Wendy O. Koopa was a sensible young woman. She knew that her father could find Lemmy and get him home just like he said. Still, though, she was worried. She had to wonder, was Lemmy worried too? Was he okay wherever he was? Wendy felt a sick feeling in her stomach the more she thought of what Lemmy must be going through. She thought that, if she got a little something to eat, maybe it would get rid of the uneasiness she was feeling, so she headed toward the kitchen. As soon as she entered the room, though, she found her little brother, Larry, rummaging through the cabinets looking for something.

"Larry?" Wendy called to her brother, "What are you doing?"

"Just looking for something for Iggy." Larry replied, continuing to dig around in the cabinet.

"It's so sweet that you're looking out for him," Wendy said, "He really needs it, what with his one and only twin brother missing in action."

"Uh-huh," Larry grunted, not turning from his search.

"I mean," Wendy continued, "Who knows what Lemmy could be going through right now? What if he's in real danger? What if he's hurt? It must be really hard on Iggy right now, knowing that his twin brother could be cold, hungry, and alone...or even injured!...or...worse..."

"Got it!" Larry shouted. He backed out of the cabinet lugging a huge container of vinegar with him.

"Why does Iggy need that?" Wendy asked.

"No reason," Larry replied. He grabbed a nearby bottle of glue and started out of the room. Wendy stood bewildered for a moment before shrugging the whole thing off.

"Iggy's so weird..."


"I got it, Iggy!"

Iggy whirled around to see Larry lugging a large container of vinegar in his right hand and carrying a bottle of glue in his left.

"Perfect!" Iggy said, running over to Larry and taking the vinegar from him immediately. He opened it up and poured a little of it into the test tube. He then motioned for Larry to hand him the glue.

"We only have one shot at this," Iggy muttered, "So let's hope this works..."

Iggy squeezed a small drop of glue into the solution and immediately placed the glass tube over a small burner.

"What now?" Larry asked.

"We wait," Iggy replied, "If we leave it on the burner all night tonight, it should be ready in the morning."

"All right then," Larry said, beginning to leave the room, "I guess this is good night, then. Night, Iggy."

"Wait," Iggy called to his little brother. Larry stopped short and stared back at Iggy. Iggy choked on his words for a moment before they finally came out.

"W-would you...stay with me tonight?"

"Sure, bro," Larry said with a smile. Iggy smiled back. They'd find Lemmy soon, he knew it.


"Get up, runt!"

Lemmy's eyes slowly opened. He had slept on the cold floor and he was feeling extremely stiff as a result. He looked up to see Arrow glaring at him.

"Get the *** up! We're moving out!"

"What?" Lemmy said confusedly. Arrow groaned in exasperation.

"Bruise! Get over here and throw this kid back into the truck!" Arrow called to his cohort. In a minute, Bruise strode across the room, yanked Lemmy up off of the floor, and carried him back out to the truck. Lemmy, afraid of being smacked again, especially by this musclebound lug, simply let himself be carried. Once there, Lemmy was once again tossed into the back of the truck as the doors closed. This time, though, there was light, so Lemmy could see that he was riding with Dagger and Chaos. Just then, the truck lurched forward, throwing Lemmy straight at Dagger and knocking the both of them to the floor.

"Agh!" Dagger growled, "*** kid! Watch it!" He then kicked Lemmy back across the truck. Lemmy hit the wall hard, then slid to the floor. He tried to sit up, but his pain wouldn't permit him to, so he just slumped to the floor.

"Little ***," Dagger continued.

"It's not his fault," Chaos said, "Of course, putting him down might not be that bad of an idea..."

"Shut up, Chaos," Dagger snapped, "You know that we can't be injecting the kid with anything, even narcotics."

"Why not?" Lemmy asked weakly. He was genuinely curious.

"I'm about to punch that little ***..." Dagger snarled.

"Kid's got a point, Dagger. Why can't I inject him?"

"You know this, Chaos!" Dagger retorted, "We're holding the kid captive to get a ransom from King Bowser and we can't do that if he's dead. We can't take a risk and find out he's allergic to the *** narcotic, you idiot."

"Ransom?" Lemmy mused. Didn't these people know who his father was? Didn't they know he could have the entire Koopa army on their tails in seconds?

Just then, the truck stopped. A minute afterward, the doors opened. Even though it was still dark out, he could just make out Arrow, Poison, and Bruise's figures.

"What's up?" Chaos asked.

"That *** set up truck inspection stations. You two're gonna hafta take the kid, go through the forest, and meet us on the other side."

"Just our *** luck..." Dagger cursed. Chaos pulled Lemmy up off of the floor and they, along with Dagger, exited the truck and made for the thick woods ahead.


Iggy awoke with a start. He shot up and began breathing heavily. His own soft green curls fell into his face and he could feel the sweat running down his forehead. He glanced over at the clock and saw that it was now three in the morning. In the bunk above him, Larry was still sleeping soundly. On the other side of the room, there was a soft glow coming from the electric bunsen burner that was heating up the invisibility serum.

Iggy reached for his glasses and put them on as he left the room. As he strode down the hall, he tried to forget about the nightmare he'd just awoken from. He was worried sick about Lemmy and it was beginning to affect his dreams as well.

He decided he'd go to the kitchen to get something to eat. He'd skipped dinner and his stomach was giving him heck for it now. As he entered the kitchen, he was surprised to find Roy there as well. He tried to turn back before Roy noticed him, but, just then, Roy turned around.

"What are you doing here?" Roy asked him, "Can't sleep?"

"Something like that..." Iggy replied, "What are you doing down here?"

"I come down here every night," Roy answered with a grin.

"That figures..." Iggy thought to himself.

"We just ran out of peanut butter, by the way," Roy continued. Iggy sighed. It was as if Roy had known that Iggy just wanted a quick peanut butter sandwich and finished off the peanut butter just to irk him.

"I guess I'll just have to have something else, then..." Iggy said before heading over to the pantry. He eventually decided to make himself a turkey and cheese sandwich instead, though he would have preferred peanut butter. He finished making the sandwich and was about to leave to go eat it when Roy called out to him.

"Hold up! Come sit next to me a moment."

Iggy, bewildered, took a seat next to Roy on top of the kitchen's center island.

"Look," Roy said, staring at Iggy with his intense crimson eyes, "I don't want you to go spreading this around, but...I actually really feel bad for you right now..."

"R-really?" Iggy marvelled. It was rare for Roy to show compassion toward anyone, including his siblings.

"Yeah," Roy continued, "I mean, what with Lemmy being kidnapped, you must feel pretty bad yourself...I just want you to know that, no matter what, I'm here for you."

Iggy smiled. Roy's face contorted into a disgusted grimace, much to Iggy's confusion.

"It took me a lot just to work up the courage to trust you like this," Roy scoffed, "so you better not tell anyone..."

"I won't," Iggy replied.

Roy then vaulted himself down off of the counter and retreated down the hall. Iggy soon did the same, having finished his sandwich rather quickly.

"Lemmy will be okay...Larry and I will find him...I know it."


"Such a boring job..." the Goomba lieutenant groaned, "Why are we on the graveyard shift?"

"King Bowser needs us to do this," the young Paratroopa beside him replied, "This is all about finding his lost son and you know that."

"You're chipper for it being three in the morning..." the Goomba muttered.

"I think that, if King Bowser thinks that these truck inspections will expedite the search, then I'm all in for it," the Paratroopa said.

"Typical new recruit..." the Goomba grumbled. Just then, a semi truck pulled into the inspection station. The three occupants of the cab then filed out. There were two males, one with a bright green mohawk and the other a huge musclebound man, and one female, a scantily-dressed ginger-haired girl who looked like she belonged anywhere other than the cab of a truck. The two weren't about to question them, though. Their only job was to check the back of the truck for anything suspicious. Upon opening the back of the truck, they found nothing except just a few stray papers of little importance.

"Must've just finished a delivery," the Paratroopa muttered.

"You three are good to go," the Goomba called, slamming the doors to the back of the truck shut. He and his partner then stepped aside to let the truck go ahead.

"Such a boring job..."


"So...on a scale of one to ten, about how lost are we?"

"Shut the *** up. It's too dark for this ***."

Lemmy listened to his captors argue. They had gotten themselves hopelessly lost in the dark forest.

"What time is it?"

"Almost four in the morning."

"Why not just camp out here? We can find our way much better in the morning."

"Ugh. I'll just have to call Arrow and tell him what's up."

Soon, Lemmy was tied to a small tree and Dagger and Chaos drifted off to sleep. Lemmy looked around him. The woods were thick. All around him was a vast sea of trees. Just beside him, there was a rock. On his other side, Dagger had fallen asleep against the tree that Lemmy was tied to. Lemmy found that he could move, but only to a certain extent. If he contorted his body a certain way, he could reach the rock, but what good was that going to do him? A rock wasn't going to help him out of this.

Suddenly, Lemmy was smacked in the face by a piece of paper. It was a flier for a sale at a department store. Just then, an idea hit him. He shook the piece of paper off of his face, catching it with his foot in a quick motion before it could fly away. He had seen a pen in Dagger's pocket and, with a bit more contortion, he was able to filch it without a problem. Then, after placing the paper on the rock, he used the pen in his mouth to begin writing a message.

Lemmy was glad he'd learned how to do this. A while back, he'd decided to teach himself how to write with both hands. After becoming ambidextrous, Lemmy still wanted to be able to do more, so he'd set out to teach himself how to write with the pen in his mouth. It wasn't easy, but, soon, Lemmy could write just as well with his mouth as he could with his hands. He thought it'd never come in handy, but he was glad he was wrong.

Soon, he was finished. He let the piece of paper fly off once again.

"Please...someone find me..."


Iggy awoke to the music playing from the alarm clock. He switched it off and, upon realizing that Larry was still asleep, he proceeded to grab the bed and shake it violently, jarring Larry awake in a second.

"I'm up! I'm up!" Larry shouted, "Quit it with the earthquake!"

Iggy then turned and headed toward where the serum was still boiling.

"What time is it?" Larry groaned, climbing down the ladder from the top bunk of the bed.

"It's six in the morning," Iggy replied.

"What?!" Larry cried, "Why so early?!"

"Not so loud, mushbrain! Do you want the entire castle to know we're up?!"

"No."

Larry paused before speaking again.

"Is that why we're up so early?"

"Yes," Iggy replied, switching off the burner, "We have to get out of here before anyone can take notice."

"That is, if this stuff actually works," Larry pointed out

"It'll work," Iggy replied confidently, "I know it."

"So I take it that stuff's ready now?" Larry said.

"The serum should be ready, yes," Iggy answered.

Iggy then poured half of the serum into another test tube and handed it to Larry.

"Is this really going to be enough?" Larry asked, examining the small amount of liquid in the tube.

"You only need a little bit," Iggy explained, "Now, bottoms up!"

The two Koopalings both swallowed the serum at the same time. Larry reeled back.

"Yuck! It tastes like glue!" Larry gagged.

"You'd know," Iggy teased.

In an instant, both Koopalings became completely invisible.

"It worked! It actually worked!" Larry marvelled.

"Nice call on the glue, Lem—I mean, Larry," Iggy quickly caught himself. He'd involuntarily called Larry the wrong name. Usually, when a situation like this occurred, Lemmy was usually the one Iggy was congratulating for coming up with a creative solution.

"Should we go now?" Larry finally said after a moment of awkward silence.

"Yes," Iggy answered, "It'll wear off eventually, so let's get as far away from here as we can before that happens."

Larry nodded in reply and the two were off. Iggy was wholly confident that they could find Lemmy and save him from whoever had kidnapped him. It was blind hope, sure, but he believed in it more than anything.


"Wake up, brat!"

Lemmy's eyes shot open. He didn't want a repeat of a few hours ago, so he forced himself to wake up, tired as he was. At least when he was thrown back into the truck, he could finally get some rest. Lemmy was promptly untied from the tree before he and his captors started through the forest once more.

"So where are we going, Chaos?" Dagger asked.

"Well," Chaos started, "We got ourselves pretty lost last night, so I have no idea where we even are, much less which way we're supposed to be going."

"*** the Mushroom Kingdom," Dagger spat, "I'll be so glad once we're back home."

Lemmy had found out when he was in the truck the first time that his captors were not from the Mushroom Kingdom. He knew that, if his father's army didn't find him soon, there would be little chance of them ever finding him before his captors carried out their plan to its fruition...that is, unless someone found his note.

"You," Dagger snapped at Lemmy, who immediately turned his attention to the irate delinquent, "You're from around here. How do we get out of here?"

"I-I don't know," Lemmy stuttered, "I don't know this forest at all. I-"

Lemmy was suddenly smacked across the face.

"***!" Dagger shouted, "*** this *** forest!"

Lemmy bared his teeth and tried not to cry. Dagger had hit him just where his black eye was and it hurt like crazy.

"Why did we even kidnap this brat anyway?! All he's doing is causing us trouble!" Dagger snarled.

"That was to be expected," Chaos interjected, "His father's King Koopa, after all."

"I know that, you idiot," Dagger growled.

"You want me to inject him now, Dagger?" Chaos asked, a crazed grin forming on her face. Lemmy shuddered.

"No!" Dagger screamed angrily, "I told you, no *** narcotics!"

Chaos reeled back, seeming almost nervous. Lemmy wasn't sure how to feel. One part of him felt a little sorry for Chaos, but another part was relieved that he wasn't about to be injected with some narcotic. He knew he wasn't allergic thanks to multiple experiments with Iggy, but his captors didn't need to know that.

"Stupid *** phone," Dagger cursed, "I knew I should have upgraded. If I had one of those *** smartphones, I'd have a *** GPS and we wouldn't be in this *** mess."

Chaos didn't reply. She must have been nervous to speak, thanks to Dagger's outburst. Lemmy was also reluctant to say anything. He really didn't know his way through this forest, but, even if he did, he wouldn't tell these two. He was thankful that they were lost as it gave his dad's army more time to find him. He just hoped that everything would work out.

"Hurry up and find me...anyone...please..."