Yeah, I changed the title of the story because I thought that "Institutionalized Koopalings" fit the story better as a title than "We Want King Daddy Back!" Enjoy!
Ludwig was brought to the waiting room in the front office to await the police that would drag him over to juvenile hall. As he sat in one of the chairs, guarded carefully by a Sledge Brother on either side, he cringed at the sound of crying kids that have recently been separated from their parents.
"I WANT MY MOMMY!"
"I WANT MY DADDY!"
"I WANNA GO HOME!"
Obviously these kids were not being abused so badly if they wanted their parents and to go home.
Ludwig had the sense of dignity not to throw such tantrums, but he had to admit to himself that he really wanted to…
I hope the police are slow in arriving. Hurry, King Father, hurry!
"Yay! We're going home!"
Ludwig whipped his head around and saw a Shy Guy walking Iggy and Lemmy into the room.
"Yes, you two are going to a nice home," the Shy Guy said.
The Shy Guy introduced them to a large Koopa Troopa, though from a distance, with his frail-looking limbs, saggy skin and sallow, sunken face, he could easily be mistaken for a Dry Bones.
"Are you going to take us home?" Lemmy asked, staring up at the Troopa with his innocent lazy-eyed face.
"Um… sure," the Troopa said, running his tongue hesitantly over his prematurely wrinkled lips.
"Home to King Daddy?" asked Iggy.
"Yep, you're going right back home to King Daddy!"
The Troopa lifted his head and winked at the Shy Guy staff, then put his eyes back on the young Koopalings.
Ludwig shivered at the way this prospective foster parent was eyeing his younger brothers while feeling up his own hands.
My brothers are being separated from the family – and worse, to live with this drug-addicted and diseased pedo!
That was enough for Ludwig. He got out of his chair and began to roar. The Sledge Brothers each grabbed an arm and held him against the wall.
"Hip, Hop, don't g -"
One of the Sledge Brothers put a hand over Ludwig's mouth. Ludwig blew fire on it and the Sledge Brother not only removed it but let go of Ludwig to nurse his burnt hand.
"Brothers, don't let that creep take you home! He's lying, he's not taking you home to King Daddy, and he wants to-"
"Why, that's ridiculous," said the creep. "I'll take GOOD care of you two. Now all I need to do is sign a few papers…"
Ludwig aimed a fireball at the papers.
The Shy Guy who worked as a receptionist sighed and brushed away the ashes. "Damn it, why can't those police come any faster? Anyway, I've got more."
Ludwig was too weak to breathe any more fire. Being as hungry as he was, he was only able to muster up the energy to breathe fire because he was hyped up on adrenaline from being anxious about whether his father would get them back soon or not.
Iggy and Lemmy turned their wide, confused eyes to Ludwig.
"Kooky?"
Ludwig couldn't allow the twins to be taken away. Not when King Dad was getting them back so soon.
Ludwig raised his matted blue bush of a head and opened his eyes to his brothers.
"Run."
Iggy and Lemmy suddenly screamed and took off in separate directions. Lemmy headed out the Happy Homes entrance, while Iggy headed into the other waiting room, where kids waited for visitation from their parents.
The Sledge Brothers dropped Ludwig and took off after the twins. Lemmy raced around the parking lot, jumping on top of cars, while Iggy pulled Cheep Cheeps out of the fish tank in the other waiting room and threw them at the Sledge Brother's face.
The creepy foster parent continued to sign the papers. Ludwig sighed. No matter how long Iggy and Lemmy stalled, they would now be legally in the custody of the foster system, and Bowser would have a hell of a time getting them out, even if he did own Happy Homes for the month.
Ludwig saw Lemmy dodge a police car outside in the parking lot.
Out of one prison and into another…
