Chapter Two
Meet the Twins
Note: In this story, Iggy and Lemmy closely resemble the Hip and Hop from the cartoons. Lemmy likes to eat like a hog; Iggy is crazier and apparently more retarded. They are six years old in this story; if you want their ages relative to the other characters, check my bio.
(Disclaimer: I only own Fart).
Fart was swallowed by the eagle head and puked up by a Bowser head. It looked like he was in one of King Koopa's luxury parlors: velvet cushioned furniture, handsome red rug, black and white tiled floor, chandelier, fireplace right under the Bowser head. No lava in here.
Niice. I could get used to this. But first I need to find food.
Fart peered cautiously through the door. He found himself in a brightly lit hallway with rows and rows of doors and lava glowing underneath the mesh floor, partially visible underneath the luxury carpets.
The door across from him suddenly opened and Fart was face-to-face with a pair of young Koopas – judging by their sturdy build, sharp teeth and prickly shells, they were of the same race of Koopa as Bowser and therefore his children. They both had rainbow-colored mohawks. The smaller one was balancing atop a ball; the larger one needed braces and wore thick glasses with swirly marks painted over them.
Fart quickly slammed the door and attempted to retreat into the Bowser head. He was able to fit inside, but he couldn't get back into SubCon. The potion wore off. Dammit.
The Koopa kids opened the door and went looking around. The one with the glasses tripped over his own feet and his glasses fell off. In his attempt to find them, he bumped into his brother's ball, causing him to lose his balance and fall on top of the glasses.
"Here, Iggy, here are your glasses!" But Iggy was running around in circles, shouting, until he eventually crashed into the other one.
Fart watched them with amusement. Fools. Retards. This will be reeeal easy.
Once Iggy got his glasses back on he turned immediately to the Bowser head and peered inside.
"Peekaboo" said Fart.
Iggy screamed and ran into his brother. They both retreated into their shells.
"Aww, come on, Iggy, there's no reason to be scared of your Uncle Fart."
"Uncle?" The twins popped their heads out and stared at Fart.
"Yep. How else would I know your names? You must be Iggy, and you must be…"
"Lemmy", said the smaller Koopaling.
"Gimme a hug, boys!"
Iggy and Lemmy ran up to hug their "uncle".
Chapter Three is coming up right away! Spring break for me, so I got tons of spare time! I think I'll write it right now…