"So that's how we're gonna do it," Wendy said, placing her hands on her hips.

"I love it!" Larry exclaimed. He leapt to his feet, and turned to face his sister. "So, Wendy? When are we gonna make our move? It's still before mirnight, but the time is ticking."

"My thoughts exactly. I wanna take care of this before tomorrow morning. Lemmy and I previously scheduled a gaming marathon for tomorrow," Iggy stated.

"We can go right now if you guys want to. The only problems, though, are the facts that we don't have any shears and that we don't know how we're gonna catch Ludwig off guard," Wendy responded.

"What do you mean off guard?" Larry questioned.

Iggy and Wendy both quickly turned their heads to look at him. They then looked at each other, and then back at Larry. Wendy smacked Larry in the head. As you say on the floor, rubbing his head, Larry heard Iggy laugh mockingly at him. "What?" Larry asked, annoyed.

"Ludwig's hair is his most prized possession, so he would be furious if we were to get rid of it. That's what we want, of course, but we have to make sure we can actually succeed. Catching him off guard seems to be the easiest way to do that," Iggy answered. "By the way, I laughed at you because I found your pain funny."

Larry jumped forward, and smacked Iggy across the face, sending the latter's glasses flying. "Was that funny?" Larry taunted. Iggy bared his claws at Larry.

"Do you get it now, Larry?" Wendy asked.

Larry nodded to her in a dumb way. Wendy rolled her eyes at him. Iggy stood to his feet. "Come on, you guys! I can probably just make a razor! I'll need some time, though, so you two should find something else to do," Iggy said to them. He walked over to the door, and opened it. "It shouldn't be long. I'd say it'll take about two hours."

"There are two problems with that statement. Number one, two hours is too long long to wait. Number two, I wanna help," Larry whined.

Wendy put her hand over Larry's mouth. Larry tried to pull her hand away, but Wendy reacted by grabbing it with her other hand. Larry attempted to throw her to the floor. He shook vigorously. Wendy was thrown to the floor. She glared at Larry, and was about to punch him when they heard the noise of Wendy's door being closed.

Wendy got up, and jumped on her bed. She lazily laid on her covers, and rested her head on her pillow. Wendy then reached in the direction of her table. The T.V. remote was there, so Wendy brought it onto the bed. She quickly turned the T.V. on.

"What are you watching?" Larry asked, still sitting on the floor.

"It's none of your business, Larry, so leave me alone," Wendy coldly responded, not even facing her youngest brother. She turned to face him, and Larry saw that she was annoyed with his presence now that Iggy was gone. "I'm not even watching this. It just happened to be on."

"Can I watch something I like?" Larry whined, getting on Wendy's nerves even further.

"If you want to watch a show you like, you might as well go to your room. This is my room, as you can clearly see, so I won't be changing the channel anytime soon," Wendy responded, pressing a button on the remote.

"But you just did," Larry said.

"Huh?"

Larry pointed at the T.V. "When you pressed the button on the remote, you changed the channel. I'm surprised someone such as you didn't realize it, but you did just change the channel. You can't evem deny that."

"I was talking about not changing it for you, you idiot!" Wendy yelled.

"You didn't make that clear!" Larry roared back at her.

"I shouldn't have needed to! I thought you were smart enough to figure something like that out on your own! Apparently, I thought wrong!" Wendy retorted.

"Don't question my intelligence!" Larry yelled at Wendy.

Wendy then sighed. She closed her eyes, and then reopened them. "Look, Larry, why don't we try something else? If you shut up and stop being so random, I will get back to watching my show like I intended to do in the first place. Deal?" Wendy asked with a tired expression. She held out her hand.

"Sounds good to me," Larry answered, holding out his hand. The two siblings shook each other's hands, and left each other alone.

Wendy then got back go watching T.V. while Larry sat on Wendy's carpeted floor, eyeing the T.V. with a bored expression. He eventually got bored of this, so he started to go over to one of Wendy's drawers. He hoped to find some sort of magazine or something, but didn't even get the chance to.

"Larry, what are you doing? You don't go rummaging around in a lady's drawers, you pervert!" Wendy yelled, giving Larry an infuriated look.

"Wha-? No!" Larry exclaimed. "I would never do something like that! I was just looking for some magazines! You seemed to be too busy watching T.V., so I thought I'd move without permission." Wendy gave Larry a look that made him be specific. "I was looking for a sports magazine! That's all!"

Wendy rolled her eyes, then set her eyes on her T.V. once again. "Yeah, right...pervert." She said the last part very softly, but it was still loud enough for Larry to hear. She had planned on this.

"For the last time, I would never do that! I just happened to be searching through the wrong drawer! I'd do this to any girl, especially not you!" Larry told Wendy. He then instantly regretted the last thing he had said.

"What are you trying to say?" Wendy demanded, leaping off her bed. She walked over to Larry and stood at her full height, which was greater than his.

"Wendy, I didn't mean anything by that! I just said that last bit because you're my sister!" Larry tried to explain, holding up his hands in defense.

Wendy loomed over him, causing the latter to shrink in fear. Wendy put her clawed finger to Larry's chest, and spoke very coldly. "That's not what it sounded like to me." Larry gulped.

"Hey! Wendy? Larry? Have any of you seem Lemmy around her-?" Roy asked, opening the door. His question was cut short by the violent image that stood before him.

Larry was laying on Wendy's carpeted floor, on his back. Wendy was sitting on his plated stomach, swinging at him. Larry was using his arms to cover his face, but he was still receiving pain from Wendy's swift punches. He saw Roy through a small gap in his protective barrier.

"Roy! Help me! Wendy's gone crazy again!" Larry loudly pleaded to Roy.

"How dare you call me crazy, you pessimistic little bug! I'll crush you twice as fast just for that!" Wendy yelled, beginning to kick at Larry's sides. Larry winced in pain, but his arms were already occupied.

"Easy, Wendy! Calm down," Roy cooly said to his sister. He then jogged over to them, and proceeded to easily lift Wendy off of Larry. Wendy tried to get down to the ground so she could attack Larry again, but Roy held her back. "Calm down. Whatever Larry said, he already regrets it. In fact, I'd bet money that he's ready to apologize."

Wendy then calmed down. She jumped down to the floor, and folded her arms, looking on as Larry rubbed each of his sore arms. The youngest Koopaling then stood to his feet. He gave Wendy an apologetic gaze. "I'm sorry, Wendy. I didn't mean to offend you," he said.

"I'm sorry, Larry. I didn't mean to overreact," Wendy said. The two siblings then performed an awkward sibling hug, then turned their attention to Roy. "What's up, Roy? What brings you here?"

Roy shrugged his shoulders. "It's nothing, really. Iggy is just making a lot of noise in his room, and I want it to stop. I tried to call him, but that made me realize he was using the headphones he bought from me. Soon after giving up, I realized that the only one who k re the password to his room was Lemmy. I looked in the little clown's room, but couldn't find' em. I looked in all the other rooms too."

"The reason Iggy's making so much noise is that he's making some shears," Wendy said.

"Shears? What for?"

"Well, I-."

"We're gonna use the shears Iggy's gonna make to get rid of Ludwig's hair!" Larry blurted. Wendy hit him in retaliation, and Larry moaned in pain.

"You guys go ahead. I won't stop you. If you think it's a good idea, you might as well go through with it. Like I said, I won't get in your way," Roy said.

"Really?" Wendy asked, narrowing her eyes at her older brother.

"Really. I swear," Roy said, placing his hand on his chest.

"That's neat, but why don't you wanna help us?" Larry asked.

"It's not my fight," Roy responded. "Anyways, now that your side of this meeting is over, it's time for mine. Have you seen Lemmy?"

"No, but he might be downstairs," Wendy responded.

"Alright then, let's go!" Roy yelled.

"Follow me," Larry said to his older siblings. He then exited Wendy's room, and they began to creep down the hallway.

Upon reaching the stairs that led to the lower floor, they began to silently walk down them. The three of them moved without emitting a single sound, which allowed them to ease themselves down the stairs without trouble. Once they reached the mid-way mark of the stairs, they sat down.

They looked over to where the living room couch was, and only saw Ludwig and Morton sitting on it. The two of them were facing away from them, apparently oblivious to their presences. Ludwig and Morton appeared to be watching one of their favorite movies. This movie also happened to be among Larry's favorites, and Roy and Wendy had to quickly and quietly prevent him from joining them.

Larry began to squirm even more. It was getting to the point where his struggle was now audible. Due to the probability of Ludwig or Morton turning around, Wendy began to go back to her room. As she crept up the stairs, she waved to Roy. The latter lifted Larry, and placed him underneath his left arm. Roy brought Larry into Wendy's room.

As soon as he closed the door, Roy collapsed, causing Larry to become trapped underneath Roy's large body. Larry's limbs began to jerk around wildly, only for his pleas to be ignored. He eventually gave up, and proceeded to lay there, defeated.

Wendy was sitting hunched over on the edge of her bed. She was now breathing calmly, and her heart rate had slowed down. Wendy soon became sore from this position, so she threw herself backwards, and laid on her bed, sprawled across it.

After laying on the floor, and also Larry, for quite some time, Roy became hot. Gradually, he lifted himself up to his feet. He heavily trudged over to his sister's bed. Roy leapt stomach-first onto the bed. Roy's weight was enough to send Wendy flying off the bed once he landed. Wendy landed on the floor, where she was too tired to immediately rise. She did rise about thirty seconds later. Wendy climbed onto her bed. She was too uncomfortable with her shoes on, so she took them off. She began to weakly kick Roy over and over again, trying to make him get off of her bed.

She soon realized she was too tired to make it actually happen, so she just lay on the bed. She soon felt the presence of another person on the bed, and she raised her head to see Larry laying on his stomach, his arms outstretched. Wendy was too tired to make him move.

Roy, Wendy, and Larry soon drifted off to sleep. They were all exhausted from the nerve-wrecking attempt they had made to find Lemmy. They had seen Ludwig and Morton downstairs on the couch, so they had decided to go back upstairs. The problem wasn't Morton. It was Ludwig. The latter had most likely already thought Wendy was plotting something. If he had caught her, Roy, and Larry spying on them from the stairs, his thoughts would have been proven correct. The three siblings hadn't seen Lemmy with them on the couch, so he was either in the basement, or somewhere else downstairs.

They needed to find him so Iggy would stop making couch loud noises, but they were far too tired as of now. They were far too tired to sneak past Ludwig and Morton for a second time. They were far too tired to try to rise period. They were also far too tired to hear the sound of Wendy's door opening. Near the end of the hour of one o'clock, Iggy entered Wendy's room.

"I've finished the shears, you guys! I had only planned on being accompanied by Wendy and Larry, so I didn't make one for you, Roy. For Wendy and Larry, I have their shears," Iggy said, handing a shear to Wendy, and then another one to Larry.

"It's fine, Iggy. I was planning on helping out anyway," Roy responded to his lanky brother.

"Huh? Why not?" Iggy questioned, turning to face him.

"It's not my fight, if you know what I mean. I love a good fight, but with family, I like to avoid it if it doesn't involve me. With you guys and Ludwig, though, it's your fight," Roy explained. "Since I'm not helping out but I did hang out with them during your absence, I think I'll hang around here until you guys get back."

"That's fine, but you better not lay on my bed while we're gone. You may have saved Larry earlier, but I don't think anyone's gonna save you once I see your outline on my bed!" Wendy yelled.

Roy stepped forward, and patted Wendy on the head. This left Wendy more annoyed than confused, and she looked up at Roy. "Don't worry, little sis. I'll try to stay off the bed, but we both know I won't," Roy said.

Wendy growled at him. Larry jumped on her back, and covered her mouth. "Enough of that Wendy, we gotta go before Ludwig comes after us." Wendy calmed down, and Larry jumped off her back. Larry took his hands away from Wendy's mouth before clapping in the air. "Alright, guys! Let's go!"

"Good luck, guys," Roy said, watching his younger siblings as they exited the room.

In the hallway, Iggy, Wendy, and Larry walked side-by-side, shears in hand. The three of them were slowly making the short journey downstairs to accomplish the important task.

"What's the plan?" Wendy asked.

"We rush him. I'm faster than Ludwig, so it should be easy," Iggy responded.

"Don't forget about Morton. He's down there too, and Ludwig might try to get him on his side," Wendy stated. "None of us are anywhere near Morton's strength."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Larry said.