Wow that's three days of updates in a row. I hope I can keep up with that… probably not. Lots of school writing looms in my future.
All you younger peoples, treasure these days you have before you have to go to college! As much as I love college life oh boy is it a lot of work.
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Chapter three: The chapter in which the sound bug is planted.
Fawful had found a nice little place to rest in a large, abandoned bird's nest atop a tall tree in the middle of a forest. He had been following Kamek, from a distance of a few miles, all day, and he was tired. Kamek was still on the move, but he wasn't going very fast. Fawful wondered if perhaps Kamek was lost; the Magikoopa usually flew as fast as his magic allowed. Either way, he wasn't going to get too far ahead of Fawful over the course of the few hours he'd spend asleep.
He looked up at the sky, littered with stars that barely twinkled in the cool, dry air. Yawning, he wondered in the back of his head what he would be doing right now if Cackletta were still alive.
He knew he shouldn't think like that. It had been well over a year since she had died, and by all means he should have moved on by now. But he couldn't help it; hardly a day went by where he didn't think about her.
She would've been able to get the information out of those stupid Boos. She always knew how to handle situations like that. She never got nervous and ran away like he did…
He sighed. "O great Cackletta…," he continued staring at the sky, as though she might appear in it. "I am wondering what words you would have for your loyal toady now. I have much hoping that you would possess pride for me, but…"
He yawned again and tried to stop that train of thought. It would do him no good. The only thing he should be thinking about is what Kamek was up to and how he was going to manage to plant the sound bug on him without being detected.
He closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep, holding the tracker tightly to his chest.
Kamek yawned, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept in days. He had to get this work done before Fawful managed to catch up with him and figure out what was going on. He knew Fawful had to have been following him. The kid knew he was up to something and he wasn't the type to just sit still and wait for his doom, although Kamek really wished he would. It would've been nice if he could've gone about this at a more leisurely pace.
He really hated the fact that he had to have alerted Fawful to his plans in the first place.
"Should've stolen some of his hair back when he worked for me," he mumbled to himself sleepily as he put his glasses back on. "Should've known he'd turn traitor."
He yawned, and momentarily closed his weary eyes. This was just enough for him to doze off and he promptly fell from the sky much in the same way a brick does. He snapped back to the waking world just before hitting the ground and attempted to get himself back to the air; he was too low, however, and was only able to slow himself enough to prevent injury. He skidded onto the ground and eventually fell over into a complete stop, groaning irritatedly.
He looked forward and saw the distant lights of a town.
Town equals inn. Inn equals bed.
It would be fine, he assured himself. Fawful wasn't going to attack him or anything while he slept… Fawful was a kid and was therefore too curious to do something as logical as that.
Kamek pulled himself to his feet. He brushed himself off, got back onto his broom and slowly plodded off in the direction of the lights.
Fawful was awakened by a change in the pace of the tracker's beeping. He looked at it sleepily and saw that Kamek had stopped moving. He pulled the map from the pouch on his belt and looked up the coordinates.
He started laughing to himself when he found out where Kamek was.
Rose town! Rose town!
Suddenly very much awake, Fawful blasted off in the direction of the town as fast as his jetpack would take him.
Rose town! He couldn't believe it. Was Kamek really so stupid as to stay in a town full of so many people who trusted Fawful so completely? The old man was making things too easy!
The lights of the small town soon came into view, and Fawful landed himself on the ground a little ways away. He then casually walked into the town.
He stopped at the door to the Inn and looked at the tracker. Kamek was upstairs. He looked up and saw that the lights in the upstairs windows were all off. Good.
He opened the door and stepped in quietly. He looked up and saw the innkeeper and his son sitting at the counter, the innkeeper looking over some papers while his son toyed around with a Mario doll. The kid looked up at Fawful and, excited, opened his mouth to greet him. Fawful quickly held his finger up in a 'hush' sign, though, and the kid simply waved.
Fawful approached the counter.
"Excusing me," he said quietly, "I am wondering if perhaps an ugly Magikoopa who is possessing a bad smell has had the checking in on the night that is tonight?"
The innkeeper nodded.
"Can I have asking of you a favor?" Fawful asked.
"Yeah, what is it?"
Fawful turned to take the bug out of his pouch, being careful not to let them catch sight of the FuryZAP 9000 on his belt. He turned back to them and handed the small machine to the innkeeper. "Could you please have the placement of this bug onto his person?"
The innkeeper looked at the bug, and then back up at Fawful with a bewildered look. "Why…?
Fawful smiled. "I am suspecting this Magikoopa to be a cohort of the very bad Bowser. He is up to the planning of many evil deeds and I am trying to have discovering of what his plans are being."
"Cool," the kid said quietly, "What're you gonna do when you find out?"
"I will have notifying of the authorities which may have locking up of him," Fawful said simply. He was very good at lying.
"Ooh! And when you do, is Mario gonna beat him up?"
Fawful struggled to continue smiling. "… Yes. I have sureness that he will."
"Coooool."
Fawful looked back to the innkeeper. "Can you have accomplishing of this?"
The innkeeper nodded. "Of course."
"And be remembering," Fawful said, "It is being of vital import that he is not having any suspicion that you have placed this onto the person who is him. He also must not have knowing that I have been stepping foot into this town. Do you have understanding?"
"Yeah," said the innkeeper, "You can count on me, Gera."
"I am thanking you," Fawful turned and started walking away. "I wish upon you a night which is good."
"Good night to you too," the innkeeper said.
"And good luck!" said the kid.
Fawful opened the door and stepped out without another word. He dashed out of the town and took off into the sky, laughing uncontrollably.
"Have pride, O great Cackletta!" he yelled to the sky, "I am having all of the sneakyness and the cleverness you always wished for me to have possession of!"
He pulled a pair of headphones from his pouch and put them on, flicking a switch that turned on the remote bug. He could hear the innkeeper and his son discussing how to put the bug on Kamek.
Fawful laughed again. He'd know Kamek's plans in no time at all.