"She was beautiful, Mario. Finer than a bowl of mama's famous pasta fazool."
"I don't know Luigi; no girl I know can beat out mama's signature dish."
"Exactly, Mario, she was that pretty."
"Well, why don't you talk to her then? I'm sure all you need to do is work that old Italian charm."
"She was in a fashion magazine; I've never met her. I'm not sure if she would ever fall for a plumber like me," Luigi laments.
"Come on, Luigi; you're selling yourself short. As your brother, it's my right to inform you of all the great qualities you possess. You're brave, you're as handsome as your brother, and you rock a killer mustache to boot. I'm sure you'll knock her dead."
"Thanks, bro, I'm starting to feel confident enough to approach a girl like her; that or maybe the linguine is coming back up."
"By the way, what's the gals name anyway," Mario inquires.
"It's Daisy."
"Oh no... *gulp* not her again, she's a tough cookie," Mario stammers.
"What's wrong, Mario? Your face looks as pale as a piece of garlic bread."
"Nothing, just my allergies acting up."
"I don't remember you having all-."
"Oh, look, we're here."
The pair arrives as a set of double-decker iron doors. Mario grips the lion knocker and rattles the device several times. A group of toads investigates the entranceway from the scout towers positioned above. One green toad operates the crank after checking the perimeter. He slowly pushes the wooden lever in a circular motion as the massive doors slide open.
"Holy macaroni, look at all the fine cuisine the princess has set up. I think she knows our taste buds all too well," Mario gushes.
"It isn't all for you, Mario," Princess Toadstool scolds as she slaps a slice of cheesecake out of the plumber's hand.
"Then who's it for? I don't think toads could handle all that ravioli, princess."
"Were having some special guests hailing from Sarasaland. They'll take care of your ravioli right away."
"Those fiends, let me at 'em."
"Did you say sha sara... Sarasaland?" Luigi nervously queries.
"Yep, one of the leading ladies, Princess Daisy, is coming to our humble abode to witness our annual mushroom feast."
"I don't know, Miss Toadstool, doesn't this seem a little too sudden. King Koopa could be right around the corner," Mario pleads.
"Nonsense, this could be a huge success. Just you wait, I'll prove you all wrong."
The trio of heroes works their way through the corridors of the castle. Mouthwatering Italian cookery litters every corner of the fortified fortress. Mario continually slaps himself, trying to shift his attention away from the culinary masterpieces. Luigi remains lost in thought, deducing the chances of meeting with the orange princess.
Princess Toadstool leads the pack of warriors into her throne room. Inside the chamber, a brunette vixen rests on a pillar in a laid back manner. Luigi remains speechless by the sight of the orange damsel.
"Hiya," Daisy yells. The fair maiden proceeds to kick Luigi in the shin.
"Why did you kick him," Princess Toadstool counters.
"You said to hurt the green one."
"I meant King Koopa, not Luigi."
"Oh, sorry about that Huey, I was saving my energy for another greenie."
Daisy extends out her hand and helps the injured plumber to his feet.
"It's okay; I'm sure you didn't mean any harm," Luigi remarks, hoping to alleviate some of the tension.
"Daisy, meet the Mario bros."
"Yeah, I've already met them, or at least one of them," Daisy states crossing her arms.
"You have? How?"
"This dope over here heroically saved me from me the evil clutches of Tatanga. But then decides to make off with some other broad called Pauline."
"I'm sorry, Daisy, but Pauline's cooking just can't be beaten."
"That's Mario for ya. Always in it for the food," Princess Toadstool dolefully adds.
"You got me there. I can't exactly argue with good cuisine."
"Well, now that everyone is here. Let's allow the golf contest to commence."
Mario drives around the course on his golf cart, trying to get some extra practice in before the competition, "See us, bambinos, we gotta stick together. We can't let these girls get in between us."
"But, Mario, I really like her."
"You've known her for less than two seconds. How can you tell if she's the one."
"You ever hear of love at first sight. Because I definitely felt it."
"That's just a bunch of baloney."
"The way she parts her hair, the way mutters her syllables, the way she kicked me in the shin. It's the perfect combination of beauty and brashness."
"Okay, okay, settle down, lover boy. I can tell you're really invested in her. Why don't I give you a few pointers on how to win over the girl."
"First, you gotta start using that noodle of yours. What would an athletic girl like her be impressed by? Surely not some incompetent clutz who wastes his time fixing leaky pipes. You gotta sell yourself better. Puff up your chest and act more confident."
"Shouldn't I just be myself? Let her see me for who I am."
"If girls have taught me anything, that's the last thing you wanna do."
"Okay, thanks for the advice, bro; you've really helped me out."
"Don't mention it. We're coming up on the girls now, so keep it casual."
"Leaping lasagna is that King Koopa! What's he doing here?" Mario shouts, swerving the cart.
"I don't know, but judging by that golf garb he's wearing, it looks like he wants to participate in the tournament."
"Over my dead body, I'm not letting that goon near the princess," Mario bolsters, tightening his fist.
"Well, if it isn't the faucet freaks. What are you doing here?"
"We could say the same for you."
"I'm just here to play a friendly game of golf—no tricks or gimmicks."
"Yeah, like we would believe that you big bully."
"Uh, Mario, he has a point. The rules state that anyone is permitted to enter—even the ones with a more villainous track record," Princess Toadstool reports.
"Grrggh," Mario grunts, gritting his teeth.
"Do you drain brains wanna get started or what? Come on, I don't have all day."
The golf tourney begins with Mario leading the pack and his brother following closely behind. It looks like their weeks of training and preparation had finally paid off as they were dominating the competition. King Koopa was dead last, just behind Birdo and shy guy.
Luigi waits idly by as Daisy puts the ball into the hole. After numerous failed attempts and earning a triple bogey, she finally snaps the flag in half out of frustration. Luigi puffs up his chest and confidently approaches the angered lass.
"Hey, baby. Why don't I show you the ropes?"
"No, thank you; the last thing I need is some jerk telling me what to do."
"You don't like jerks."
"I hate 'em. Thinking they're bigger and tougher than everyone. I'd like a nice quiet guy. I tend to find more reserved guys to more attractive. But I guess that isn't your style."
King Koopa discusses with his caddie Mouser his next plan of action, "All I want is that trophy, so I can sell it and make a sweet profit. Urgh, those wrench heads make me sick, being so loving and supportive of one another. No more Mister nice Koopa! It's time to get dirty."
Mario readies his trusty 8 iron, he rotates his arms and shifts his hips backward.
"MARIO!" Luigi exclaims.
Mario messes up his shot, sending the ball plummeting into a nearby pond, "Geez Luigi, you scared the living daylights out of me. Could ya warn me next time?"
"Sorry, Mario, I just got back from talking to Daisy. She says she not into bold guys."
"Well, there you go, problem solved."
"But now she thinks I'm a total jerk. What do I do, Mario?"
"You go around and show you're a good person with a big heart."
"You really think that'll work."
"Can't hurt to try."
King Koopa messes with the scoreboard, hoping to confuse the other players.
Luigi wipes away the blemishes restoring the board to its former glory.
King Koopa pushes one of the contestants into the shimmering lake.
Luigi fishes out the participant, bringing them safely to shore.
King Koopa uses a magnet and metal balls to lead the player's shots away from the hole.
Luigi uses his poltergust 5000 to suck in balls to the goal.
Alas, Daisy was far too focused on the nail-biting game to recognize Luigi's heroic endeavors. Luigi finally throws in the towel, unable to romance the energetic princess.
"Drats, those eggplant eating idiots are always screwing up my plans," King Koopa complains to his subordinate.
"Perhaps you can use that trump card of yours," Mouser details.
"Yeah, I still have one last trick up my sleeve that those bonehead blabbermouths won't see coming."
Luigi sits with his brother on a sturdy log discussing the events that have unfolded thus far, "It's useless, Mario. I can't ever show my face to her again."
"You're overreacting, Luigi. I'm sure you can still be friends."
"Yeah, just friends. There goes my dream of love and romance."
The two stare silently out the driving range, waiting for boredom to set in. Mario looks over to his brother and delivers a heavy sigh, "Look, I'm sorry for giving you faulty advice. I guess I'm not the suave individual I thought I was..."
"But COME ON, we're the Mario bros. You really think we're gonna let some dame get us down. Now you lick your wounds and go talk to her."
"You really think I can do it."
"I know you can," Mario affirms, patting his brother on the back.
"Ahhhhhh," Princess Toadstool screams.
"Oh no, that can't be good."
The two tradesmen rush over to the commotion, finding Princess Toadstool and Daisy to be within the clutches of King Koopa's clown kart.
"Well, well, well, if isn't the pesky scum scrubbers. What do you think of my new ride? Pretty sick, right?"
"King Koopa, release them at once."
"Or what? You'll use your dumb pasta power. If you bozos couldn't tell, I'm too high for your measly pizza pellets to reach me."
"What happened to you wanting to win the golf match," Luigi questions.
"Forget the stupid trophy. I got two princesses for the price of one—so long suckers," King Koopa snickers, fleeing the scene.
"Quick, we gotta think of something," Mario says, scrambling around the field, looking for methods of attack.
Luigi picks up a golf club and launches one of the white plastic shells at the king.
"Hey, who just did that," King Koopa demands sternly, rubbing his head.
Mario follows closely behind, propelling another white ball at the displeased king.
"Don't just stand there. Get your clubs and help out." Luigi responds, attempting to inspire the masses.
All of the spectators begin picking up golfing instruments and chucking huge globs of golf balls at the clown copter. King Koopa is caught off guard by the recent influx of small white bullets, pushing his vehicle to the ground. He surrenders possession of the two girls and promptly retreats from the area. "Argh, I'll get you, buttinsky buddies, one day, just you wait."
"Hooray, we did it! We stopped that mean tyrant, King Koopa." Luigi proclaims.
"That'll teach him to mess with our sports outings."
"Thank you, Mario and Luigi. Without your help, we would've been captured and forced to do despicable things for King Koopa. So that is why I thank you again," Princess Toadstool praises.
"It was no biggie. But I'm not the one you should be thanking. Luigi is the one who came up with the idea of using golf balls to stop that ugly brute."
"Thank you, Luigi. Your heroics shall indeed be rewarded. There's still plenty of Italian cuisine for you and your brother to inhale."
"Yesss."
Princess Daisy comes over to thank Luigi. "That was really brave of you," She mutters, brushing a strand of brown hair across her face. "If you want, we could go out sometime."
Luigi takes a deep breath in through his nostrils and puffs up his chest.
He releases that same air and begins slurring in his words, "Y... yeah, I... I um would like... that."
Daisy smirks, "I knew you weren't that type of guy. I could tell the moment I saw you that you were somewhat shy. But what puts above the rest of the competition is the fact that you try. You display immense bravery even when, deep down, you're genuinely a timid person. That's why I like you."
"You like me?"
"Yep, ever since I heard about you from Princess Toadstool."
Luigi's cheeks become submerged in a red tint, mimicking that of a juicy meatball.
"Okay, you two love birds can chat all day. Let's get back to the competition."
"Agreed," The group answers simultaneously.
The golf tourney recommences, and challengers resume their previous positions. It's a long, arduous uphill battle, but Luigi is able to pull out on top. Luigi attends the award ceremony, displaying the golden leaf trophy for all to see.
Luigi receives a heartfelt noogie from his brother.
And a sensual kiss on the cheek from the esteemed Princess Daisy.
Luigi had truly won the hearts of many. He was now in possession of the patented Daisy cup.
The End
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Daisy Cup
Created by - Zachary Rozell
Based on - The Super Mario Bros. Super Show
Special Thanks -
Lou Albano - Voice of Mario
Danny Wells - Voice of Luigi
Charles Martinet - New Voice of Mario
Shigeru Miyamoto - Creator of Mario
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