Lat part of the story before danger, escapades, attacks, more monsters, horrible puns, cheese fudge, fiddle sticks, fiddle buckets fiddle truckloads and the lord of all jackolopes.
Disclaimer, Mario, Luigi, Peach, and Daisy are owned by Nintendo.
They found Mario in the sitting room crouching on a couch in the living room as if hiding behind the armrest from something that was sitting on the table next to the couch. When the three got closer they could tell the object Mario was hiding from, was a page was open to a picture of an otterfly.
"What'd you got there doggie?" Daisy called.
With a lightning quick paw, Mario flipped the page with a sharp jab.
"It's a book I thought you might want to see." He barked, flipping the page again. "The Monsters of the Forest, the complete guide to all the monsters of the forest. Here's the page on the gigantipusses."
Peach trotted over and took the book from the table. Sitting down on the floor she scanned the open pages. Daisy sat down next to her. Luigi placed his buttux on the couch at Mario's backside.
"Very smooth," he whispered mockingly.
Mario flicked his tail straight in his brother's face as a response.
"Dude! you have scent glands down there, don't be stinking up my face." Luigi whined.
Mario growled humourously. Luigi jumped out of the way just in time to avoid a light mist of urine. From that moment on the couch was marked as Mario's.
"Dude! Ewww!" Luigi squealed. His plight, however, went unnoticed as the girls also squealed in disgust at the same time.
"That's just wrong!" Peach exclaimed.
"Mario!" Luigi wailed.
The wolf chuckled.
"That's vile!" Luigi continued.
"I'll tell you what's vile," Daisy argued. "This book says that Gigantipusses give birth to their mate after killing them!"
"Technically, it's not giving birth because they hatch from eggs, but yeah, they do that." Mario corrected.
"But it get's worse!" Peach said. She began to read from the book:
"The mother lays seven eggs, always four males and three females. One male stays with the mother while the other six head off in three pairs. The male of each pair protects the female and teaches her how to defend herself. When they get to adulthood, if they get there, they mate. Mating kills the male, but he is reincarnated as one of the hatchlings. The tool of great strength and perfect instinct is a worn out body that must be revived inside of his mate. When he hatches, he is the one who stays with the mother. The two will mate again, If the male survives to adulthood."
"So?" Luigi asked. "It's just the gigantipusses' way of keeping strong blood."
"THEY MATE WITH THEIR BROTHERS AND SONS AND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! IT IS NOT NATURAL TO GIVE BIRTH TO YOUR BOYFRIEND!" Peach screamed.
"It's not natural to go pee on your bro." Luigi muttered.
"Nothing's natural in this forest." Mario yapped, trying to direction away from Luigi's revolting comment. "The nights are more than twelve hours long, way longer, not to mention those ridiculous flying infectious fur balls flitting about in my kitchen."
"Actually, I inherited the castle, not you and it's my kitchen." Luigi snapped.
"I can just mark it my territory." Mario growled back.
"You're afraid to set paw in it!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Do you two do this more often here?" Peach asked.
"Well his temper definitely hasn't gotten a positive boost, but it soars his aggression levels." Luigi said disapprovingly.
Mario growled angrily.
The group spent the significantly longer night at the castle. Peach was quite interested in the difference in the brother's behavior, while Daisy enjoyed the change. She could now actually punch Luigi with affection without him saying ow. How cool is that?
Many hours later, the two couples were leaving the forest; their first big mistake.
sorry it's so short. Anyway the actions begins here. Well, after here. Next chapter. In the future, or maybe your from the future, and the chapter is available. Heck, maybe its finished! The future is a funny place. In fact most of you are probably from the future, unless the internet crashes forever(randomly) oooookay. Today's 10/9/2014. When are you reading this? And from no always, thank you for your time... and attention.
