"Oh NEESS!" Falco angrily tore through the double doors of Smash Mansion and stomped to the dining room table. "Where are you, tubby?"
The azure feathered brawler frantically searched every corner of the dining room but to his disappointment, he found no baseball-capped boy.
"I know you're hiding…" Falco sang sarcastically as he peered underneath the long dining table.
As Falco began to crawl underneath the table searching for his first suspect, a series of heavy footsteps entered the room.
"What-a is you a looking for-a down there-a?" A thick Italian accent questioned as Falco crawled out from the darkness underneath the table and back to the flouresent lighting of the room.
As the blue-feathered male looked up, he stared upon a man with a heavy potbelly, tight fading blue overalls, and a thick black mustache. "Ello, Its-a me, Maa…"
"I know who the heck you are." Falco spat out angrily as stood beside the Nintendo's famous plumber. "I need to know where…"
The blue-feathered male's left eye began to twitch in anger. "What the f—k…" Falco Lombardi balled fists at his sides as he glared upon the tell tale stain upon Mario's chin.
"What?" Mario asked grinning.
Falco completely lost all senses as he let out a battle cry and quickly flung himself over the chubby plumber.
Mario helplessly began to take in the angered Falco's blows consecutively.
"Hold it!" A light and delicate voice was heard from within the entrance of the dining room that made Falco stop punching Mario.
The beautiful princess of the Mushroom Kingdom slowly and gently began to approach Mario and Falco who were sprawled on the floor.
"What do you think you are doing?" Peach scolded Falco. "Why are you beating up my Potbelly Roast?"
"That's-a what I'd like to know-a!" Mario spat harshly.
"Because YOU ate my double chocolate fudge CAKE!" Falco bellowed. He pointed to the stain that still clung to Mario's chin.
"It isn't-a what it looks-a like!" Mario frantically cried.
"Oh no?" Falco rolled his eyes.
"No…it's not." Peach said monotone. "I'm making Mole Poblano for dinner. It's a really great Mexican dish I thought you would all enjoy tonight and I gave Mario a little taste."
"Prove it!" Falco demanded.
"Try it…" Peach dared.
Falco's blue feathers swiped the remaining brown smudge from Mario's chin and licked it off his blue-feathered wing.
He savored the taste for a moment then swallowed nervously.
"Hey, this Mole Poblano isn't at all that bad." Falco told Peach.
"Really?" She sang happily. "I bet you can't wait until dinner time now!"
"I really can't." Falco grinned.
"Now apologize to Mario."
Falco bowed his head toward Mario's direction.
"I'm sorry, Mario." He said softly. "But really…neither of you have seen my…"
"Nope." Peach said quickly. "We haven't even been outside."
"Alright…I'm going to go now…" Falco blushed in embarrassment.
"And next time, don't go off blaming-a innocent people-a for nothing-a." Mario ordered.
"I won't." Falco promised. "Next time, I'm sure I'll find the culprit."
If it wasn't Mario and it wasn't Peach...who could it be?
You may or may not find out...next time.
Thanks for reading! :]