Chapter 7- Super Olaf

"Ugh... Grit? Colin? Anyone?" Olaf woke up in a place he never recognized. "...Where am I?"

He looked around. He spotted mushrooms, clouds with faces, turtles marching, and a question box floating in air. "What is this place!" Soon, he found Grit laying on the floor.

"Grit, Grit! Wake up!"

"Oh... my head... Olaf?" Grit woke up.

"Do you have any idea where we are?" Olaf asked.

Grit looked arouned. "Never seen a place like this."

Olaf remembered what happened. "Grit, do you think this has something to do with Lash's new invention?"

"I reckon..."

"Hmm... Then, we must find a way out... WHAT IS THIS!" Olaf found himself wearing clothes he never seen before. "What is this red shirt? And this red hat? I've never worn these before."

Grit looked down and found himself wearing green clothes, with a green hat. "Ugh... green ain't my style," he said.

"What should we do, Grit?" asked Olaf.

"Maybe try askin' that guy over there." He pointed at a turtle with a red shell. Both Olaf and Grit walked up to it.

"Excuse me..." said Olaf. As the red-shelled turtle turned, he yelled at the other turtles. "It's that damn Mario! Let's get him!"

"Mario?" A group of turtles gathered and were rushing towards Olaf and Grit. "Agh! What did we ever do to you?"

"Olaf, sir... I think we better go..."

"RUN!" Olaf and Grit were running away from the turtle mob.

"Where ever we are, I hate this place!" Olaf stopped to take a breath. "I think I need a rest."

"Are you sure, bearded one?" asked Grit, worrying that the mob might catch up to him.

Olaf put his hands together. "In fact..." He held up his hands, facing it at the mob. "BLIZZARD!" he yelled. There was lots of snowy cold air coming from his hands. Olaf froze the turtles.

"Well, that was easy!"

Grit tapped his shoulder, "I think we should keep going..."

There was more turtles coming. "Grit!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you still have your pistol?" asked Olaf.

Grit looked in his pockets and took out two guns. "Well, I'll be! I still have these two fine shooters!"

"Well, get to some shooting!" ordered Olaf.

Grit held up his pistols. He didn't shoot yet.

"What are you wait-"

"Sshhhh! I need silence."

Grit just stood there, Olaf was behind Grit, scared. As the mob were like 2 yards away, Grit fired his pistols like wild fire. Within a few seconds, he took all of them down. There's only that red-shelled turtle standing. "Oh... my... Bowser!"

"Wow, Grit! That was a fine work!" He then went up to the turtle and grabbed his neck.

"Give me some answers, NOW! What is this place? Who is Mario? Why you attacked us?"

"You're not Mario?"

"I'm the one asking the questions around here! Now, answer me!" Olaf shaked the turtle's neck.

"Ahh! This is Mushroom Kingdom! Gah, Mario is an evil plumber who tortures us! Hugwah, I attacked you because I thought you were Mario!"

"Olaf, let me handle this." Olaf put the turtle down. "Who is your leader?" asked Grit.

The turtle answered, "Well, it's our one and only lord, the Mighty Bowser! He's come to save our land!"

"Hmm... do you know anyone who has the knowledge of this place?"

"Krammy Koopa? Yeah, she's a witch. I think she must know why you're here! Come- I mean, before you come, you might want to change your... clothes."

Olaf looked under his shirt and found his real clothes. "Grit! Our old clothes are just under these weird costumes!"

After a few minutes, Olaf and Grit got back in their regular clothes. They followed the koopa, as they walked to the lands of the Mighty Bowser. While on their walk, the turtle explained every basic thing about the Mushroom Kingdom.

"So, you're saying that the evil villain named Mario has been tormenting you, the koopa army, and Bowser?" wondered Grit.

"Yeah, and Bowser always lose to Mario. He's been miserable since then..."

"Hmph! Who cares!" yelled Olaf.

"You should excuse him, o' koopa. He's always blabberin' like that," apologized Grit.

"Oh, please. You can call me Koopei, Koopa Army's finest recon commander," said Koopei.

"Koopei, eh? Howdy, the name's Grit. And that's Olaf."

"Well, Grit and Olaf. Again, I'm sorry for the mixing you up as Mario."

"No prob." They continued walking.

"Well, here we are! Bowser's Keep!" It was a tall castle tower. So tall, it surpassed the clouds.

"Well, I'll be a flappin' jack just flippin'!"

"Woah! How come my men never build a place like this!"

The three entered the castle. It was dark and the torches lit as the passed each one. As soon as the last torch lit, the koopa bowed down. "Oh, great lord Bowser! Cometh thou mighty koopa!"

"Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!" Bowser rised up from his throne, then the whole room lit up. Olaf shrieked as Grit just stand there.

"Wow, that was awesome!" cried Bowser, "I like how that fat guy got scared!" He fell down and laughed.

"This is... Bowser, I reckon?" asked Grit.

Koopei answered, "Yeah, he's always like that. Don't ask."

Bowser got up. "Okay, enough of that. Ah! Koopei, what brings you here? Does it have to do with those weirdos?"

"Yes, these travellers seek Krammy Koopa, the knowledge of the Koopa Army."

"That old lady? Why do they need her?"

"They seek her knowledge about this world and the connection of the world they came from."

"Okay, fine..." Bowser held his hands near his mouth. "KRAMMY! Get over here!"

"Yes, my lord?" She came in from the ceiling, riding her broom.

"Krammy, stop flying yer chopstick and help these freaks out!"

"Freak!" Olaf went straight up to Bowser. "No one calls me a freak!" But Grit pulled him back.

"Bowser, I'm terribly sorry that the traveller just-"

Bowser just raised his hand. "Nah, it's alright. I always get that a lot." He held his hand to Olaf, meant for shaking. Olaf just looked somewhere while shaking Bowser's hand.

"So, what are the names of these travellers?"

Koopei explained, "This one is Grit, and the fat one is Olaf."

"Stop calling me fat!" cried Olaf.

"Yeah, well, come with me, travellers," ordered Kammy.

Grit and Olaf followed Krammy along the dark hallway.

"Say, how about a game of rock paper scissors?" asked Bowser.

"Sure!" replied Koopei. As they play the first round, Koopei won.

"Yay! What do I get?" wondered Koopei.

"You get to be leader of the Koopa Army for five seconds!"

"Wow! Really?"

"Yeah, really!"

"I don't know what to say, Bowser, but-"

"Time's up!"

"What!"

To be continued...

"I got the popcorn, guys! And it's Jugger made!"

"Thanks for the popcorn, Koal!"

"No prob, Colin!"

"Shut up, guys! You made me lose one life!

"Sorry, Lash."

"Yeah, sorry."