Here's chapter 11! Starring Bowser! And I have over 3000 hits, so I will celebrate by giving out jellybeans and Oreos. Anyone who reviews gets them!
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Bowser was hungry, so he took a walk to the bakery for a box of bagels. When he opened the door, it wasn't in the condition he expected it to be.
Kirby was lying on a table. He was the size of a computer monitor, his stomach entirely filled with cupcakes. Marth's face was coated in doughnut crumbs. Bowser roared at Marth and Kirby. They knew he wanted his daily bagels.
"Umm…" Marth hesitated before saying something. He glanced at a bottle with a label that read 'Special McNarfian Apple Juice'. He grabbed it and ran up to Bowser. Apple juice poured into Bowser's mouth until it was gone. Bowser gagged.
"Get me mybagels or else!" he growled.
Marth's jaw dropped in amazement. That apple juice gave him the ability to speak!
"Okay," he said, rushing off to another room. He came out and brought with him a box of fresh blueberry bagels. Bowser snatched them greedily and stomped off.
Kirby waddled to the bathroom. Marth heard many flushes before Kirby came out. He was normal size now. Marth shrugged and shoved a strawberry jelly doughnut in his mouth.
Bowser came across the Know Your Smashers studio. His curiosity caused him to walk in. There was a single chair alone on a stage, so he took a seat. It was odd that a chair that small could hold his weight.
"Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers," bellowed a voice.
Bowser carefully opened his cardboard box that contained the bagels and bit into one.
"Bowser…he wears mahogany eye shadow every day in April."
"Eye shadow? Never heard of it."
"You can talk?"
"Stupid blue-haired kid gave me some magical apple juice."
"Oh…Boswer…he only breathes fire because he tapes lighted matches to his mouth."
"No, I don't. I have always been able to breathe fire."
"Yeah right."
"Want me to burn your camera."
"I don't care. It's the special edition fireproof," said the announcer with pride.
Bowser grimaced with disappointment and stuffed three bagels into his mouth.
"Bowser…his shell is actually made of plastic."
"No it's not!" he angrily shot back. "It's real! If it was plastic, it would melt every time I got near something hot in a battle."
"Maybe your shell is hard fireproof plastic."
"There's no such thing!"
"Yes there is."
"Where?"
"In that box of blueberry bagels."
"That made no sense," sneered Bowser.
"Who cares? As long as I get paid."
"Bowser…he chugs two gallons of motor oil before a fight."
"Where in Mushroom Kingdom do you get these lies? That would make me sick!"
"From your grandma."
"Bowser…can I have a picture of Mario when he got burned?"
"No," he said, finishing his box of bagels. "I'm going to get more bagels. You're just a liar."
"No! Come back! I must have a picture of Mario! Oh, forget you then. Now you know…Bowser, the plastic-shelled, eye shadow-wearing oil chugger."
Bowser had already left for the bakery.
Next chapter: Zelda. Chapter after that: Jigglypuff.