Chapter Two: Getting Out
Daisy had plenty of servants, but unlike Peach, she didn't exactly let them do everything for her. Drible, for example, her closest servant tried his best to wait on her, hand and foot. Sometimes even literally with even massaging her feet every time she sat down. Needless to say it was creepy as all heck sometimes, and the orange monarch had had enough. All she wanted was a simple break from her constant life here, hence why she always jumped at the chance to join her friends in kart racing tournaments, soccer, baseball, tennis, golf, you name it. Everything except-of course-the actual adventures. But of course, there was always next time.
For now, the ginger sat in her kitchen, looking over a magazine. The coffee seemed to have woken her up as she looked through "Shroom's Daily" magazine, and of course, looked over the sports section. "Hm..they got a nice selection of weights there," she muttered as she looked at her right arm-her dominant arm. She was skinny, of course, but she secretly enjoyed how much that fooled people when she showed them her backhand swing that could send the likes of Bowser flying-with or without a tennis racket. "I could stand to hit the gym. Maybe beef up for the sports." Then, all the sudden, a knock at the castle's main doors. "Hm?" she mumbled as she rose from her chair, and started walking down the hall, "I wonder who that could-"
Just as suddenly, a gray and black blur from a Dry Bones whizzed past her like a bullet bill, making her spin around like a top for a moment. "Wh-oa-oa-oa!" Daisy stopped, rubbing her head. "Ugh, Drible! Really?"
The Dry Bones blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "...Please excuse me, madam Daisy. I was merely-"
She cut him off quicker than a piranha plant did its dinner. "Uh, nah. I think I can get the door, thank you very much." Rolling her eyes, she made her way over to the door to answer it as her undead servant moved out of the way. Upon opening the door, Daisy looked around. "Huh? Hellooo?" she put her hands up to her mouth to amplify her already loud voice.
"Ow! Ah, I'm down here! Quit yelling already!" a feminine voice shouted from her knees.
"Eh?" Daisy put her arms to the side, and looked down. A pink mushroom girl came into view. "Toadette!" she exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.
The mushroom girl happily obliged by jumping into Daisy's arms, and hugging her. "Hey! I'm glad to see you!"
"Aw, you too. But wait-how did you manage to get all the way out here? It's always above 90 degrees and the sun is always angr-oh god I sound like a frickin' slogan."
Toadette giggled. "Let's just say I managed to find my way…"
One hour earlier…
"Aw, c'mon. Pleeeease?!" Toadette pleaded, grovelling on her knees with her hands together. "I'll do anything!"
"
For the last time…" a Boo floating in front of her repled, "The answer is no."
Toadette got off of the cold ground, grumbling to herself. She was near Boo Forest, and was trying to gain entry to access a secret warp pipe to Sarasaland. However, she wasn't one to give up so easily. "So you mean it, huh? No way I can get in?" she asked as a smirk crossed her face. She was clearly planning something.
"Uh, duh!" The Boo went on, "Lady Bow wants absolutely no disturbances. She's trying to get some sleep."
"..." Toadette narrowed her eyes as she listened. All through the dark forest were the sounds of howling, screeching, and Swooper's wings flapping. "Oh yeah, that's a real good sleep melody. Kammy Koopa's raggedy singing voice is better."
"Pff. And?" The Boo smirked, "You're not getting in here."
"Oh really? What if I…" she smirked back as, from out of nowhere, she pulled out a saxophone.
"...What the frick are you doing?"
"Well since I can't go to my recital, I'll have to play it for you instead. And a 1, and a 2, and a-" she prepared to put her mouth on the reed before one of the Boo's stubby arms blocked her.
"No, don't. Please! I'm still trying to heal from a fan mark. Screw it, go ahead!" The Boo muttered as he floated to the side.
"Thank you~" Toadette grinned as she skipped happily into the forest.
Back to the present…
"Dang," said Daisy, "Sounds like my girl Toadette's learned a thing or two on how not to be pushed around."
"Uh-huh." She giggled, "So I came over to see if you wanted to go shopping and-"
The nanosecond the word "shopping" connected with her eardrums, Daisy had seemingly bolted.
"...Huh?" Toadette looked around. "Daiz? Where ya go?"
In an instant, the flower princess had exited her castle once more, and to her car wearing her usual yellow-ish top, with her orange shorts, and a purse over her shoulder that matched her clothes. "Come on, Toadette!" she shouted, waving her friend over.
Toadette squee'd and ran over with her. "I call shotgun!"
Meanwhile, Drible was making his way to the door, and stepped out onto the porch, breathing heavily. "Mad...madam Daisy….wait...why aren't you wearing your…"
"Can it, sweetie! Mama needs a new pair of everything!" Daisy grinned as she started pulling out of her driveway. "Byeee~!"
"Ugh….Drible why bother…" the Dry Bones flopped down onto the ground.