8:30 A.M.

Lemmy ran down the steps screaming. Finally, he ran into Mario, whose eye was twitching as though he were having a stroke or spasm. He turned to Lemmy. "What!" yelled Mario.

"Your brother's acting weird!" he yelled.

"Was someone playing the GameCube?"

"Roy was."

"Your father's going to be one koopaling short when he comes to get you."

Lemmy looked at Mario in shock. "Uh…anyways, do you have any glue?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Larry and I wanted to play a prank on Bowser Jr."

Mario raised his eyebrows, and his twitching stopped. Then, his eyebrows lowered and an evil smile that Bowser probably wasn't evil enough to make appeared on his face as he thought of revenge. "I'm in."

Lemmy's eyes widened. "Oh, ok, then, you can help."

"Hey, Junior!" said Mario, holding a bottle of glue behind himself.

Junior was sitting on the couch along with Morton and Iggy. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Isn't your shell kind of tight? I think you need a moisturizer."

"Uh…"

"You're shell's tight, come here." Junior shrugged and walked up to Mario. "Turn around." He followed Mario's orders and turned around. Morton and Iggy giggled as they watched Mario pour down as much glue as he could fit in Junior's shell. "Alright."

"What was that all about?"

"Hey, Junior!" yelled Larry, coming from the stairwell. "Think fast!" He threw an expensive-looking vase at Bowser Jr. Mario jumped out of the way as Junior crouched into his shell, dodging the vase. SMASH! the vase smashed up against the wall.

"Wh-why did you use that?" screamed Mario.

"Ha! Missed, Larry!" said Junior. He tried to get out of his shell. "H-hey, why is this moisturizing stuff so sticky? And why can't I get out of my shell?"

"It's fast-drying glue, moron!" yelled Lemmy. He ran up from behind, from the kitchen, and kicked Junior's shell. Bowser Jr. was left to spin helplessly across the room and against the wall. Lemmy jumped out of the way as Junior spun into the kitchen and flew through the kitchen and all around the house as though it were a pinball machine. All the koopalings in the room started cracking up, but Mario was on his knees, devastated by the shards of the expensive vase.

"This cost a thousand coins! A thousand coins!" he yelled, tears dropping from his eyes.

"And this prank is worth a million!" laughed Iggy.

"Aaah!" screamed Junior as he continued bouncing around the house. "I'll get you guys!"

Wendy came from upstairs. "Hey, short, fat, and tacky, where's the makeup around here?" she asked. "Mario? Mario!"

Wendy kept crying Mario's name as Ludwig came up from the basement. "Can you people keep it down? I'm trying to concentrate on my music! I keep missing the correct measures and—" Ludwig kept complaining.

Mario's eye started twitching again as he grew frustrated of all the noise. His face glowed red and he balled up his hands into fists. "I can't take it! I need help!" He ran to the phone and dialed the first number he thought of.