The sun beamed down on the golf green, making it unbearably hot. It really
wouldn't have been so bad for Mario's foursome if they were actually
playing. But thanks to the foursome ahead of them, they were stuck in a
perpetual standstill.
"Would ya hurry up!?" whined Waluigi, leaning on his four iron, "I wanna end this hole, I've already got a double boogey!"
"Hey, chill man," Jimmy quipped, "It's harder to sink a shot in real life than in my microgame, ya dig? Besides, methinks my eagle is a little more important than your double boogey."
Waluigi stormed off, looking for a little sympathy, but all he got was Mona, who was too deeply engrossed in the current issue of Diamond City Teens to care about Waluigi's problems. With nowhere else to turn to, he went and yelled at his "brother", Wario.
"Why on earth did you invite those two clowns, Wario!?"
"Well, 9-Volt is too busy playing Nintendo, Spiz is too short to even hold a club properly, Kat and Ana are at ninja school..."
"I mean why can't we play by ourselves!"
"This is how I can avoid paying them, by offering free rounds of golf."
While the "Wario Bros." Were yelling at each other, Mario sat on a nearby bench with Luigi, Peach, and Yoshi. Looking at his watch, Mario guessed that at least half an hour had passed since he last picked up his club. Not only that, he was getting hungry.
"Hey, Yoshi," Mario asked, "Would you mind going back to the clubhouse and getting us some grub?"
"Yoshi?"
"I'm asking you because you have the highest score and you know the rules..."
Yoshi grumbled as he got up and marched back to the clubhouse, which was at least two miles away. But he figured that, thanks to Wario's foursome, he wouldn't miss anything.
Reaching the clubhouse was rather uneventful, except for hearing Waluigi scream from half a mile away after he got a triple boogey. When he got the "grub" and left, however, something weird happened. As he began his two- mile trek back, he thought he heard something from behind some bushes. When he took a peek, he saw what looked kinda like a flying saucer, but with a giant camera lens sticking out it's front. When it saw Yoshi, it freaked out (or as close as it could get to freaking out) and flew away. Yoshi was a little confused, but decided to just go back to Mario and not give it a second thought.
Meanwhile, aboard the Egg Carrier, Eggman was watching everything that had happened on his big screen TV.
"Now that's a stroke of luck!" Eggman declared.
"What do you mean?" asked Scratch, who was busy oiling his neck after Eggman had nearly suffocated him.
"Not only does this world look completely ignorant of my amazing intellect, but it has animals that are practically asking to be roboticized!"
"I didn't hear him ask that, he just said, 'Yoshi!' a lot."
"Don't make me remove your free will, tin head."
"Well, you asked," muttered Scratch as he went off to oil his neck again.
"Soon, I will have this world under my control," Eggman began, "and soon, I will have an army so big, NOT EVEN SONIC THE HEDGEHOG WILL BE ABLE TO STOP ME!!! MUA HA HA HA HA!!!"
"Would ya hurry up!?" whined Waluigi, leaning on his four iron, "I wanna end this hole, I've already got a double boogey!"
"Hey, chill man," Jimmy quipped, "It's harder to sink a shot in real life than in my microgame, ya dig? Besides, methinks my eagle is a little more important than your double boogey."
Waluigi stormed off, looking for a little sympathy, but all he got was Mona, who was too deeply engrossed in the current issue of Diamond City Teens to care about Waluigi's problems. With nowhere else to turn to, he went and yelled at his "brother", Wario.
"Why on earth did you invite those two clowns, Wario!?"
"Well, 9-Volt is too busy playing Nintendo, Spiz is too short to even hold a club properly, Kat and Ana are at ninja school..."
"I mean why can't we play by ourselves!"
"This is how I can avoid paying them, by offering free rounds of golf."
While the "Wario Bros." Were yelling at each other, Mario sat on a nearby bench with Luigi, Peach, and Yoshi. Looking at his watch, Mario guessed that at least half an hour had passed since he last picked up his club. Not only that, he was getting hungry.
"Hey, Yoshi," Mario asked, "Would you mind going back to the clubhouse and getting us some grub?"
"Yoshi?"
"I'm asking you because you have the highest score and you know the rules..."
Yoshi grumbled as he got up and marched back to the clubhouse, which was at least two miles away. But he figured that, thanks to Wario's foursome, he wouldn't miss anything.
Reaching the clubhouse was rather uneventful, except for hearing Waluigi scream from half a mile away after he got a triple boogey. When he got the "grub" and left, however, something weird happened. As he began his two- mile trek back, he thought he heard something from behind some bushes. When he took a peek, he saw what looked kinda like a flying saucer, but with a giant camera lens sticking out it's front. When it saw Yoshi, it freaked out (or as close as it could get to freaking out) and flew away. Yoshi was a little confused, but decided to just go back to Mario and not give it a second thought.
Meanwhile, aboard the Egg Carrier, Eggman was watching everything that had happened on his big screen TV.
"Now that's a stroke of luck!" Eggman declared.
"What do you mean?" asked Scratch, who was busy oiling his neck after Eggman had nearly suffocated him.
"Not only does this world look completely ignorant of my amazing intellect, but it has animals that are practically asking to be roboticized!"
"I didn't hear him ask that, he just said, 'Yoshi!' a lot."
"Don't make me remove your free will, tin head."
"Well, you asked," muttered Scratch as he went off to oil his neck again.
"Soon, I will have this world under my control," Eggman began, "and soon, I will have an army so big, NOT EVEN SONIC THE HEDGEHOG WILL BE ABLE TO STOP ME!!! MUA HA HA HA HA!!!"