you make this stupid thing FIRE!?!" Boo B. Hatch shouted, exasperated.

At the mention of the word "fire," the cannon went off. In less than a hundredth of a second, LimBooger wound up on the opposite wall. The glass shattered so hard, the shards crumbled into pieces the moment they hit the other walls.

"First a concussion, and now this," LimBooger complained.

"Ah! My Boos!" came a high-pitched shriek.

"Uh-oh. BOO B. HATCH! I'M COMING, BOY!"

Before the professor could reach the jar, LimBooger swooped down, snatched the jar, and went through the other wall. When he looked in his hands, he realized that glass does not, in fact, go through walls. Panicked, he flew back in and saw E. Gadd holding Boo B. Hatch's jar.

"Look, there goes Elvis!" LimBooger shouted, pointing behind Prof. Gadd. The tiny man turned and looked instinctively. LimBooger snatched Boo B. Hatch again and went out the door this time.

"Stop! The ghosts!"

He was too late. LimBooger was far, far away, looking for some sturdy object to bash the jar open. About twenty minutes later, when he was sure he was safe, LimBooger set the jar down.

"I'm going to get you out, Boobers," he muttered. "Now, time to find a rock. One a lot bigger than your brain."

"Like that big rock over there?"

"But not bigger than your observance, it seems. That rock will do."

LimBooger hovered over to a large rock. He picked it up--it was heavier than it looked--and hovered high into the air over the jar.

"Ready?"

"Ready! Bring it on! I can--"

That was all Boo B. Hatch got out before a huge rock squashed him.

Half an hour later, when Boo B. Hatch regained consciousness, they decided to talk about what to do. Which is about when the stupid joke came up. And the topic of their conversation was....

What now?