Two awkward figures appeared outside of the men's room. One looked like a
slimmer and taller version of Mario. The other looked like a plumper and
stouter version of Luigi. Luigi was extremely uncomfortable in Mario's
clothes. They were baggy and stopped way above his ankles. Mario, on the
other hand, was too small and fat for Luigi's clothes. Peach spotted them
and joyfully ran over. She was slobbering up Luigi's face with kisses as
Luigi groaned,
"Man, these pants is killin' me!" Mario hissed,
"Act in character! Try to disguise your accent!" Luigi shot Mario a pathetic look as he mumbled something under his breath. Mario quickly explained to Peach,
"Uh, Luigi - I mean, Mario - and I need to have a little private talk for a couple minutes." Peach raised an eyebrow and said discouragingly,
"Since when have you been taking speech lessons? Your accent doesn't sound so heavy anymore." Mario cried, flushed,
"Uh, a couple Tuesdays ago, actually! Um, don't you think I've improved?"
"I suppose it's a ton better than what you used to sound like. You used to sound like a blithering idiot when you talked." Luigi's eyes flared. Mario quickly scurried away with Luigi to five yards away. Luigi hissed angrily,
"What with that, Mario? You make me sound like idiot, no?!" Mario whispered,
"That's 'cause you are, you dummy! Now listen up! You do your best to hide your accent and act like me! I'll do my best to sound like the idiot you are, and it'll be peachy." Luigi looked sulky, but he nodded. They both walked over to Peach, who immediately gushed,
"Oh, I don't think you know how glad I am that you came, Mario! And Luigi, too, I suppose, even though you're really rather stupid. But, gad, Luigi, you should go on a diet or something! And Mario, darling, you look like you've had a good work-out!" Mario felt his ears burn with anger at her comment. Rather than responding, he turned away and walked off. Peach grabbed Luigi's arm and yanked him into the restraunt.
As soon as the waiter seated Peach and Luigi, Peach cried,
"Mario, you absolutely have to hear the latest news that's buzzing around Toad Town! Did you hear this really weird toad (A/N: not the little Toads that live in Toad Town. This toad is a toad, as we know a toad) named Toady inherited his great-uncle's huge army of seaweed? And so-and-so did such-and-such and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." Peach rattled on for so long, Luigi fell asleep out of boredom. When the waiter came to hear out what the two wanted for their meals, Peach ordered for him. When the food arrived, Luigi woke up from his catnap and mumbled,
"Huh? Wha? What the heck is front of me, eh?" Peach smiled sweetly,
"I ordered for you. Take a bite. It's delicious." Luigi gulped and stared at his meal. It looked pretty good, but a voice in Luigi's mind sang out: Don't eat it, don't eat it! Luigi ignored his conscience and dug in his spoon. Peach snapped,
"What the heck happened to you, Mario? Did you catch Luigi's stupid? That slob doesn't have any manners and uses the wrong utensils for the wrong meals, just like what you're doing!" Luigi ignored her and hesitantly took a bite of the meal. In just a few seconds' time, he was choking and turning blue from lack of air. Luigi cried as loud as he could in his now- raspy voice,
"... that meal. made. of?" Peach said, looking concerned,
"Oh, it's just veal and rice. Couldn't you tell? Jeez, you really HAVE caught Luigi's stupid!" Luigi gasped,
"I'm. allergic. to. veal." Peach grabbed Luigi by his collar and shook him as she screamed,
"Mario's not allergic to veal! You fraud! You're Luigi, aren't you?" Luigi nodded as he struggled to call 9-1-1 on his cell. Peach stomped off, swearing to kill Luigi.
"Man, these pants is killin' me!" Mario hissed,
"Act in character! Try to disguise your accent!" Luigi shot Mario a pathetic look as he mumbled something under his breath. Mario quickly explained to Peach,
"Uh, Luigi - I mean, Mario - and I need to have a little private talk for a couple minutes." Peach raised an eyebrow and said discouragingly,
"Since when have you been taking speech lessons? Your accent doesn't sound so heavy anymore." Mario cried, flushed,
"Uh, a couple Tuesdays ago, actually! Um, don't you think I've improved?"
"I suppose it's a ton better than what you used to sound like. You used to sound like a blithering idiot when you talked." Luigi's eyes flared. Mario quickly scurried away with Luigi to five yards away. Luigi hissed angrily,
"What with that, Mario? You make me sound like idiot, no?!" Mario whispered,
"That's 'cause you are, you dummy! Now listen up! You do your best to hide your accent and act like me! I'll do my best to sound like the idiot you are, and it'll be peachy." Luigi looked sulky, but he nodded. They both walked over to Peach, who immediately gushed,
"Oh, I don't think you know how glad I am that you came, Mario! And Luigi, too, I suppose, even though you're really rather stupid. But, gad, Luigi, you should go on a diet or something! And Mario, darling, you look like you've had a good work-out!" Mario felt his ears burn with anger at her comment. Rather than responding, he turned away and walked off. Peach grabbed Luigi's arm and yanked him into the restraunt.
As soon as the waiter seated Peach and Luigi, Peach cried,
"Mario, you absolutely have to hear the latest news that's buzzing around Toad Town! Did you hear this really weird toad (A/N: not the little Toads that live in Toad Town. This toad is a toad, as we know a toad) named Toady inherited his great-uncle's huge army of seaweed? And so-and-so did such-and-such and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." Peach rattled on for so long, Luigi fell asleep out of boredom. When the waiter came to hear out what the two wanted for their meals, Peach ordered for him. When the food arrived, Luigi woke up from his catnap and mumbled,
"Huh? Wha? What the heck is front of me, eh?" Peach smiled sweetly,
"I ordered for you. Take a bite. It's delicious." Luigi gulped and stared at his meal. It looked pretty good, but a voice in Luigi's mind sang out: Don't eat it, don't eat it! Luigi ignored his conscience and dug in his spoon. Peach snapped,
"What the heck happened to you, Mario? Did you catch Luigi's stupid? That slob doesn't have any manners and uses the wrong utensils for the wrong meals, just like what you're doing!" Luigi ignored her and hesitantly took a bite of the meal. In just a few seconds' time, he was choking and turning blue from lack of air. Luigi cried as loud as he could in his now- raspy voice,
"... that meal. made. of?" Peach said, looking concerned,
"Oh, it's just veal and rice. Couldn't you tell? Jeez, you really HAVE caught Luigi's stupid!" Luigi gasped,
"I'm. allergic. to. veal." Peach grabbed Luigi by his collar and shook him as she screamed,
"Mario's not allergic to veal! You fraud! You're Luigi, aren't you?" Luigi nodded as he struggled to call 9-1-1 on his cell. Peach stomped off, swearing to kill Luigi.