Obviously, Luigi had enemies, too--
[Hey! Are you saying I'm unpopular?!]
Well…….
[Yeah, That's what I thought!]
Geez. Touchy guy.
Anyway, Jamison Scotts, the plumber from room 32, had really taken a dislike to Luigi. Whenever he walked by, he always found some way to mock him. But that's not the worst of it. Luigi did end up with Lieutenant Leaks after all.
"Boy, was he happy to see me," wrote Luigi in a letter to Mario. "When he came to my name in roll call, he just stopped and gave a look that said, 'I'm gonna have one heck of a time busting your butt, rerun!' That's what they call us here, returning plumbers are 'reruns'. Oh well, it's better than flunker. Curse the mailman that lost my diploma!! I'll write later."
Signed, Luigi
After Luigi mailed his letter, he ran to his drill class. This was almost like a physical education class, only with pipes and plumbing obstacles. And, as usual, he was late.
[Oh, and I'm not punctual either? Geez, what a way to run a railroad...]
Silence, you worthless pawn of my terrible excuse for writing!! "Mario, Luigi!!!"
"Yes sir?" he answered hesitantly.
"You should have been here at 1300 hours! It's 1302 hours!!"
"Sorry sir."
"Get by that pipe and give me 50!"
He sighed. "Yes sir."
"I can't hear you, rerun!"
Luigi shouted, "Yes Sir!!"
"You'd better get your act together, rerun, or you'll be twisting screws your whole life!!"
And that's exactly what '50' was. There was a huge screw in the ground, with a large, waist high wrench attached. Punished plumbers had to push the wrench around in a circle, but they never made any progress. And they were never supposed to! This school was designed as a nightmare!!
I'm sorry. I'll have to stop there and change my story before the president of NSP comes after me with a large stainless steel plunger. (In short, it was a lot of work.)
As Luigi was doing this, the other plumbers did their drills. Taping and wrenching leaky pipes, plunging toilets, and hurdling pipes were all obstacles. Luigi was so busy watching the others that he forgot to busy himself with his own work.
"MARIO LUIGI!"
"Uh, yes sir, sorry sir!"
Lieutenant Leaks was yelling directly at his face. "I've had it up to here with you! You had your chance, rerun! Now you'll have to do 150!!!!!!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing, and all eyes were on Luigi.
Luigi's jaw dropped. "But, sir….."
"That's right, Cadet Luigi! Put your rear in gear and do 150 wrenches! No, don't start from where you left off, START OVER!!!" Leaks was seething, and he looked around, noticing everyone's stares.
"What are you all staring at! Don't you have drills to do?!" Everyone continued their work, and Luigi rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously.
"Heh, heh-heh……..ooh boy," Luigi said pathetically as he started at 'one'.
Luigi came back from 'the wrench' at 9:30 p.m. Everyone else had eaten all their dinner, and he used all his afternoon at the drills field. He flopped onto his bed, feeling sore all over and not wanting to move anymore. Riley met him in his room.
"Boy", he said in awe. "I ain't never seen a guy do 183 wrenches-"
"And you still haven't. I didn't see you there cheering me on." Luigi retorted.
Riley was silent for a moment then got up. "Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning, then."
"Goodnight," Luigi called, but the door had already closed. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. "Geez, I really mess things up. I should have never come here. Apprentice plumber isn't so bad, especially workin' under Mario-" Luigi stopped. He remembered the promise he made to his brother before he left for NSP. "Well, I guess I've got to get that diploma, for Mario then," he said with determination.
The Mushroom Kingdom, A Week Before Luigi Got His Letter:
"Roger that, Big Koopa, we have entry." Two Koopa Troopas were cautiously making their way into Princess Toadstool's castle.
"P1, what do you see, over." replied Bowser, communicating with his henchmen through walky-talkies.
"We haven't found the Princesses room, yet ooooh, here's the fridge..."
"Get outta there, pig!! Over."
"Sorry. Oh, Big Koopa, here' something you might like……"
"Yes?" he muttered, massaging his temples.
"A pipe!"
The evil Koopa king sighed and rolled his eyes.
"But not just any pipe, over, The one those Mario Brothers use!"
"…I'm listening."
"There seems to be some kind of wiring, perhaps a switch. Ah, nevermind, it can't help us."
But Bowser was thinking very hard.
"Big Koopa, you there? Over."
"Of course I am!" he growled.
"Shall we continue Mission Princess 4,257 ½?"
Bowser's face suddenly broke into a malicious grin. "Change of plan, boys. I know something that will make Mission Princess easier. And I've got an idea that will make even Wario smile!"
Luigi had, with unflying colors, finished his semester at NSP Academy. He waited at his dorm room door for the mail, and snatched up a letter for him as the cart went past. He opened it hurriedly; it was from the academy. He read it quickly, and his face turned white.
"Cadet Luigi, Congratulations! You have succesfully failed your exam better than any other poor soul at the Northern School of Plumbing. You are given two choices: Stay here, failing miserably until you are an old man, or go back to your brother Mario in shame. We would have included a letter of reccomendation, but because your exam grade was incredibly low, we assumed that a kindergartener could replace the chain back on the toilet lever better than you."
Luigi looked up in horror, not bothering to read the rest. He turned around and saw Riley. But he wasn't smiling.
"What are you doin' here, flunkah?"
"Yeah, flunker. Go back home to your brother and cry," taunted Jamison.
"Luigi, you shame this family. I mean, you might as well be an electrician." Mario shook his head sadly.
"You know I'll have a fun time bustin' your rear again, rerun!" bellowed Leaks. Everywhere he looked, it seemed to Luigi that everyone he knew had turned on him
"What are you doin' here?....Go back and cry, flunker....You shame this family....busting your rear again, rerun!...again, again, again...again...flunker....shame..........."
Luigi woke up, stifling a scream. He swallowed with much difficulty and threw his sweaty sheets to the floor. Breathing hard, he ran a hand through his hair nervously.
"Man, what a nightmare. I have to get that diploma. I HAVE to graduate!"
**Author's Notes:** Sorry it took so darn long. I have a knack for procrastination. Oh, and don't take offense to the electrician thing! I love electricians, really I do....*pulls at collar nervously* but I just picked a random occupation for the Marios to look down on. Sorry. I don't know when I shall update again, it all depends on how much the public likes my writing. Sorry, it's terribly short, but this story is awful, I am making very few changes. Au revior!