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Chapter five: The chapter in which we are having the meeting of E. Gadd.

Professor Elvin Gadd walked into his lab after a long day of exploring Boo Woods. It was tiring, being such a great ghost researcher! He took a few steps into his house and all of a sudden there was a loud CLUNK, and he found that he was trapped within a large metal cage.

"Hmm?" he said, looking around at the bars that imprisoned him, "What's this, then?"

Fawful dropped down from his hiding place on the ceiling, landing atop the cage. He looked down at his prisoner and grinned. "I say to you hello."

"Hi there, youngster!" Gadd replied, "I seem to have gotten stuck in this cage. I certainly don't remember putting a cage here, but…"

"Quiet your noise!" Fawful snapped, "I am in need of your assistance! I am in danger of being attacked by the King who is a Boo and I will be needing all of your ghost-destroying weapons of powerfulness."

"I'd love to help you out, but I'm stuck in this cage," Professor E. Gadd said.

Fawful rolled his eyes. Did this crazy old geezer even realize that it had been Fawful who had put the cage there? "I have curiousness," he said, "Are you knowing who I am?"

"Well, hopefully you'll be the kid who helps me out of this here cage," Gadd replied.

Fawful was a little offended. Surely he was infamous enough to be known to all, right? "You really are not recognizing me?"

"Should I be?"

Fawful sighed. That was a bit of a blow to his ego, but it'd probably make this a little easier. The professor probably wouldn't be all too keen on working with Fawful if he knew all the terrible things Fawful had done.

Fawful opened the door to the cage, and the diminutive professor stepped out. "Why, thank you, son! Now, what was it you wanted, again?"

"The King who is a Boo is wanting to have turning me into a painting so that the Magikoopa of badness who is being named Kamek may be able to be presenting me as a gift to the Bowser who I hate," Fawful said, looking down on the professor from atop the cage.

"What, now?"

"The King of Booness is chasing after me to be paintifying the one who is me!"

"Er… say again?"

Fawful groaned and spoke slowly and deliberately. "THE – KING – OF – BOONESS – IS – AFTER – THE – ONE – WHO – IS – ME."

"King Boo is after you, you say?"

"Yes!" Fawful said, more than a little frustrated that the professor had had trouble understanding him.

"Well why didn't you say so in the first place!" Gadd said, "I can help you with that!"

"But I was—Ugh!" Fawful slapped himself in the forehead. "Ever of the what! Have giving of me the weapons!"

"Yes, yes, I can definitely help you out," Gadd said, ignoring what Fawful had said as he walked off toward his workshop. Fawful jumped to the floor and followed him as the professor continued talking. "I've been studying ghosts here in Boo Woods for a long time, you know! I've learned quite a few things about fighting ghosts, yesirree."

"Yes, I had the gathering of that," Fawful grumbled. "Just be giving me weapons."

The two entered Gadd's workshop. Various devices and machines were strewn about, some half-finished, some just empty shells. Gadd held out his arms in pride. "Here's my workshop, filled with all my greatest works!"

Fawful was not impressed. "Yes. Oh the greatingness. Now, if you will just be—"

"Now, you were wanting to hide from King Boo, right?"

"I am not wishing to have hiding, I—"

"Because this whole house is ghost-proof," Gadd said, smiling proudly. "Nope, no ghosts getting in here! So if you want to, you can just hide out here until the old specter loses interest in you."

Fawful groaned. Between this annoying geezer and the overpowering smell of old person that permeated the house, this was absolutely not the sort of place Fawful wanted to spend a significant amount of time in. "I would have the preference of just becoming a painting of canvasness."

"Hm?"

"I had saying that I would much rather have the destroying of the Boo King!" Fawful said.

"Oh, well, if that's what you want to do," Gadd approached his workbench and picked up a machine that looked suspiciously like a vacuum. "Then you'll need this!"

"What," Fawful said with disdain, "Am I to be tidying up the house of the enemy who I am wanting to be fighting but instead will be cleaning up after?"

Gadd shook his head. "Cleaning? What're you talking about? This is my latest, greatest invention, the Poltergust 4001!"

"It is looking like the cleaner which employs a vacuum," Fawful said.

"Well… yes, it is sort of like a vacuum, I suppose," Gadd said, looking over his invention. "But I assure you, this is the latest in ghost-fighting technology!"

Fawful inspected the machine. "I am seeing," he frowned, and flipped open a hatch on the top of the vacuum, exposing all of the wiring, electronics and machinery underneath. "Howingever…"

Gadd inched closer, wondering why Fawful was looking at his work so critically. "Hm?"

"May I have seeing of the blueprints?" Fawful asked.

"Why?" Gadd asked in reply.

"Just let me be seeing."

Elvin Gadd shrugged and waddled over to a shelf. With some difficulty, he located one rolled-up sheet of paper among many others and pulled it down. He returned and handed the blueprint to the bean.

Fawful sat down on the floor beside the Poltergust 4001 and inspected the blueprint, making disapproving 'hmms' and 'hrms' and the like. Professor E. Gadd suddenly felt very self-conscious in front of this youngster.

Finally Fawful put down the blueprints and frowned up at the professor. "This is not going to be sufficient for the defeating of the one who is after my great self."

"Eh?"

"I will be needing to make improvings."

"But—"

"No arguings!" Fawful snapped. He produced a pen from his belt-pouch. He proceeded to write on the blueprints. "I am assuming you are in the possession of the materials I am needing to make these adjustments that I have just marked for your seeing?"

Gadd stared at the paper in amazement. "That—that'll increase efficiency by 200! How did you—"

Fawful just smiled at the old man.

Gadd smiled back, feeling a little bit of happiness to see someone so young with so much talent. He nodded, and ran off to procure the materials.