"Could you please pass the butter, brother?" Mario asked Luigi across the breakfast table. It was quite a nice day, and Mario loved pancakes, but what he loved even more was buttered pancakes.
Luigi, however, wasn't passing the butter. He couldn't hear Mario because his headphones were pumping loud music in his ears and he didn't even realize Mario was asking him anything.
"Pass the butter, please!" Mario shouted, trying to stay polite.
Luigi didn't notice, and continued looking down at his pancakes.
Mario waved his arms around. "LUIGI! LUIGI!"
Nothing from Luigi.
Mario picked up the salt shaker and threw it across the table. It ricocheted off the table and hit Luigi right in the chest.
Luigi clenched his chest. "Ouch! Mario, what's wrong with you?"
"Could you please pass the butter?" Mario asked politely.
"No!" Luigi said, indignantly. "First you throw a salt shaker at me, then ask me to pass the butter? Look, you spilled some salt!" Luigi picked up the grains of salt between his thumb and forefinger, and tossed the salt over his left shoulder in an act of superstitious activity.
"Fine!" Mario said. "I'll get the stupid butter myself!" he said, getting up and pushing his chair back violently into the wall. As he began stomping around the table, he heard a faint knocking on the front door. "You get it!" Mario shouted to Luigi. "I'm busy getting butter."
"You get the door!" Luigi said.
"Fine!" Mario said. He stomped through the living room and opened the door. It was Princess Peach!
"Hi, Mario!" said Peach, smiling. "Guess what!"
"What?" asked Mario. He was too upset for guessing games.
"I got two tickets for the Excess Express!"
"What? You mean the most expensive train in the world?" asked Mario, feeling much more happy.
"Yes!" Peach was thrilled.
"Whoa!" Luigi said, hopping out of his chair and walking into the living room. "The Excess Express is a fantastic train. The food is wonderful, I've heard."
"Oh, yes!" Peach said. "I got Mario and myself tickets! Three days of luxury and relaxation. Then, the train stops in Poshley Heights, the fanciest, most upscale place in the world."
"Oh, the restaurants there are to die for," Luigi sighed. "I wish I could go. But, hey, I've got...stuff...to do around the house. So I couldn't go anyway..."
"Well, that's good," said Peach, "because I only have the two tickets."
Luigi sighed again. Slowly.
Peach got excited, and couldn't contain her happiness. "Now, come on, Mario. Get packed! We have to leave immediately! Come on!" Peach was very eager.
"What! Right now?" Mario said, surprised by Peach's lack of advance notice.
"Yes, Mario! Get your bags, come on!"
"But my pancakes..." Mario moaned to Peach.
"Don't worry about your lousy pancakes!" Peach said.
Luigi took offense, as he was the one who had cooked the pancakes. Overwhelmed by his anger and sadness, he left the living room.
"But I've hardly had breakfast!" Mario said.
"Don't worry! The food on the Excess Express is great! You'll want to save your appetite!"
"Oh. Okeydokey!" Mario said. "Let's a-go!" he said.