Disclaimer: Ok, once again, no I do not own Mario or any of the other characters in this fic... And I think it's pretty obvious.
The Koopalings: One Big Angry
Family Part II
January 22, 2004
Well, part one of "Annoying Fishing Trip From Hell" completed. And although the 3-hour car ride to Lake Hylia was a painfully dreadful one, I have no doubt in my mind that the rest of the trip will be much worse.
I woke up to the b-e-a-utiful sound of siblings arguing. What a surprise. I awoke to find myself still in the drivers seat of the car. I guess I forgot that we decided to spend the night in the van and set up camp the next day. Well, today is the next day and boy do I wish it wasn't. I slowly sat up and turned myself around to face my kids. It was the usual bickering between Wendy and Ludwig, with the low hum of Roy and Morton throwing every curse word under the sun at each other. Iggy, Lemmy, and Larry just sat there, staring at me. I had such a bad migraine already and I was getting terribly annoyed from all of the staring that I had to scream to get their attention. "For God's sake, can you all just stop bitchin' at each other for once!" They silenced themselves, and gave me their full attention. Once again, I know how to handle kids. I went on. "I take you guys on a nice fishing trip, and hearing all of this nonsense is NOT what I wanna be hearing right now!" The seven troublemakers lowered there heads and uttered a faint, "Sorry, dad," in unison. I cleared my throat, and spoke again, only in a calmer voice this time. "Alright, good to hear it. Now, why don't you all unpack the truck and start setting up camp. I'll be out in a minute...God, what I wouldn't do for alcohol right about now."
I watched them as they all quietly jumped out of the truck, opened the trunk, and unloaded all of the supplies. I'm talking tents, fishing rods, tackle boxes, rafts, the real deal. When you fish with the king, you really fish. I finally forced myself to get out of the vehicle and joined the kids outside. We were camping a very short difference away from the lake, but we still got a great view of it. Nice and blue and sparkly and..er, well, everything else a lake is. Shimmer-like Shimmy....
whatever the hell the word is..shimmery, that's it! So, I picked up one of our fold-out chairs and sat down. I looked around and spotted Iggy carrying a large cooler, and I grinned. "Hey, Iggy, come here, kid!" I ordered. He ran over to me, or at least did what he thought was running. The cooler was a little to big for him, so he stumbled as he ran. What a jerk, hahaheh. "Y..yeah, dad?" answered. I looked at the pitiful thing that was my sun, frowned, and pointed to the ground. "Set the cooler down there. I need a drink reeeaal bad." He did so, and adjusted his glasses in the process. I shooed him away, and ordered everyone to start setting up the tents as I popped open a Corona. "And when that's done, we can start fishing. And I promise this is gonna be one heluvah experience!"
The Koopalings: One Big Angry
Family Part II
January 22, 2004
Well, part one of "Annoying Fishing Trip From Hell" completed. And although the 3-hour car ride to Lake Hylia was a painfully dreadful one, I have no doubt in my mind that the rest of the trip will be much worse.
I woke up to the b-e-a-utiful sound of siblings arguing. What a surprise. I awoke to find myself still in the drivers seat of the car. I guess I forgot that we decided to spend the night in the van and set up camp the next day. Well, today is the next day and boy do I wish it wasn't. I slowly sat up and turned myself around to face my kids. It was the usual bickering between Wendy and Ludwig, with the low hum of Roy and Morton throwing every curse word under the sun at each other. Iggy, Lemmy, and Larry just sat there, staring at me. I had such a bad migraine already and I was getting terribly annoyed from all of the staring that I had to scream to get their attention. "For God's sake, can you all just stop bitchin' at each other for once!" They silenced themselves, and gave me their full attention. Once again, I know how to handle kids. I went on. "I take you guys on a nice fishing trip, and hearing all of this nonsense is NOT what I wanna be hearing right now!" The seven troublemakers lowered there heads and uttered a faint, "Sorry, dad," in unison. I cleared my throat, and spoke again, only in a calmer voice this time. "Alright, good to hear it. Now, why don't you all unpack the truck and start setting up camp. I'll be out in a minute...God, what I wouldn't do for alcohol right about now."
I watched them as they all quietly jumped out of the truck, opened the trunk, and unloaded all of the supplies. I'm talking tents, fishing rods, tackle boxes, rafts, the real deal. When you fish with the king, you really fish. I finally forced myself to get out of the vehicle and joined the kids outside. We were camping a very short difference away from the lake, but we still got a great view of it. Nice and blue and sparkly and..er, well, everything else a lake is. Shimmer-like Shimmy....
whatever the hell the word is..shimmery, that's it! So, I picked up one of our fold-out chairs and sat down. I looked around and spotted Iggy carrying a large cooler, and I grinned. "Hey, Iggy, come here, kid!" I ordered. He ran over to me, or at least did what he thought was running. The cooler was a little to big for him, so he stumbled as he ran. What a jerk, hahaheh. "Y..yeah, dad?" answered. I looked at the pitiful thing that was my sun, frowned, and pointed to the ground. "Set the cooler down there. I need a drink reeeaal bad." He did so, and adjusted his glasses in the process. I shooed him away, and ordered everyone to start setting up the tents as I popped open a Corona. "And when that's done, we can start fishing. And I promise this is gonna be one heluvah experience!"