Zhoop-zhoop-zhoop…

(Um… that's supposed to be the warp-pipe sound.)

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In a deep, dark, subterranean lair…

"… and then, with this huge, tearing, wood-splintering sound, the whole place came down! I'm tellin' you pop, it was the best party EVER!" Baby Bowser skipped around his dad energetically.

"Yeah yeah. Sounds like fun." Bowser growled, trudging down the deep, dark subterranean halls of his lair, "Now buzz off. I've got something important to do."

Baby Bowser cried hyperly, "What is it? What is it? What is it? What is it?"

"It's too important for you to understand!" Bowser snapped at his son. He pushed open a large, wooden door studded with metal spikes, "Ah, here we are!"

"The warp-pipe room?" Baby Bowser glanced up at his dad inquisitively.

"Yes. The warp-pipe room." Bowser narrowed his eyes, "Now run along and cause some destruction, or something."

"Aw, but pop…." Baby Bowser whined, "I wanna come with you!"

"Maybe when you're older," Bowser slammed the door shut and locked it before his son could argue further.

The warp-pipe room was aptly named, for it was a large, stone chamber with a green warp-pipe in the center of the floor.

Bowser pulled out a watch. "Ah, it's almost time." He checked the lock on the door, and glanced around suspiciously to make sure no one was watching.

Satisfied that no one was in the room, he cleared his throat and began to sing in a deep, throaty bass,

"I'm a little teapot,

short and stout.

Here is my handle.

Here is my spout."

He held up his clawed hands to indicate his handle and spout.

"When I get all steamed up,

Hear me shout:

Tip me over

And pour me out!"

Bowser finished the song, and held out his hands in front of himself.

Immediately, a big, steaming plate of spaghetti topped with big meatballs popped up out of the warp-pipe, landing right in his hands.

With a huge grin plastered on his face, Bowser scooped up a claw-full of the spaghetti and shoved it greedily into his mouth.

After cleaning the plate, he dropped it back into the warp pipe.

Grunting with satisfaction, Bowser unlocked the door and trudged out of the room, growling to himself, "I don't know why it works… but it works."

A few minutes passed.

There was a small clicking of claws on the hard, stone floor, and Baby Bowser poked his head into the room.

He scampered inside, closing the door behind him. "So… what's so special about this warp-pipe anyway?"

Baby Bowser poked the green pipe with a claw.

Zhoop-zhoop-zhoop!

Out popped Joe, the expendable koopa troopa. He stuck his head out of his shell shakily, "Wh-what happened?"

Baby Bowser growled excitedly, "Dude, you just got warp-piped down here!"

"Warp-piped?" Joe looked clueless. "Hey, then that means I didn't get expended!"

"Uh… sure. Whatever that means." Baby Bowser scratched his head. Suddenly, he did a double-take, "Hey, you're one of the koopa troopas I saw at Yoshi's party!"

"Hey, you're that little rapper guy that almost drowned in the cake at Yoshi's party!" Joe exclaimed.

"That was me!" Baby Bowser stuck out a scaly hand, "I'm Baby Bowser, what's your name?"

"Joe." He shook Baby Bowser's hand.

The young koopa glared at Joe suspiciously for a moment, "Say… you're not the one who tried to pin-the-tail on me… are you?"

"Er…" Joe faltered.

"… Because that was a great idea!" Baby Bowser cheered, "Next time, let's pin-the-tail on Luigi!"

"Okay!" Joe, upon hearing he wasn't about to be pummeled, brightened.

"Friends?" Baby Bowser grinned.

"Friends!" Joe grinned too.

"Awesome!" Baby Bowser threw an arm around Joe's shoulders, "C'mon! Let's go raid the fridge."

"All right!"

The End


Author's note: Thank you all for checking out this fic!

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Thanks again for reading!

... and... that's the best I can do for wrapping this all up.

The Fiercesomest Dragon Ever has LEFT the building!

Thank you, goodnight!