Chapter 2: The Man, man
Hello, everyone. I don't have much to say, except for enjoy and R&R.
"…. Well, yeah. Sure, sure. Yeah, okay. Bye." Yoshi put his phone up, and sighed. "Ugh. Glad that's out of the way. Yoshi muttered. "Huh? What's up, man?" Toad asked. Yoshi turned to his friend and
sighed. "Nothing, just taking care of some business. It's all good, though." "Whew! That's good. I thought something was wrong." Yoshi looked around. "Boy, I'll tell you what, I need a
drink. Maybe a nice scotch, or bourbon" "Ooh, ooh! May I have a margarita, please?" Toad asked. Yoshi turned and grinned. "Sure, pal!" "Yay! Thanks!"
"No, problem. I'm just gonna have one little drink
and then…" Two hours later… Toad and Yoshi were both lying on the floor, drunk, happy, and high from pot and psychedelic mushrooms "W-wow, this is some good *bleep*, Yoshi." Toad
replied as he took a whiff of pot. "Huh?" "I said, this is some good *bleep*." Yoshi sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Holy crap, I've gone death. All I hear are bleeps!" Toad chuckled. "Huh?" "What?" "Hm?" "Huh?" "Potatoes." "Yes Toad, potatoes." Yoshi clumsily stumbled onto his feet as he teetered into the kitchen. "Hm, now where'd I put those Mushroom Relieve peels? Aha!" Yoshi grabbed the peel bottle from the cabinet, along
with two cups filled with water, as he made his way back into the living room, where he found Toad rocking back and forth in a corner. "Toad?" "No, you can't hurt me. Y-you can't- no, no. It' s okay. It's-it's gonna be okay." "Yeah, we'd better take these, and fast! Here," Yoshi handed Toad the
glass of water and dropped a peel in it. It fizzed and bubbled up some, until it stopped. "What's this?" Toad asked. "It'll make you feel better." "Okay. Yoshi, are you feeling okay?" "Yeah. It's just.." "Just what?" Toad asked. Yoshi looked and
sighed. "It's The Man, man." "The Man?" "Yeah, he's telling me to do stuff, like do more pot." "Okay! Then afterwards, you can tell me more about the man." Toad and Yoshi sat back down and huffed some more pot. "T-tell me when you
were born, Yoshi. I already know, but.." "Mm, okay. I was born on November 21st, 1965." "So, you're 49?" "No, I'm 48. "But you said you were born in 1965-" "Yes, but-" "So, how are you 48?" "I-I just am, Toad, now please!" "Sorry." Toad muttered as he puffed his cheeks. "It's alright, man. Heh, you look funny!" Toad grinned. "I hate the man, Yoshi."
"I know, always putting us down, and tellin' us what to do. Who does he think he is?" "Yeah, tellin' us how to rock and what not." "Tsk, yeah. I'm hearin' voices in my head, man." The two remained quiet until Yoshi broke the silence.
"Man, fuck communist, and their commie ways. Stupid posers." After hours of drinking and doing pot, Toad and Yoshi finally sobered up. "Ugh, I have a headache." Yoshi groaned. "God, it feels like I got whapped upside the head by Birdo." "Well,
she is pretty strong." Toad agreed. "Yeah, let's go to bed, it's getting pretty late, and speaking of late," Yoshi turned and looked at Baby Peach, who was knocked out on the floor and smiled. "Aw,
she's asleep. Be back Toad, I'm gonna but the babies to bed." "K." Yoshi walked into each room, and kissed them goodnight. "After all, they've got school tomorrow." Soon Yoshi, followed by Toad went into the land of dreams. "Yawn! G'night Toad." "Good night, Yoshi." And with that they were gone.
Well, folks, did you like it? I'll tell you this, the next chapter is when then get really interesting. See you next week
-yoshikirbykid