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Jeshi: T.T I'm in a sad..sad mood again…
Larry: O-o? And that affects me…how?
Jeshi: *sigh* My story is very very sad….u.u
Larry: ….I still don't get it…
Jeshi: *sighs again* Mortal, go read my Super Smash Bros. Fic called "Not Just A Game"…I wrote that when I was also sad…
Larry: O_O…Ohhhh…umm..okay?
Jeshi: Do your disclaiming…I need to write…
Larry: O_O..um…Jeshi doesn't own anything from Mario at all. Hehehe..^_^ Nope, nothing! Not me, or anyone!! Not even-
Jeshi: u.u That's enough…
Larry: All right! ^_^
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Little Larry Koopa hadn't yet learned his lesson. After he had awoken from his nap, he was out and about, looking to get into more mischief…only without decapitation this time, he decided.
He ventured into his sister, Wendy's bedroom next. She was gone for now, so he mismatched any pairs of shoes she had stuffed in a closet, grabbed anything else he could get his hands on and shoved all the belongings under her bed. True, it wasn't one of his best pieces of work, but it WOULD piss her off. Oh, how he loved to hear her cry "DADDY DADDY DADDY!!!!!!!" and run off bawling. But he knew that if Dad didn't do anything, then she'd send Roy after him. The last thing he needed was Roy on his case again, especially for a while…so he'd have to leave now and stop messing around. He had to make sure that it was a complete mystery that he was the one who did it.
He was in the middle of making his grand escape down the hallway again when he heard the ever-so-familiar voice of Morton Koopa Jr. in a nearby room. Larry got a mischievous smile upon his face and stuck his head into the room where Morton was. Yet again, Morton was blabbing away some speech he had written to his only 'active' listener, Boo, who was floating boringly, yet trying to pay attention. There was a nice breeze in the room, a fan was on nearby. Hmm…maybe the noise from it was to keep Boo awake? Morton stopped suddenly and looked at the doorway where Larry stood.
"Oh, hey, Larry. You want to hear my speech, huh huh huh? I decided to write this one about…how the king of Mushroom Kingdom should resign finally and let someone more appropriate take the throne…like…Dad!!" He said smiling proudly. Larry raised an eyebrow at him.
"Surrrree…the king can resign..but what about Princess Toadstool? She's still in charge even if the king steps down," Larry replied.
"Oh, well I have her taken care of already! She won't be able to win anyway! Not when Dad is the king of Mushroom Kingdom!!" he said arrogantly. Larry stared at him for a second longer, then grabbed Morton's speech out of his hand.
"Hey, Larry! Give that back!" Morton cried, reaching for it. Larry moved out of Morton's reach.
"Aww, Morton, I just want to look at it!" Larry exclaimed, flipping through all the pages and still dodging around Morton. Larry, in his attempt to keep out of Morton's reach, stumbled upon a table nearby, tripping on the leg, and sending Morton's speech papers straight into the fan, which shredded it all to nothing but…well…tiny pieces of paper.
Morton couldn't believe it. He had worked all week on that! He slowly turned to Larry, who was busy getting up off the ground. He started growling at him.
Larry stared at the shredded bits of paper now floating to the ground. Heheh..how was he supposed to know that that could have happened? Yet, another 'fine' mistake made by the great Larry Koopa for the day. He turned to see that Morton was glaring him down and growling.
'Uhoh..' Larry thought. He smiled nervously. "So..uh…Morton…nice speech, huh?" Morton hung his head, and didn't even look at Larry.
"Get out. Get out-get out-get OUT!!!!" He hollered, grabbing a nearby chain'n'ball, swinging it madly at him. Larry yet again, broke into a run, accompanied by screams again. In yet another desperate attempt to run away from yet, ANOTHER wild, psycho brother who wanted him dead, he ran straight into…Wendy, who also seemed to be mad.
"LARRY KOOPA!!!!" She shrieked as soon as he ran into her, "WHAT IN GOOMBAS' NAME WERE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM??!?!?!"
Larry stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her, wide-eyed. How did SHE know?!? He brought up, yet again, another cute and nervous smile.
"Uh..uh…whatever do you mean, sis?" he asked innocently. She held up a blue slipper and one of her obvious favourite pink heels.
"WHY did you mix up my stuff?! And DON'T you lie to me!!" She shrieked again at him. Now really, how DID she know?
"Uh…hehehe…how do you know that it was me?" he asked her, nervously, yet curious for an answer. She narrowed her eyes even more..not that that was possible.
"You brat!!! I hate you, I hate you I HATE YOU!!!!!!!" She screamed, slapping him in the head with the blue slipper, then stomping off back into her bedroom, slamming the door. From within the door, he could STILL hear her scream about in a mad fit. He sighed. His work here was done…now to just relax for most of the day!
It was then he found Iggy and Lemmy both kicking around a Troopa shell. That was it! He need to play around now, just goof around, have fun, keep his mind off of Roy, Morton, and Wendy now. The ONLY thing to solve the conflicts between the 4 right now was to just make sure that Larry kept his face away from the 3 of them for a while, then everything would be fine. With this happy little bit of information in mind, he decided to go join his brothers.
"Hey, hey! Can I play, too?" Larry asked them. They didn't stop playing, nor did they even look at him, but kept their eyes in focus to their little competitive sport going on, looking as if they hadn't even noticed Larry standing there.
"Shhhh, Larry! You'll break the mighty concentration of the 'Koopa Twins'!!" Iggy replied, shooting his hands up quickly to block the Troopa shell from hitting him square in the nose. That was SO an easy way to lose his glasses again for the 30 millionth time! Larry tilted his head to the side, watching them some more.
"What concentration is there? You just kick the shell to each other…" Larry said, raising and eyebrow at them.
"Ooooh..it's a very strong concentration indeed, Larry. Too complex for you to understand, besides, you can't play anyway, you-" Lemmy started, sending the shell straight back at Iggy, who yet again, had to make the choice of blocking is face, or facing his glasses' death…he REALLY needed scratch coating…
"-are too much of a trouble maker, especially today. It'll make us look bad to be seen with you, especially if Roy sees!" Iggy decided to block his face while he finished Lemmy's sentence.
"Exactly what I was thinking!" Lemmy smiled, "you see what we mean by serious concentration that is needed between the two of us? THAT'S why you can't play also, you'll break it…" But Larry wasn't worried about his brothers' stupid reasoning's for him to 'shut up' you could say. 'Concentration' or not, those two idiots ALWAYS finished each others' sentences!!
"What do you mean 'I'm too much of a trouble maker'?!??!" Larry asked. The two of them stopped their game and let the Troopa shell ricochet off the walls of the room until it came to a complete stop. They turned to him. Lemmy grinned.
"DON'T think we didn't hear Wendy screaming at you-" Lemmy began.
"-down the hallway just minutes ago! Unless your name isn't 'LARRY KOOPA'!!" Iggy finished. The two of them snickered at him.
"Wendy screams about everything!" Larry said, rolling his eyes.
"True," Iggy began this time, "but we ALSO heard from Ludwig, that you are also in trouble with Roy-"
"-and Morton!" Lemmy added.
"So?! And Ludwig doesn't know about Morton…" Larry replied, glaring at them.
"No, he doesn't," Lemmy said, "and we didn't hear THAT from Ludwig-"
"-we could hear Morton yelling at you, too!" Iggy smiled, "which makes you the bad little boy, which makes US look bad to be seen with you! So, scadattle you little brat!"
"WHAT was THAT supposed to mean?!?!" Larry growled at Iggy, who didn't flinch, but stood there still smiling.
"Oh, we're sorry, Larry. Was that too hard for you little mind to interpret? Here, we'll make it easier for you…YOU are a little brat, who everyone seems to think should just perish from this very earth itself. Everyone claims that they will be much better off without you, and wish you were gone. Oh, and what Iggy just said?" Lemmy leaned in closer to Larry, "he's telling YOU…to leave. Right now. To your room or something! Go smash something in there!"
"How about I smash YOU instead?!?!" Larry yelled.
"W-we'll tell Dad on you!! Don't try us, Larry!" Iggy said, staring at him wide-eyed.
"Hmph!! Some family indeed!" Larry yelled again, "I'm being threatened by all my siblings, and what's Dad going to do anyway?!?! He's been doing nothing but sitting around on his duff like some lazy oaf-"
"LARRY!!!"
Larry, Lemmy, and Iggy all jumped in sheer terror. Iggy and Lemmy instantly clinged onto each other and clamped their eyes shut. Larry cringed, he knew what he was in for now, as he turned and stared straight up into the eyes of his father, Bowser.
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Jeshi: u.u…the sad thing is that people made me feel better while I was writing this…* dammit…oh, well! I can write it whether I'm happy OR sad! ^.^
Larry: _ You know…we really aren't THAT terrified of our dad..
Jeshi: ^.^ Yeah, I know, 'cause he's your parent and all..but…_ WHEN - THEY - ARE - MAD - WATCH - OUT!! *is afraid of her mother when she gets mad* O.O..
Larry: O_O…well…I guess..
Jeshi: *beats him over the head with a Sumo Bros. Hammer* Shush it, numbskull! You'll ruin the story! ^.^
Larry: @_@ I like it better when you're sad..you don't beat me as much…
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