Luigi was awake and fully costumed by 5:22 a.m. He sat by the kitchen window with his binoculars, munching on a week-old peanut-butter and bologna sandwich.
"Hmm…" he scanned the empty street, "I wonder where everybody is? GASP! That shy-guy could have kidnapped them! This is horrible! That fiend must be stopped at all costs…" Luigi stroked his silky, black moustache, "… but how?"
Mario stumbled groggily into the kitchen, "Weege, it's still dark out. What are you doing up?"
"That would explain the absence of small, mushroom-like citizens…" Luigi mumbled to himself. "I don't want to miss that shy-guy. He could come at any time." He scanned the dark and empty street again.
"Hasn't he always walked by right around lunchtime?" Mario rubbed his eyes.
"……." Luigi pondered, "….. um……. yes… But what if he comes early?"
Mario looked at him, deciding whether to bother answering or not. After several sleep affected minutes, he decided, "I'm going back to bed."
