Chapter Three
Peach and Mario walked endlessly. Peach practically dragged the ground. "Mario! I'm tired! Can't we stop?" she complained. It was
late. But, Mario didn't want to stop. He wanted to beat the living crap out of that brat of Bowser's for making him have to leave his
pasta! "It'sa not far." Mario lied. Peach pointed forward, "Mario! Look!" she yelled. Mario looked in the direction Peach pointed. "A
dust cloud?" Mario questioned. As the dust cloud came closer, the figure became clearer. It was Baby Bowser. Jr. stopped and hopped
off the scooter, "Mario, I'm here for Peach! I'll fight you for her!" he shouted. Mario got into a fighting position, "Bring it on, smalla fry!"
Mario taunted. Baby Bowser walked up to Mario and kicked him, full-strength, in the nuts. "AH, CACATE!" Mario shrieked as he fell
to the ground. Jr. picked up Peach and ran off again.
30 Minutes later, Mario finally gets back up and chases after Jr.
Baby Bowser ran into his house, "Papa! I got Mama! I got Mama!" Jr. shrieked. Bowser skidded into the room, "What?" he asked.
He looked at his son holding Peach by the hand. Peach glared at Bowser, "What is going on!" She shrieked. Jr. looked up at Peach,
"You're my Mama and Mario stole you." He explained. Peach looked at Bowser with a look crossed between mortified and pissed.
"Mama, you look tired, lemme take you to your room." Jr. Said and began dragging Peach to her room.
Mario sat down. It was pitch black, and he was tired. He plopped down on the ground. He yawned and leaned back. Ill get back to
moving in the morning, he thought. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.