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CHILD'S PLAY: Code P
A wafting mix of ever changing colors, each its own story to tell. All of them had a brush-stroke that made them special from the others. All shifting and churning in the eternal void they reside…
Bowser Jr. woke up. He looked up at the clock and sighed. He had been trying to get only light sleep tonight so he'd be able to wake up before she did. He was still on time though, after the state he put her in yesterday, she was probably going to sleep in today. But that was no excuse for drifting off so deep into sleep that he dreamed. But could anyone blame him? It was a dream he had many times in his life, yet, it gave him a tranquil feeling inside, one that was renewed every time he dreamed it without diminishing. However, now was not the time to dwell on dreams, he said to himself. He had a lot to do and very little time to do it. Now was the time to show his true colors, and Cackletta was right in his line of sight. He torched the ropes that bound him and began to get to work…
It was still midnight, and the kooplings were restless as there father slept, and Roy's insistence to embrace the madness every two seconds certainly didn't help either.
Roy: Embrace the madness…..embrace the madness…..
Wendy: (Whispering) Are you sure that will stop him from saying that?
Morton: (Whispering) I'm positive. Lets hurry up and do this, I can't stand hearing him say that one more time!
Due to Mr. Author's generous hospitality, Bowser had settled in a king koopa sized bed. The kooplings had all gotten seven kooplings sized beds lined all in a row, almost as if they were meant just for their arrival…and in a glue factory of all places!
Ludwig: (Whispering) Okay. One, two, three, now!
The six kooplings all ran out getting various things. Lemmy was getting some cloth from the men's locker, Wendy was getting some nails and a hammer , while Ludwig was getting one of the fish bowl-like helmets the workers use when they go to -CENSORED- the horses. Iggy was getting some of the instant dry-glue from the staff inventory, Morton was getting some head bands the works give to the horses when they -CENSORED- them, and finally, Larry was getting some duck tape the workers use when they -CENSORED- themselves. Once all the items were collected, they began construction. Iggy used the hammer and nails to punch air holes into the helmet while Ludwig used the quick-dry glue the cloth over the air holes. Wendy secured a the headband over Roy's eyes while Larry duck taped his mouth shut. They all stepped back to admire their work.
Larry: Ludwig, I promise never to call you a tech-head again.
Ludwig: YES! FINALY SOME RESPECT!
Just then, the rooster crowed and Bowser stomped into the room.
Bowser: (yawn).Good morning children! I hope you got a good night sleep, Cause Mr. Author has laid out a big breakfast this morning, so get your asses down stairs so I can eat without looking like some jerk!
He then stomped out of the room.
Wendy:…You mean daddy wasn't a jerk before?
Larry: Well that's news to my ears.
Morton: Great timing, tech-head!
Roy (who pulled a Houdini out of the contraption): Embrace the madness…. Embrace the madness…
They all left except Ludwig. He shrugged
Ludwig: Easy come, easy go…
He then joined the others.
Bowser Jr. hade finally done his work. He was exhausted. He re-entered the dungeon, panting and sweating. He had finally pulled it off. He went back to his cell and re-tied himself up (don't ask me how, I'm only Mr. Auth…Err, Bowser Jr. Nutt, I mean, what would I Know?)and got into a comfortable position. Before he wandered back to his pleasant dream, He thought about what his father and siblings were doing. His intuition told him that tomorrow would be a wild day for them, wherever they are…
Bowser, the siblings, and Bowser Jr. Nu… I mean Mr. Author, where sitting around a large table. Bowser Had eaten his fill and was tooth-picking his teeth.
Bowser: That was delicious! I haven't had something this good since the coffee strike began. I mean, how's a guy supposed to through a coffee-less day and not go insane!
He instantly regretted saying that last word. Roy's pupils widened, his mouth foamed, is breathing was ragged, and realized he need a new family.
Roy: Must… must….EMBRACE THE MADNESS!
He started bouncing off the walls and ceiling and couch and jell-o and off the horses ass in the glue factory.
Sorry viewers! This is about to get to violent for most of you with virginal knowledge. I will now fast forward it past the fight. DON'T YOU LOOK AT ME!
Roy was strapped to a wacko chair in what looked like Picasso's version of the kitchen.
Mr. Author walked up to an extremely ecstatic Bowser, with a bad vibe in every step he took.
Mr. Author: We have good news and we have bad news, which do you want to hear?
Bowser: Bad.
Mr. Author: The bad news is your allergic to some of the ingredients in the dinner and may feel uneasy.
At that exact moment, Bowser's body began to bloat. He was nearly floating in the air and had enormous rashes.
Bowser: Oh, Well that's just great. What's the good news!
Mr. Author: I just saved 15 on car insurance by switching to Geico!
Everyone: YAY!
Cackletta woke up and grumbled. She had hardly gotten any sleep last night, no thanks to that little booger.
She was torn between rage and exhaustion. Just the Fawful walked in and greeted Cackletta
Cackletta: Shut up! Uh, I hardly got any sleep thanks to that little- YOW!
Cackletta had just put her foot on the floor when she felt a nail pierce her soles. She was jumping up and down holding her foot, failing at trying to stifle her screams. She was about to jump back onto the bed but a bear trap clanked out of the floor and grabbed on to Cackletta's foot. They say that you can still hear her scream from that day, reverberating off forever. She hopped out the door, screaming in agony, but tripped over a trip wire and fell into what Bowser Jr. calls, "Koopa fire in a can". Lets just say that it wasn't exactly ice water. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom screaming, covering her eyes. She turned the sink on and night crawlers came out it. She then ran to the kitchen spouting many colorful words. She opened the drawer and got out a can of bug spray. She sprayed herself, felling triumphant, but then realized it was just sugar water. As if on Queue, a swarm of flies sprang on her and injected eggs into her skin. She freaked, turned around, and finally saw a large boulder out of nowhere come and crush her. Fawful quickly ran over to help her mistress but saw a strange piece of paper pined to the boulder
E#1 Complete
M#2 Complete
P#3 Complete
I#4 Initiated
D#5 Final…
Bowser Jr. was jerked out of his slumber by a very pissed Cackletta. Bowser Jr. Had to bite his tongue almost till it bled to keep him from laughing. She Shouted many colorful words in his face before dragging him off to her high security cell. Unknown to either Cackletta or Fawful, Bowser Jr. grinned and chuckled as he was taken…