Later, on the same day the 'topiary incident' occurred, Princess Peach was sitting down to an elaborate, seventeen-course meal with her good friend, Daisy, when through the window, all the way across the enormous dinning room, she caught site of a most peculiar thing.
"I wonder what that shy-guy is doing?" she wondered out loud.
"What?" Daisy looked quizzically at her royal friend.
"Look," Princess Peach ran to the other end of the room and pointed out the window, "don't you see him?"
Daisy leaned close to the glass, "Where? I don't see anything?"
"On the road. It's a purple shy-guy…" she squinted, "and it looks like he's wearing… a yellow, polka-dot party hat… with a plate of spaghetti balanced on top of it…"
"Where did a shy-guy get such wonderful fashion sense?" Daisy tugged the sleeve of her similarly yellow dress. Her face lit up suddenly, "We should go and ask him!"
"What a wonderful idea!" Peach rang a small, silver bell, and one of the mushroom-like toads attending her rushed to her aid, "Keep the food warm, Toadsmill; Daisy and I are going out for a bit."
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The two of them hurried out into the evening, high heels and all, to catch up with the purple shy-guy with the yellow, polka-dot party hat and plate of spaghetti balanced on top.
They chased him for half an hour, and were gaining, but, unused to running long distances as they were, the two girls soon ran out of energy and started slowing down.
Breathing heavily, and yet delicately, Daisy called out, "Wait, Mr. shy-guy! WAIT!"
The shy-guy didn't wait.
"We need to ask you something!" Daisy tried again.
The shy-guy kept on walking.
"PLEASE!" she pleaded breathlessly.
Still, the shy-guy walked on, the plate of spaghetti bouncing dangerously in rhythm with his small step.
Peach took a deep breath, and, in that official voice reserved for those times when Mario and Luigi decided to try and play tennis with her royal bowling ball in the throne room, right next to her collection of rare, valuable, and very-breakable glass objects, she shouted, "STOP! I ORDER YOU TO STOP!"
Finally, the shy-guy stopped. He turned around ever so slowly; ever so nervously. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the two girls behind him, the purple shy-guy screeched in fright and sped off, plate of spaghetti and all, over a distant hill, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
"Oh, koopas!" Daisy stamped her small foot on the road, "He ran away! Now we may never get to ask him about that incredibly fashionable hat. What do you think made him take off like that?"
"Maybe he was intimidated by our royal presence." Peach put a finger to her chin. "Hm… oh well. I suppose we should be getting back to the castle. Maybe we'll see that shy-guy again sometime, and we can try and ask again."
Little does she know, heh heh heh, little does she know…
