A/N: Well... Didn't get as much favor as I had hoped...
Link: (pets Wolfie) Yeah, well, after Brother Squadron, what would you expect?
Silence, you fool! (turns him into a wolf)
Wolf Link: ...Okay, that's not cool.
Here's the cast list for this chappie. Sorry, FullMetalEdward, Roy's not Puck this time, but he's someone better! 8)
Nick Bottom: Roy
Peter Quince: Marth
Francis Flute: Luigi
Tom Snout: Fox
Snug: Donkey Kong
Robin Starveling: Falco
How's that sound? Chappie time!
A Nintendian Dream: Ch 2: Act 1 Scene 2
In the carpenter shop, we see Marth, Roy, Luigi, Fox, Falco, and Donkey Kong enter, all wearing 16th century workers' clothes. Marth places a hangbag full of scrolls on the table, bringing out another scroll and facing the crowd of men.
"Is everybody here?" he asks.
"You should've called us all individually," Roy spoke up bluntly.
Ignoring Roy, Marth continues. "I have the parts for the play we will perform before the Duke and Duchess on their wedding night."
"Cool!" Roy sat up in interest. "Tell us the name of the play and give us the parts!"
"Our play is 'The most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe.'"
"Ooh, a good play, I've heard!" Roy piped up in satisfaction. "Now give us our parts, quickly!"
"If you'd be patient," Marth growls, then continues. "Respond when I call you. Roy Altea, the weaver."
"Ready!" Roy shoots up from his seat. "What's my part?"
"You, Roy, are playing Pyramus."
"Great!... Who's Pyramus?"
"A lover who kills himself most boldly for love."
"Now that is a dramatic part!" Roy begins boasting. "A part only worthy for my skills! I shall bring tears of emotion to the audience's eyes! I will move storms! I will...!"
"Yeah, that's nice," mutters Marth, a sweatdrop behind his head.
"-cough-Showoff!-cough-" Fox coughs.
Roy gives him a dirty glare, then slumps back into his chair. "Oh, just name the rest of the actors! Sheesh..."
"Alright, I will! Ahem..." Marth looks at the scroll. "Luigi Mario, the bellows-mender."
"Here, Marth Lowell." Luigi pipes up.
"Luigi, you must play Thisbe."
"Who's Thisbe?" Luigi asks, suddenly going dreamy-eyed. "A wand'ring knight? A glorious hero? A mighty king...?"
"No, no, and... no. Thisbe is the lady that Pyramus must love."
"WHAT?" Luigi cries as a few begin to chuckle. "Do you see this mustache? I can't play a woman!"
"Then shave it off."
"HELL NO!"
"Then you shall play it with a mask and speak in a womanly voice. You can do it, you've done it a lot of times."
"And just what is THAT supposed to mean?"
"No, wait!" Roy stands up and pushes Luigi aside. "Let me play Thisbe too! I'll speak in my highest voice!" He then speaks in a voice that sounds more like a bird call than a woman. "'Thisne, Thisne! Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear! Thy Thisbe dear and lady dear!'"
Marth rolls his eyes. "No way, man, you're playing Pyramus, and Luigi, you're Thisbe. Stop complaining."
Luigi grumbles.
"Fine, proceed," Roy sighs.
"Falco Lombardi, the tailor."
"Here, Marth Lowell." Falco doesn't seem interested in anything at the moment.
"You're playing Thisbe's mother."
"WHAT?" Falco suddenly exclaims.
"HA! LOSER!" Luigi taunts the bird mercilessly.
"SHUT UP!"
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" Marth suddenly screams. He clears his throat, brushing his hair out of his face, then proceeds. "Fox McCloud, the tinker."
"Here, Marth Lowell," Fox responds.
"You will play Pyramus' father. Myself, Marth Lowell, the carpenter, will play Thisbe's father. Donkey Kong, the joiner, you will play the lion's part, and I hope it is a well-suited part."
"A lion? Cool!" DK seems pleased, then asks, "Uh... there aren't any big lines to memorize... are there?"
"Nope. All you do is roar."
DK grins. "Works for me!"
"Lucky bastard..." Falco mutters.
Wait, let me play the lion, too!" Roy exclaims to no one's surprise. "I'll roar my greatest! I'll roar the loudest and most menacingly so that the Duke will say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again!'"
Marth glares at him. "And if you do it too terribly, you would frighten the Duchess and the ladies, and they'll scream, and that would be enough to hang us all!"
"EEP!" The others cower.
"So? I'll just make it a tiny roar, like this: Grrrrrr... Grrrrrrrrrrr!"
"NO! YOU ARE SUITED FOR PYRAMUS, SO THAT'S WHO YOU'RE PLAYING!" Marth screams rabidly. "AM I BEING ABSOLUTELY CLEAR, ROY!"
"Meep!" Roy jumps back. "Okay, alright, you're the boss! Hehe..." he chuckles nervously.
"Okay," Marth calms down, handing out the other scrolls to each worker. "Here are your parts. Learn them by tomorrow night and meet me in the forest outside of town, ya dig? We'll rehearse there, because we won't want the public to bother us, now, would we?"
"No, Mr. Marth..." they all say dully.
"Right. In the meantime, I'll draw up the costumes, props, and all that stuff. You punks better show up!"
"We'll meet and rehearse most obscenely and courageously!" Roy exclaims, standing up and approaching the exit. "See you guys later!"
"At the forest we meet!" Marth proclaims as they all exit.
A/N: See, now that was a bit better, wasn't it?
Wolf Link: Nah, not really.
Don't worry, guys, it'll get better as we go along. Trust me on this.
Wolfie: (gets lovey-dovey around Link) :3
Wolf Link: O.O
Wow, I guess Wolfie's actually a girl wolf. Aw, she likes you!
Wolf Link: T-T;;;
XD Review, or my wolves will bite your ass:)