= This is around 22 years- give or take a few- after Super Paper Mario. The kids mentioned are probably around 14/15-ish. =

- I will not be writing Mario and Luigi's accents because I fail at them. Epicly. Also, it's my first try and Fawful Engrish and O'Chunk's way of speaking [accent?], so please either ignore the mistakes or help me with them. Thanks! -

+ [4/29/11]EDIT: Title changed to one that better suits the story planned. * Kids are around 14 or 15. And not neccesarilly all of them. +


[ Super Paper Generation ]

Prologue ⋅

"Mario! There's a letter for us; it looks very important!"

Footsteps came toward the room at a brisk pace, though still a little slow.

"Hm?"

He was handed a manila envelope with a seal keeping it closed; the seal has 'Flipside' inscribed in the middle. The former plumber slowly peeled off the silver- colored postage and opened the letter.
"Should I read it out loud?"

"Go ahead, if you like."

"Okay.
'Dear Mario and Peach,
I do know this is short notice, but I need you two to come to Flipside immediately. We will meet at the newly built meeting hall.
- Merlon'." I guess that means now, But who will watch the kids?"

"I'm sure Toad and Toadette will, they usually do." The queen answered.

"Let's leave a note, just incase. I wouldn't want them to worry."

"True. You get changed and I'll write it." She agreed.

"Okay."


"Mom! Dad! There's a letter for you!"

"Hold on, 'Ana! We'll be right there." A soft woman's voice called.

"But it looks really- h-hey! Get back here! It's floating away!"

"That would be my doing." A male's voice rang through to the kitchen.

"Oh, thanks. Don't bother to tell me! Hmpf."

"M-hm."

The child in the kitchen stomped off to her room.

"What's it for?"

"What? The letter? I don't know."

"Then open it, Blumiere!"

"Okay, okay!" 'Blumiere' slowly and carefully peeled off the silver-colored pestle and took out the note. "It reads:
'Dear Timpani and Blumiere,
I am relieved that you were able to receive this, but I cannot express my gratitude at this moment. There is an urgent situation I need to explain, and you must come now. I know this is of short notice, but please meet me at the newly built meeting hall in Flipside.
- Merlon',"

"I assume that means meet him now... What are we going to tell Tilliana? That we have to go somewhere this instant, and to stay here?"

"I suppose something of the sort would do, but how do we explain why and where we're going?"

They exchanged looks.

"Let's just leave a note."


"Mother of Miminess! There is being a letter that is addressed to the one who is you!" A bean child proclaimed, rather loudly, from the kitchen.

"Okay! Just lower your voice a bit, okay sweetie?"

"Kay of the ohs!"

"Myer, that looks great, now you can go do... um..."

"Go watch television?"

"Yea, watch television." 'Mimi' ran into the kitchen and took the envelope. She desquamated the silver stamp.

"What is that being?"

She jumped. "Fawful! Don't scare me like that!"

"I would be thinking that the one who is my wife- which is being you- would be used to the creeping around that I am doing by now."

"We'll I'm not, obviously! Make some noise when you move about!"

"I have the answering of yes. Now what is that saying?"

"This? I'll read it out loud.
'Dear Mimi,
Please meet me at the newly built meeting hall in flipside. There is important news I need to share, and you must come. I am sincerely sorry about the short notice, but this is urgent.
- Merlon'," Mimi read.
"I guess I should get going now. Will you be okay here with Fayette and Myer?"

"Yes, I will have the protection of them. You must having the leaving of right now?"

"Good! And yea, I'll see you later!"

"I have goodbyes!"


"King dad! Mail for you!"

"I'm right here." A growl came from across the room.

"Oh, right. Here."

"Hm?" He peeled the seal off the envelope; then took out the letter and read it through. "Well. How long has it been since I was there? KAMEK! KAMMY! WATCH OVER THE KIDS WHILE I'M GONE!"

"WE'RE NOT KIDS, WE'RE TEENAGERS!"

"I'm. Right. Here. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SCREAM!"

"YOU'RE SCREAMING TOO!"

"I'M KING!"

"AND I'M PRINCE!"

"I have to leave. Take care of yourselves for a change." He walked out of the room and slammed the door.

"That went well." A female voice said sarcastically.
"Shut it, Wendy."The other replied.


"Luigi; mail; for you; looks important!"

"Coming!" Footsteps; quick footsteps.

"Here."

"Thanks Daisy."

'Luigi' peeled off the silver postage and took out the paper. He read the note to himself. "Daisy, I need to go somewhere immediately. Will you be okay here?"

"Yea, I will, but where are you going? And why?" 'Daisy' asked.

"Remember that adventure I had with Mario, Peach and Bowser? The one where I had to collect pure hearts and fight off that group led by Blumiere, formerly Count Bleck? I have to go to flipside to talk to Merlon; he didn't state the reason why, just that it was urgent."

"Oh! Gotcha. We'll be fine Luigi, don't worry."

"Thanks Dai'!" Luigi kissed her cheek quickly and ran out the door.


"'Ey Nassy! Dere's a letter fer us!"

"A letter?" She walked over to the porch. "From who?"

"Dunno. I guess we gotta open it."

"Then do so O'Chunks!"

'O'Chunks' would have ripped the envelope open if Nastasia hadn't grabbed it. She peeled the postage open, careful not to tear it. She and O'Chunks read through it quickly.
"Who'll take care of Oliver and Baelie? I know they're teenagers and all, but..."

"We could send 'em wit' a note over to Mimi an' Fawful, or we could leave 'em home alone."

"I'd rather send them to Mimi. She's good with children of all ages."

"You'd better write de' note."

"Okay, you can go tell tham they'll be going over Mimi's house."

"'Kay."

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