Woo another chapter.

This is… an okay chapter I guess. I don't like it a whole lot. But oh well, it does what it's supposed to do.

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Chapter six: The chapter in which preparations are having being made.

Kamek poked his head out of the door and looked to both sides, making sure the coast was clear. He certainly had the money for King Boo, no issue there... or at least, he had access to the vaults that did. Taking it wasn't an issue.

Not seeing any obstacle, Kamek opened the door and started to walk out of the door with a large bag of gold coins over his shoulder. Most people wouldn't question him for carrying this much. After all, he was one of the leaders of the Magikoopas, certainly he would have money stockpiled, right? No, the only real problem was…

He heard familiar shuffling footsteps approaching him from behind. Oh, no…

"Kamek!" cried the voice of the other leader of the Magikoopas, Kammy Koopa.

Kamek continued walking, pretending not to hear her. Perhaps he could feign losing his hearing.

But Kamek was weighed down with all that heavy gold, and Kammy caught up to him easily. She frowned at him, immediately suspicious.

"Why, Kamek," she said with false friendliness, "What's in the bag?"

"None of your business, Kammy," he said simply.

She tugged on the bag, and Kamek groaned under the weight. He was too old for this.

"Funny, all that clinking noise, sounds like you're carrying money around," she said.

"My savings," Kamek said.

"Retirement fund?" she asked with a grin.

He scoffed. "Yes, Kammy, because I really intend on retiring and leaving you in charge. Shouldn't you be retiring?"

"Not while you're around to mess things up," she replied. "So what are you doing with all of that money?"

"Investing it." It wasn't completely a lie.

"Oh, yes?" she said, not quite convinced, "And that's all your money?"

"Of course," Kamek said. He wondered when she was going to go away. "Whose else would it be?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said in a way that implied that she might, indeed, know.

She was bluffing, Kamek knew. He made sure to take the money from vaults she didn't have access to. There was no way in the world she could figure out what he was doing so quickly.

And he had to make sure it stayed that way. This whole scheme was more about making himself look good in comparison to Kammy than anything else. Fawful really wasn't that huge a threat, Kamek honestly didn't care what happened to the little freak. But Bowser still held a grudge and would do anything to make the kid pay for all of the things he'd done to him. If Kamek could take care of the little bean-scientist, once and for all, without Kammy's interference, then that would seal his position as Bowser's right-hand man. Every time Bowser looked at the painting that would imprison Fawful, he would remember just how amazing Kamek really was. Kammy would never be able to do anything to top that, short of destroying the Mario brothers herself, which he knew she could never do.

He had to do this. Kammy couldn't get in the way.

"Look," he said, "I've got to get going, my broker's waiting for me. So if you don't mind, I'll just be going now."

He started walking off as fast as he could manage. Kammy just stood back, glaring at him and wondering what in the world he could possibly be up to.

Professor Elvin Gadd had been working all through the night on the modifications to the Poltergust. Fawful had wanted to stay up and do the modifications himself, but the old professor refused to allow someone as young as Fawful to stay up so late.

"I am not being a child of kidness!" Fawful had insisted, "You will just have the ruining of it and the messing up of what I have planned!"

But Fawful had fallen asleep quickly enough, just proving to Gadd that he had been right and Fawful needed his sleep.

He had finished the adjustments by the time the sun had risen, and went to wake the young bean-scientist.

Fawful was sprawled out on a couch, snoring a little 'rururu' noise and kicking his leg as though dreaming.

Gadd nudged him with a ruler. Fawful made a little 'snerk' noise and sat up straight.

"Ruru… O great Cack—eh?"

"'Morning, youngster!" Gadd greeted, "The modifications are done!"

"Oh yes?" Fawful said, rubbing his eyes with one hand and reaching for his glasses with the other. "I possess futile hope that you may have not been messing up my plans of brilliantness?"

"It came out perfectly," Gadd said, "Come see."

Fawful put on his glasses and slid himself off of the couch. "O of the kay, let me be seeing."

Gadd led Fawful into the workshop and to the newly-remodeled Poltergust, now renumbered to 4500. Fawful sat down beside it and started inspecting it; first he looked over the outside of the thing, then he moved on to opening it up and looking over the insides.

"This will have doing," he said at last.

Gadd was relieved. Despite his genius and his years and years of studying and research, some of what Fawful had asked of him was beyond his understanding. He wondered who in the world this kid was.

Fawful took the Poltergust 4500 and mounted it on his back. "I have the thanking of you, although in truth you should have the thanking of me for being improving upon your design which was very flawed."

"Er… okay."

Fawful started to leave. Gadd followed after him.

"I will be leaving," Fawful said.

"Hold on, son!" Gadd said, "You'll be bringing that back once you're done with it, right?"

Fawful rolled his eyes. "Maying be."

"And I don't suppose I could convince you to become my new assistant?"

"No."

"That's too bad," Gad shrugged, "Don't suppose you could tell me your name, at least?"

Fawful grinned. He didn't see the harm in toying with this geezer. "My naming? I am being named Fawful."

Gadd's eyes widened in realization. He had spent enough time in Beanbean to recognize that name.

Fawful laughed and activated his jetpack, shooting into the sky at great speed.

Gadd scratched his head.

"Oh my..."