-1A Day to Recover
Bowser Jr. was trying to get comfortable in his now larger cage. He need extra sleep tonight , which was going to be hard because the guards Jr. tricked found him out when coming back to his cage. Before they threw him back in his cage, they gagged him with fire proof-cloth and fire-proof duck tape. And, just to get revenge for tricking them, they turned the temperature in his cell to 32 degree. He couldn't even blow on his hands to warm them because the gag stopped him. He let out a muffled sigh. It didn't matter to him, he would get out of here in the next two days. But still, koopas hated the cold, especially koopas who were too young for their shell to grow thick enough to provide good insulation. Just then, the door opened. The guards who turned the temperature down in his cell walked in. He knew this was going to end badly for him. They walked up to his cell and smirked
Guard 1: Well if it isn't mister " you've been brained washed".
Well you were stupid enough to fall for it, Jr. thought to himself.
Guard 2: What's the matter, cat got your tongue?
The guards laughed loudly. Jr. shouted a witty remark but it was muffled by the gag.
Guard 3: Wait, what was that? You want me to turn the temperature down even more? Sure, anything for our little buddy.
They laughed at him and turned the temperature knob to -32 degrees. Now Jr. was worried. He could get frostbite at that temperature, which could lead to gangrene. His fear must have shown on his face because the guards smirked.
Guard 2: What's that? You want a breeze? Sure, I'll turn on the fans.
To his left and right, large fans turned on and blew freezing wind on him. He now started to panic. This time he knew the guards saw this.
Guard 4: Huh? You feel stuffy? No problem, I'll turn on the mister.
Above him, a dense cloud of condensation appeared and engulfed him. Wind, water, and low temperature were the key ingredients for hyperventilation, which is a long, painful way to die. For the first time in quite a while, Bowser Jr. feared for his very life. Not only could these conditions kill him, but mostly likely would kill him. Tears started to form in his eyes. He tried to stop crying, knowing that it would probably freeze on his face and make him even colder, but at this point he dropped his tough-guy act and began to cry openly, tears streaming down his face. This unnerved most of the guards. They knew they wanted revenge on him for making them look like idiots, but he was just a kid, and this could actually kill him. They watched him sob for a few seconds then started to leave.
Guard 5: Don't you think we went a little hard on him?
Guard 1: Ya, he's just a kid, and this could actually kill him, Do you think we should go back and turn his cell back to normal?
Guard 4: No way! If Cackletta see's how miserable the little brat is in the morning, she could actually give us a promotion!
Guard 3: (pleading) Don't you get it? Cackletta may not be able to see him miserable in the morning because he may not even survive until then! I don't know about you, but murder seems a little to high of a price for a promotion, especially to a kid!
Guard 2: Get over it! Now lets get out of here.
Some of the guards looked back at the now sobbing child, then with a heavy heart, trudged out of the room.
Bowser: How could this happen? Why, WHY! (sob)
Roy: See everyone, attaching to him has shown him how to embrace the madness like I do.
Hearing this, Bowser immediately stopped sobbing. Even at this point, he was not desperate enough to "embrace the madness".
Ylw Bowser: …and I thought the government was twisted…
Vit Bowser: Fascinating! A fusion of biological skin and body tissue on the molecular scale!
Blk Bowser: I feel for you man… well not really. Ha ha ha ha ha!
Grandma Koopa: Pain in the ass!
Wit Bowser:… more like in the side…
Grandma Koopa: Who are you all of a sudden!
Wit Bowser; (frightened) no one, ma'am.
Wendy: And he's supposed to be the brave one…
Larry: Uh, hello? Shouldn't we start looking for that author?
Ylw Bowser: Ya know, you'd think he'd have a better name than author.
Roy: Oh, his name is Bowser Jr. Nutt.
Everyone ( except Grandma Koopa) stared at him.
Ludwig:…How the hell did you know that?
Roy: Well, I actually READ the top part of the story, and it says who the author is.
Everybody looked up
Morton: Son of a gun, he's right.
Roy: Hey, what do I look like, stupid?
Grandma Koopa: Hell ya, you do.
Roy: Oh, thanks for telling me.
They started to walk threw the glue factory. It was eerie with the lights off. The horses, the equipment, and the workers were gone. Roy was still embracing the madness, getting a certain Bowser maddened . It was not exactly rewarding being fused to some one who says the same thing every two seconds.
Bowser: Roy, your grounded.
Roy: Well that means your grounded also.
Bowser:…
Grandma Koopa: Shut up! I'm go'n to go take a nap.
She sat down and fell asleep.
Larry: I'll join her.
Bowser: Why?
Larry: I dunno, this place scares me and I'm tired.
Ludwig: I'll join you.
Wendy: Me to.
Soon everybody was asleep. Except Bowser. He got up, quietly so not to wake Roy up, and looked around for a possible weapon. He turned around to see that everyone, Except Grandma Koopa, Where also up.
Bowser: What are you guys doing?
Everyone:…Nothing.
Bowser: Oh well. You are all about to see the death of a harpy.
Lemmy: You mean Wendy?
Bowser Shook his head and kept searching. Finally, he found a large trumpet.
He slowly approached Grandma Koopa, and blew as loud as he could in her ear. She seamed to go into shock and then she stopped moving.
Lemmy: OMG! They killed grandma!
Iggy: You bastards!
Roy: You sure can work madness, dad.
Everybody slowly approached her. Suddenly, she stood up, making everyone jump.
Grandma Koopa: Holy shit! What a dream I was having, Louie Armstrong was trying to kill me!
Louie Armstrong: And I would've gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for you meddling kids, And your Mutated father!
Bowser: Hey, where the hell did you come from?…Hey.. I'm not mutated…..much…
Vit Bowser: Don't feel bad, inferior form of mine. Mutation is only a step away from genetic dominance and trait evolution.
Louie Armstrong:……Man…and I thought I could blow the horn…
Blk Bowser: Beat it, Horn boy!
Louie Armstrong: I only wanted to be loved!
He then ran out of the room.
Red Bowser: Awwww. We were having fun…
Bowser Jr. was still in his cell. He had lost it back there, he admitted it. He had stopped crying about ten seconds after the guards left because he could feel his tears begin to freeze. Though it did give him a chance to calm down, and now he could think much clearer. However, excepting that he had cried didn't change the situation he was in, or what was at risk. He tried to think back on some information he heard that could help him save his life, but whenever he tried to think, his thoughts trailed to New Zealand. Wait, maybe my mind is trying to tell me something, he thought. He thought back at all the things he knew about New Zealand, what did make it different to other parts of the world? He knew it had just about every geographical figures known,(or how else could they have shot All of Lord of the Rings there), but his gut told him that wasn't it. The wildlife! Yes, New Zealand had a lot wildlife that existed nowhere else in the world! He ran the a list in his mind of all of the animals local only to New Zealand. Kiwi, no…Geographical Cone shell, no…Wetta…He stopped. He remembered seeing a documentary shot in New Zealand. On he documentary, he learned that the Wetta ( for those of you who don't know, the Wetta is a large relative of the grasshopper that has sharp, spiny legs, and is endangered due to the introduction of rats in the environment) survived the freezing winters by remaining absolutely still, and letting it's self freeze. This way, it went through a stage of suspended animation, neither dead or alive and untouched by time, until the spring temperatures thawed it out. Of course! But there was still a risk. Other animals would die in the process because the temperature would freeze the water in there bodies, and the Wetta could only do it because it had a special type of anti-freezant in their blood, and he wasn't sure koopas had it also. But he had no choice, his body was already showing signs of Hyperventilation in it's critical stage. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited. He didn't have to wait long.
The Bowsers, the kooplings, and Grandma Koopa where wandering into the deeper part of the factory. Yes, Roy was still ranting and No, I will not give you five hundred dollars…Wait, don't go! Anyway, they entered what looked like a large cathedral.
Blu Bowser: I don't know about this, guys…It looks deserted…..
Wit Bowser: Hey, if it was deserted, then we wouldn't be here!
Red Bowser: Wow, guys! This place is enormous! I bet it has great acoustics …HELLO!-hello!-hello…
Morton: This place is like a church! Just a few candles and a church organ, and this place could actually be like a church!
Roy: ..And that's when god created madness, for the madness, to the madness, and by the madness, shall not perish form this earth.
Iggy: I beg to differ…
Grandma Koopa: Who the hell are you all of a sudden?
Iggy: Uh, Iggy M. Koopa?
Suddenly, their was a blinding light, and Bowser Jr. Nutt appeared behind them.
Bowser Jr. Nutt: Wrong!
Their was another Blinding flash of light, then everything went black…
Cackletta got up. She knew this day was going to send her to the hospital, and that little bundle of misery was going to make sure of it. She got up and entered her office. The first thing she noticed was that the piece of paper hadn't changed, and that the prison cell was blank…What! Cackletta quickly opened the office door.
Cackletta: Fawful! Come here!
Fawful hurried to her door, looking anxious.
Fawful: Now what did he do?
Cackletta: Look for your self!
Fawful looked and saw the blank white room and then called for the guards. They came in, looking bewildered.
Guard 2: What is it, your awfulness?
Cackletta: The prisoner has escaped! Get in there and search for clues!
Guard 1: Right.
No sooner did he open the door then hundreds of pounds of snow filled the room. Cackletta swam to the top, her head poking up.
Cackletta: How the hell did this happen?
Guard 1: Well, last night he made us mad so we gagged him with fire proof-duck-tape and fire-proof cloth, then we turned his cell temperature to -32 degrees, turned the fans and then the mister on.
Cackletta: Well that still doesn't explain how he escaped!
Fawful: Uh, your awfulness, I don't think he escaped…
Cackletta: What do you mean?
She walked over to where Fawful was and gasped. There, encased in a film of ice, was the small form of Bowser Jr., still bound and gagged to the chair. Cackletta thought about what to do. Half of her wanted to leave him like this, while the other half told her she was just a child. She groaned and then started dragging the Frozen Jr. to the fire chamber. Maybe I should turn the knob a little to high when defrosting him…, she cackled at this thought.
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