Foreword: Sorry its taken me so long to get this up, guys. I had major technical difficulties and actually got this chapter to you by semi-cheating, thanks to my friend on this accound with the LJ story. :) So besides that, this chapter has plenty of koopalings. So that's good, cause there fun. However, I don't think the chapter itself is as good as past ones. Oh, and something important-

Obviously, this story takes place within all canon Mario games released as of now. It does not, and will not, involve the upcoming Mario games, neither Super Mario Galaxy nor Super Paper Mario. (They both look absolutely brilliant though…for fellow BowserxPeach fans reading this (and just plain Mario world fans) I highly suggest you google Super Paper Mario. There's even a wedding scene- you heard me a wedding scene- between Bowser and Peach!) I won't be done with this fic by the time those get out (Super Paper is scheduled for as early as October) and will almost positively not change the story to fit it. My predictions are that these upcoming games will change the universe of the Mushroom Kingdom and the characters relationships- forever. (profound sounding, huh?) I might write another story taking place after them, but not this one is not it. Got it? Good.J Now, lets get on with the story! (If you forgot where we are, Peach was just anatheticized by who we discovered to be Iggy and is traveling in a taxi- she believes to the airport. So she's kidnapped. It makes more sense if you reread last chappie though.)

Wendy O. threw the face/mushroom cap mask onto the seat next to her and turned to face her brother. "How is she?"

Iggy was leaning over princess Peach's unconscious form. "Perfectly fine, except for the whole not-conscious thing. You're positive about what she said?"

Wendy nodded. "If you don't believe me, I've got it on tape. She is not in contact with her servants or Mario at all. They all expect her to be peacefully in Grand Canal right now. It couldn't be more perfect." Iggy didn't look as thrilled as Wendy felt that the plan had taken such a surprising, though very much welcome, turn for the better. "Iggy! Everything is perfect! Why are you so freaked?"

Iggy sighed through his nose, letting out a small puff of smoke. "It's almost too perfect, Wendy. There's gotta be a catch."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "Catch or not, we're fine. You know how many precautions we went to teh make sure this was perfect even before we found out about this."

Iggy looked away from his sister. "I know…I just…I just don't want Dad's present to mess up." Quickly, as if to show his sister he was not going soft on her, he added, "you know he'll be fuming just from us doing this. Imagine what would happen if we actually messed up."

Wendy rolled her eyes and faced the road again. "That's why we're not messing up." She pressed the taxi back into gear and it lurched down the road at double speed, taking all the illegal short-cuts she could without being pulled over.

Within a few minutes, the taxi had arrived at their "destination A", a small building with peeling paint and a rusted garage.

Wendy leapt out of the taxi and happily pulled off the rest of her costume, throwing it by the mask. Iggy lovingly pulled Peach limply out of the backseat while his sister, adjusting her bow, rapped on the building's door. The door was pulled open to the extent of the lock-chain and her younger brother's eye peered at her through the opening.

Morton Jr.'s gruff voice mumbled something that sounded to Wendy like "password". She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You boys are so stupid. You know who we are, let us in."

"That's not the password."

"Whatever. Cheesepuff."

The door shut before it swung open the entire way. Larry rushed to the door, Lemmy right behind him. "Wendy? What are you doing here? You're not due for another 5 minutes!"

Wendy shrugged. "Things went better than we expected. Let's get on with it."

Larry stared down his older sister. "How's the Eagle?"

Wendy rolled her eyes yet again, exasperated to the limit by her brothers. "Princess Peach is perfectly fine. She's with Iggy."

Larry frowned at Wendy. "You should stick to the codenames. The flock could be anywhere."

"They're gone, Larry. Her servants and Mario. Gone. Don't suspect a thing. Everything is more than perfect right now."

Larry looked confused. "Wait, the flock and the hawk are gone? What do you mean?"

Roy's shoulder brushed Larry's as he passed him to help Iggy with Peach. "Wendee's right, bud. Cut the codenames, ain't no one teh hear 'em."

Larry made a face at Roy's back and turned again to his sister. "What happened?"

Wendy inspected her claws proudly as she said, "Just get everybody together and get rid of the van. Then we'll explain. Oh but first," She grinned maliciously at her brother's frustrated expression. "Can you get the tape out of the recorder?" She flashed a smile at both Larry and Lemmy before brushing past them and into the shack.

Bowser Jr. decided to stop screaming at Morton for the pure fun in it when Wendy stepped in the one-room building. His face lit up and he rushed to the window, smashing his face against the glass. Through the filthy window, Junior could see Roy and Iggy struggling with the Princess's limp form, Iggy shouting to the approaching Larry and Lemmy to get her luggage.

Junior peeled his face off the window and faced his siblings in the room. He turned his ecstatic expression into what he decided was a menacing snarl and placed his tiny claws on his hips. "Come on Lazy Lumps! We gotta get Mama Peach and her stuff!" Not waiting to see the effect of his mandate, he ran out of the building. Morton called after him that they "already knew" and called him a "brainless, no-brained, squashed-up squash".

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Finally, after several minutes of moving of Peach and her luggage from the van to the building and pushing the van they had 'borrowed' into a near river, the koopalings were ready for Iggy and Wendy's explanation. They sat in a circle, the recorder in the middle. Wendy and Iggy took turns explaining exactly what had gone on in the car. The group listened to the recording a second time when Lemmy pointed out the muffled part of Peach's message to Toadsworth.

Larry gripped the recorder and pressed several buttons until the message sounded clearly through the room, the words now clear, though slurred. "IhavethejeepeeEss. Butillonlyuseitforemergencies. Andonlythen." Larry pressed stop. Ludwig glanced up. "Ay, there's the rub."

Lemmy's lazy eye spun around the group, searching to see if anyone else was confused by Ludwig's allusion. He saw no expressions that told if he was alone in his confusion or not, so he voiced his question. "What do you mean?"

Ludwig looked up at his brother. "Peach said that she has a GPS for emergencies. Undoubtedly, her seizure would be considered a big enough of a conundrum to use it."

Iggy caught his brother's confusion remaining. "A GPS is something that tells somebody exactly where you are. So you could be hiding in the desert and they could find where you are within an inch. And Peach is probably going to use it."

Lemmy gasped. "So….they could find the Darklands!"

"Slow enough, Slowy McSlowston?" Morton grunted.

Bowser Jr. growled, "We can't let them do that! We have to make the jeepee-thingy not work. Or get rid of it."

Iggy glanced at the youngest koopaling. "Excellent idea, but how?"

Wendy rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "Duh. We'll hide it. If they, like, try and find her, it'll lead them to where she's not. They'll panic. But if the GPS is the only way she can communicate, then they won't know why it's not on her, only that it is. And, like, when they find where it leads, their problem. Let them she lost it. People loose stuff."

Lemmy frowned. "Can't she tell them what happened?"

Wendy flicked her brother's head with a finely manicured claw. "No, there's like, no reception at all in Darklands."

The siblings were quiet for a few seconds before Roy spoke up. "'Ey! Lets get workin' then, huh? Juniboy, find the bugs on Peachy. Iggy, hide 'em someplace good."

Junior leapt up and over to Peach and her things. "What does a Jeepeethingee look like?"

Larry walked over to help his brother and the pair quickly found the small system, disguised as a compact, a tell-tale antenna poking out of it. Iggy took the system and tossed it into the depths of a nearby parked dump truck, the toad driver unconscious in the same manner as Peach. Roy was ordering his siblings around as they lugged the Princess's things into an oversized clowncar.

Finally, the group lifted the Princess into the cot they had prepared for her in the clowncar. Junior took the opportunity to cover her with his favorite blanket. Peach tossed her head to one side in her unconscious state and all the siblings took their seat in a row of chairs, Wendy at the car's front with Larry.

Grinning, she turned to face the other koopalings. "Let's go."

As Toad Town began its usual hustle and bustle of the late morning, the clowncar rose steadily from the hidden patch of vacant lots and the peeling-paint building. Wendy pulled the clowncar into soaring gear as Morton criticized her about things he himself had absolutely no idea about. The clowncar soared off into the direction of the sea, continuously climbing into the shelter of the clouds, as all of the Mushroom Kingdom below lived completely unaware of anything.

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Bowser pitched a huge bowling ball of igneous rock down an alley. As if it was simply a baseball, the ball never once hit the floor of the alley, striking the pins at the alley's end with stunning force, pressing them all against the far wall, splitting the center pin perfectly in half. The remaining pins spun left and right until the alley automatically set them straight.

"Hole in one!" Bowser roared triumphantly.

"I believe the term is 'Strike', sir, but Hole in one works too!" Kammy informed him.

Bowser turned to face his bowling party and smiled. "Of course it does! I said it! That's what everyone will say now." He, Kammy, a dry bones soldier and Kooka, a high ranking troop in Bowser's personal guard, had all made it to the finals of his personal bowling tournament, held once a week for the last two months.

They each wore matching bowling outfits slipping under their shells, Bowser's having spiked shoulders. Bowser's ball clanked to a stop in the ball vault next to the dry bones', pushing Kooka's green one to the front. "You're up, Kooky."

Bowser stepped over to the table and sipped his soda while Kooka played his rounds, ending with one pin remaining. After a sigh of disappointment, he found a seat next to the king.

Kammy hobbled over to the alley and levitated her ball over to her. She held it in her hand and mumbled something before sending it straight down the alley. Three pins knocked down and she tried again. While she bowled, Bowser spoke to Kooka.

"How's the pre-guard doing in training, Kooker?"

Kooka beamed in pleasure. His personal trainees were doing the best out of all the young koopas, goombas, koopakids, and other creatures in the pre-guard group. "Excellent. Conch Club, my group, is excelling to the next level within the month. The rest of them look like they can make it with the season, even Gator Guild."

Bowser nodded officially. "What's wrong with the Gator Guild?"

"They haven't memorized the pledge just yet."

"Who's leading them?"

Kooka bit his lip and tapped his foot in thought. "I think it was Korn. Korny Hull."

Bowser snorted in disdain. "Tell Korny to put his tail in action or he won't have it anymore."

"He doesn't have a tail, sire."

Bowser glared at Kooka. "Then make some other body part up, Koozook."

The dry-bones hobbled over to the king and Kooka. "'Ello sahs. Ees your turn, maje-stay."

Bowser grunted and looked up at the score. Below his dominating points, holding him in first, was the dry-bones, in second. Kammy was in last, and he was talking to Kooka, third place's holder. "Alright, you go for me, boneybutt. Use my ball."

"Yes sah, roight away sah!" The dry bones stepped over to Bowser's ball and strained himself to lift it. While lifting, his arms, still clutching the ball, popped right out of their sockets. Dry Bones sighed and pushed them back in, finally managing to lift it and just barely carry it over. But he soon realized, after a few minutes of futile trial, that the ball wasn't going anywhere. He turned back sadly to the king, lounging in his chair. "Eet's not movin', sah. Watchu wannme to do now?"

Bowser shrugged. "You've got a smart head. Use it."

The dry bones shrugged back. "Okie, sah." He dropped the ball and plucked his head right off his body and rolled it down the lane, striking the pins and earning Bowser another strike. Dry Bones' skull grinned at Bowser from the lane's end. "Hole in one, sah!"

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Lemmy tapped his paddle-ball up and down as he slowly leaned back on the unconscious Princess. The light was growing stronger as the sun grew higher in the sky, the clowncar, biting through the clouds to its destination, blisteringly close to it. Out of the corner of his good eye, Lemmy saw Bowser Junior hop off his chair and storm over to his older brother. "Whaduya want?"

Junior glared. "Get off Mama Peach, Lemmy!"

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm important,"

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm Daddy's favorite,"

Iggy grunted in amusement at Junior's remark. The spit-fire of a koopling spun around to face him, now ignoring Lemmy's resting spot. He glared at Iggy, submerged up to the tips of his glasses in his latest book on the history of Lava.

"What'd you do that for?"

Iggy answered without even looking up. "You're not his favorite; otherwise you'd be born first."

Junior opened his mouth to make a rebuttal but, with the remark not making any logical sense in the first place, had nothing to do so with but an old saying. "Best saved for last!" When Iggy didn't even react to Junior's comment, he grinned at what he saw as a little victory. He turned back to stare at the sea of clouds as the clowncar took a sudden jerk.

When Junior fell flat on his face Morton let out a hearty laugh and some rude remark. Roy rushed over to Wendy and Larry's seats, Larry assisting and pushing several buttons while their sister steered.

Wendy seemed immersed in her work, listening to Larry's suggestions as she pulled various levers and turned a few wheels. Roy spoke up as the car slowly jerked backwards, pulling up higher with the tail end. "What you doin'?"

At the jerk, all Peach's luggage began sliding, piling threateningly on top of each other and close to the seats, Peach sliding almost off her cot. Larry and Wendy didn't seem to notice the koopalings struggling to keep themselves upright, let alone Peach and her luggage, or Roy's question. They continued with their actions, small sounds and lights emitting from the dashboard.

"Ah said, What you doin'?"

Larry finally answered. "Descending. Get everybody buckled in and the luggage strapped down."

In response, Roy reached for the car's microphone, but Wendy snatched it from his claw. She pressed a button and a well-toned ding chimed as Wendy spoke up. "Passengers, the seat-belt light is now on, please buckle up and prepare for landing."

Roy snarled a sarcastic "Thanks" and flipped up his seat, creating the final block in the wall of chairs keeping the luggage secure. He sat in it, next to Iggy and an unconscious Peach. He looked at her, a tiny drop of drool forming at the corner of her mouth, and tenderly secured her buckle as well, wiping the droplet off her and onto the seat.

The clowncar revved loudly and the passengers braced themselves. With a maddened expression, Junior gripped the seat's arms; Iggy's gripping of the seat far less for excitement as he breathed in and out nervously. With a lurch, the car broke into the clouds, Junior playfully snapping at the evaporated liquid.

Larry pulled the wheel out of Wendy's reach, as her claws were laced over her eyes in fright. He ignored the sporadic yells of thrill and fright and pushed the car faster, faster, and finally tilting it to a lesser velocity, soaring through the skies to the great green mountains below them, forming a brilliant bowl, the far edges only just visible even from their great height.

As the car flew over them, several flags billowed out from its sides, sending off a wave of flags in reply dotted over the mountains, the sign of a legal pass into Darkland territory. The shadows of the mighty Koopa Mountain Range blanketed the seas between them and the expansive landmass that was the Darkland Mainland. The car slowed as it approached the thin covering of permanent smoke, tainting the bright and clear air they had just left into a darker shade. These clouds of smog, normally a sign of despair for many countries, showed the citizens of Darkland the lava still flowed, volcanoes still burst forth magma, the economy was still booming, and all was well.

VolcanoPalace, the almighty mountain of countless metals and rocks carved into generations of stories, KoopaKings, and impressive flourishes, rose above everything in the land. Patches of green and gold streamed through the busy cities in shades of greys, towns in vibrant primaries, and rivers of bright blues and stunning oranges, lava flowing through like veins.

Iggy couldn't help giving a deep breath of pride at his country as the clowncar descended towards one of VolcanoPalace's hangers. At the click of a button, the door's countless security devices opened and the clowncar soared to a quiet thud at its resting spot. The huge door sealed itself, Larry lighting the torches for his siblings. Wendy lifted herself onto the dashboard as her brothers started piling luggage out of the car. "What did I tell you? Perfect."

Morton gave one of his rare smiles, an ounce of smirk still there. "Aw, get off, ya big lug of a whore." Even he couldn't help but admit, the plan had worked flawlessly. Their father was assigned to be at a meeting immediately after his bowling game, and the nearest hallway was closed for the day for major cleaning, Iggy had 'accidentally' spilt his permanent tomato juice that he happened to have on hand. The janitors were on lunch break and the path was clear to the room the siblings had decided to be Peach's private dorm. Everything seemed perfect.

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Kamek wrung his hands as he stepped out of a bathroom, humming the song stuck in his head. The cheery little tune reflected his current mood, though he had no clue his day was just about to take a major nose-dive.

As he walked lazily towards his office, sounds of jovial laughter echoed through a nearby empty hall. His face fell as he walked towards the sounds. He peered through his glasses down the hall closed for cleaning and saw a flicker of light coming from the far end. Cautiously, he attempted lifting his leg over a rope barrier, but his old-age caught up with him as he teetered dangerously backwards. With a shout, Kamek fell flat on his his back. After a few futile moments of trying to get up, Kamek remembered his wand.

Silently cursing his forgetfulness, he gripped the wood and chanted his feet up and underneath himself. His back cracked grotesquely as his body realigned itself and Kamek tried to regain his dignity. If anyone had seen that, their lives would be at stake, he thought angrily. I am the 2nd in Command Magikoopa…I can do better than this! He took his wand and snapped the rope neatly in half before stepping down the hall.

The noises that had lessened drastically after his fall had regained all their volume. Whoever it was obviously didn't care a lot about the disturbance. He rounded a few bends, the small light on the tip of his wand growing useless as the light inched closer. Kamek felt a bit uncomfortable- the room he was approaching was the CC53 repair and testing hanger- the only clowncar that should have been in there was CC53, put on repair hiatus while the hallway was cleaned. CC53 was older but very spacious, King Bowser liked using it for family outings, meaning it hardly touched the sky. Goodness knows how many excuses for putting the repair on hiatus had passed over the Royal Clowncar Manager's desk.

By the fumes touching Kamek's nose, CC53 had recently been out, still had the leakage problem, and whoever had taken it had closed the hanger door- a health hazard if nothing else. Even more cautiously, Kamek stepped into full view of the hanger and gasped. With a smirk, he placed his aged hands on his hips and spoke out to the sight in front of him.

"Well, well…" he started, his audience captive with fear. "What do we have here...?"

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that chapter. I honestly have no clue when I can get the next chappie up- I'm really busy with a bunch of tasks I've given myself and a new story (not a FanFic) is itching my brain. But you know that cryptic system- comments inspire me to write more...hinthintnudgenudgewinkwink