-1 Yep, folk's. Because Bowser Jr. has gotten into some "difficulties", This chapter will mostly be about the rescuing comity .
Who Is Mr. Author?
Bowser Jr. sighed. He was afraid she'd do something like this. Instead of being bound by rope in a small cage, He was now bound by fire-proof Zirconium chains ( Zirconium melts at 1954. C, no lie) to a chair bolted to the ground. His small cage was now a large Plexiglas room, and had a safety mask on ( If you've ever seen Silence of the Lambs, It's that mask Hannibal wears when he talks with the mayor lady). He was also guarded by many men with AK47s. He knew security would be beefed up after he saw what he'd done to her, ( just thinking about it gave him giggles), but this was a tad over board. Bowser Jr. knew this was amateur security for him, but it won't be easy getting by them without them, or Cackletta noticing. Unknown to the guards, behind his mask was a grin of triumph. Now that he had broken the skin, it was now time to rub salt in the wound. But how… Then he got an idea, an awful idea. Bowser Jr. had a wonderful, awful idea. He muttered under his breath, too low for the guards to hear, " Code P, Physicality, complete".
Bowser had been in the bathroom all day, trying to find something to soothe his savage food allergy. Bowser had eaten things served at diner many times in his life, but hade never gotten food allergies. He was beginning to suspect one of the children tampered with his food. He'd get them later, for now all that's important is to tame this rash! He searched the medicine cabinet and, bingo! Allegro! He popped the top and took out a pill. It wasn't like any Allegro he'd ever seen before, but Allegro was Allegro. He swallowed three of the pills, just to be safe. When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw all of his kids standing there.
Bowser: What?
Lemmy: Uh, hello! Read the first eight words of the last paragraph! You've been in there all day!
The kooplings then started to fight over who got the bathroom first and why. Bowser sighed and walked out of the room. He went into the boss's room and sat down to chat with Mr. Author.
Mr. Author: I'd say that messing things up is my favorite hobby. That's why I became a glue tycoon.
Bowser: Where's the connection between messing things up, and glue, which repairs stuff?
Mr. Author: That's just it, there isn't. It's all messed up like I said.
Bowser: Oh.
Mr. Author: I'd like to show you something mister Koopa, something I have been working on, and I've never shown It to anyone else before.
Bowser: Really? Wow, I'm flattered sir. What is it?
Mr. Author got out a large paint can and opened it.
Mr. Author: Ta-da!
It looked just like regular glue. In fact, it looked like glue, smelled like glue, and even tasted like glue, ( but then again, how would he know something like that? O.o ).
Bowser: Okay, what is it?
Mr. Author: It's something that will revolutionize the world! It is, Elug!
Bowser: Eulg?
Mr. Author: Yes, Eulg!
Bowser: Great, what does it do?
Mr. Author: Observe.
He took out a peanut-butter and jelly sand-witch. Bowser Looked at him skeptically. Mr. Author took a drop and dropped it on the sand-witch. Instantly, the sand-witch changed into a pile of peanut butter, a pile of jelly, and two loaves of bread all separated neatly. Bowser was stunned.
Bowser: That was incredible!
Mr. Author: Yes, Eulg! Instead of it's counterpart, glue, which binds things together, Elug separates things into what they originally came from.
Bowser took this all in. This could revolutionize all of civilization!
Bowser: I can't believe it! Hey, what does it do to People?
Mr. Author: Probably something very chaotic, why?
Bowser Picked up the bucket and put it to his mouth.
Mr. Author: Wait, that hasn't been tested!
However, there wasn't to much warning or worry in his voice. It's almost like he had known this would happen all along…Bowser drank the can in one gulp. His stomach began to rumble, the room shook, the bookcases fell and then….KA-BOOM!
Morton: Hey, what was that?
Morton and the other kooplings stepped into the now dust covered room. When the dust cleared, they saw something that made their jaws drop. Over there, standing where Bowser was sitting , there was not one, not two, but seven different Bowsers. One had a red shell and had a wide smile on his face. Another had a black shell and looked mean and nasty. One looked like a cartoon animated version of Bowser and had a yellow shell. One had glasses on and had a violet shell. One had a blue shell and looked frightened and shy. One had a white shell and had a brave look in the eye. Finally, the last one looked exactly like the original Bowser.
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Okay, so there's no confusion here, I'll write down the Bowsers on how I will write them .
Green/Normal Bowser Bowser
Red/Friendly Bowser Red Bowser
Black/Mean Bowser Blk Bowser
Yellow/Funny Bowser Ylw Bowser
Violet/Intelligent Bowser Vlt Bowser
Blue/Shy Bowser Blu Bowser
White/Brave Wit Bowser
Now that that's cleared up, on with the story!
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Everyone now looked at the seven koopa kings standing together until the silence was broken.
Roy: Now more than ever, he needs to embrace the madness.
Bowser stepped away from the other six Bowsers with a look of shock.
Bowser: Who-Who are you people?
The six Bowser Clones looked at each other and faced back to the original.
Six Bowser Clones: We are you.
Bowser Stepped forward and sat on the couch.
Bowser: This is, Terrible!
Iggy walked up and put a hand on his father's shoulder.
Iggy: It's gonna be okay dad.
Bowser:….One more clone and I could have never had to worry about all eight of you driving me crazy again! Why, Why Couldn't I have had one more clone? WHY!
Iggy kicked his father with a pleasing thunk.
Bowser: Ow! What was that for?
Meanwhile…
Bowser Jr. was out of his prison. He convinced the guards that they were brain washed to do Cackletta's bidding. They fell for it and let him go, but he told them to put him back in after he found what he was looking for so Cackletta couldn't get suspicious. They agreed and walked out of the room, giving him privacy.
Bowser Jr.: (muttering) Suckers….
He walked over to Cackletta's computer. Only one of his brothers knew it, but Bowser Jr. was an excellent hacker. He got to the login page and paused. What bizarre login password would Cackletta have?
Bowser Jr.: Peh, ya right.
He typed in CACKLETTA RULZ. It opened up to Cackletta's home page. Bowser Jr. grinned. He clicked the link Cackletta's medical journal, which he then clicked on phobias. A long list filled the page.
Bowser Jr.: (muttering) Wow, she's a regular phobo-matic.
He scanned the list trying to find anything he could use.
Bowser Jr.: Lets see now,…Arachnophobia, hah! How original. What else,…Samhainophobia…She fears Halloween? Wait, is Samhainophobia the fear of the holiday Halloween or the masked killer Michael Myers from the movie Halloween? Hmm… I'll have to get back on that. ….Aichmophobia, the fear of needles, can't particularly say I blame her. …Sinophobia?…Ha ha ha ha ha! The fear of Chinese and Chinese culture, ha ha ha ha! Huh, okay, I've had my laugh, time to move on. Apeirophobia… the fear of infinity, now we're getting some where. If I mix that with one of her other phobias, I could really give her hell! But what…
He stopped scrolling. He stare at the word on the screen.
Bowser Jr.: (whispering)… perfect…
A grin formed on his face and he left the room to prepare for tomorrow. There, written on the screen, was the word chromophobia, the fear of bright colors…
Cackletta was still up. She knew the 48 hours were up, but still, this was to big of game to let it fall apart now. Besides, even if his father didn't bring the money, at least that little spawn from hell will be out of her hair. She finally was able to drift off to sleep, not knowing what was in store for tomorrow…
The six Bowsers were introducing themselves. It seemed that they all were a part of Bowsers emotions, and the Eulg separated them.
Red Bowser: Hi there, I'm Bowser! I'm so happy to meet you! I just know we'll be best friends!
Bowser: Are you sure we're related…
Blk Bowser: Well punks, my name is Bowser. If you don't like it, lob it!
Bowser: I like this guy.
Ylw Bowser: Good evening folks! My name is Bowser! Sorry for the lack of info. I wanted a brain like that dude with the purple shell, but the dollar store was closed!
Everybody except Vlt Bowser: Ha ha ha ha ha!
Vlt Bowser: Humph! Well , my name is Bowser, A please to meet your acquaintance.
Bowser:….okay, I'm lost…
Wit Bowser: I'm Bowser! Good to see ya all!
After all The Bowser clones introduced them selves ( except shy Bowser because he was, well , shy), Mr. Author walked out of the room.
Bowser: What's his problem?
Blk Bowser: He's just being an ass.
He grabbed Mr. Authors name tag and crushed in two.
Lemmy: Well that wasn't nice…(gasp)!
The name tag, now in two, read Author.
Author: Is this a problem? Ha ha ha ha!
The Bowsers and Kooplings spun around to meet their worst nightmare…
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