A/N: Despite doubling-up these two scenes, this chapter's quite short.

In King Lear, Edmund (Daisy) had all of Gloucester (Ludwig)'s land to himself by the end of the first scene, though my story has Bowser Jr. to complicate things… for now.

The second scene is one of the last "fun" scenes in King Lear, and I couldn't even preserve all the quotes I wanted to.

Act III. Scene v.

"Ludwig will pay for this," spat Wendy as she stormed through the castle, with Daisy at her heels.

"I wish it wasn't true, but I could tell that he meant what he said," said Daisy, pretending to be sorry for ratting her benefactor out to his unforgiving sister.

"Maybe Lemmy had the right idea about getting rid of him," mused Wendy. "Before he could sell us all out to Peach!"

"Lemmy's long gone by now," sighed Daisy.

"Making you and Junior the rulers of Sarasaland," said Wendy, smiling at her new friend. "I mean, you still have to answer to Iggy and I-"

"Of course," smiled Daisy. But not for long…

Unaware of the human's murderous thoughts, Wendy continued on. "We'll go tell Iggy and Larry what's up. The storm will be letting up soon, and then we can go out and nab Daddy before he can run off to Rogueport."

"Peach won't be able to stop us," grinned Daisy evilly.

"You said it, sister!" smirked Wendy.

Act III. Scene vi.

They reached the guardhouse just as Ludwig's shielding potion ran out of power. Kamek lingered in the doorway as Bowser, Kammy and Lemmy hurried inside out of the rain. "Will you make it back inside all right?"

"Yes," nodded Ludwig, pulling out his wand. "I'm fairly good at making magic forcefields, and zere's a door not to far from here. I'll go inside and see if I can reason vit zee uzzers to see if zey'll let Fazzer back inside-"

"It's your castle, isn't it? It shouldn't be up to them," snarled Kamek.

"Zey outnumber me, I'm afraid. And if zey're still being unreasonable tovards Fazzer, valtzing in vit him in tow vould not be a smart move."

"Good point," said Kamek.

"Zeese storms don't last long," continued Ludwig, looking up at the swirling sky. "It's going to get much vorse in zee next few minutes, but after zat it vill clear up quite rapidly."

"Then what?"

"I'll tell you ven I get back," said Ludwig somberly, turning and diving back into the downpour. Kamek closed the door behind the Koopaling and turned inside. The guardhouse was very small; Bowser took up half the space. He and Kammy both had boxes of dried mix out and were munching it down whilst watching Lemmy prowl around the floor in front of them.

"Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an anger in the lake of darkness…" He then covered his head with his arms and turned away from the group. "Beware the foul fiend!"

"You wanna hear a joke?" asked Kammy.

"No," said Bowser.

"The foul fiend bites by back!" yelped Lemmy.

"Yeah! And my kids bite my back! That's what I'll do, I'll hold a trial! I'll find them all guilty of treason – they're the foulest fiends of all!"

"Here we go again," sighed Kamek.

"You three, you'll be my jury – and I'll be the judge."

"Uh huh, and where are the defendants, Your Judicialness?" said Kammy.

"Right there!" said Bowser, pointing at a pair of stools next to Lemmy, who started to sing.

"Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me."

"Oh! I know that song!" said Kammy, clapping her hands and piping up herself.

"Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak
Why she dares not come over to thee."

"That's not how it goes," said Kamek.

"The foul fiend haunts Poor Tom in the voice of a Blue Bird," said Lemmy.

"Ya hear that, Smelly, your voice haunts him!" cackled Bowser.

"Blue Birds have lovely songs – if anything, that's a compliment," said Kammy.

"Awww, such a nice boyfriend you have there," said Bowser. "But we're getting distracted from our task at hand – we must find my treacherous children guilty!"

"What's the point of a trial if you already know the verdict?" growled Kammy.

"What's the point of asking stupid questions if you know I'm not gonna answer them?" responded Bowser.

"Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
Thy Sleepy Sheep be in the corn;
And for one blast of thy minikin mouth
The Sleepy Sheep shall take no harm."

Lemmy finished his latest song, but then recoiled from Kamek, who he had wandered too close to. "Purr! The cat is grey!"

"He must be colour-blind – your hair's purple!" said Bowser.

"He must be blind period – I'm not a cat," countered Kamek.

"You're a cool cat," winked Bowser, before turning back to the stools. "Let's question him first – it's Larry!"

"Is it now?" said Kammy.

"He can't deny it."

"Well then, I must also be blind because I took him for a foot-stool. Mweh heh heh!" Kammy chuckled at her own joke as Bowser turned to the other stool.

"And you – you're Iggy, you're even worse than Larry, I- No! He's escaping GET HIM!" Bowser sprang to his feet, throwing his snack box into the air and raining trailmix down on Kammy, Kamek and Lemmy.

"Hoppendance cries in Poor Tom's belly for two Cheep-Cheep," said Lemmy, munching on the mess as Bowser tackled the stools.

"What are you doing, Your Insaneness!?" cried Kammy.

"He was getting away," said Bowser. "But I stopped him – see?"

Kammy and Kamek looked at the ruined stool, hanging in splintered pieces from Bowser's claws.

"Oh yes, he'll never run away again," said Kamek dryly.

"Not on those broken legs," joked Kammy.

"They're all turning on me – I bet even my Chain-Chomps would bark at me if we returned to Dark Land," Bowser dropped the stool and sat back down on the floor, looking quite dejected.

"Poor Tom, thy horn is dry." Said Lemmy, who was having a difficult time not rushing to his poor father's side and comforting him. He wished he could tell him that he still had one loyal son left.

"Bowser, maybe you should lie down and rest for a while," said Kamek, doing what Lemmy couldn't. "The storm's easing up, and soon we'll be on the move again, so we should rest while we still can – no more of this court nonsense. Your treacherous kids will get what they deserve sooner or later."

"And besides, they're not all out to get you, Your Not-Forsakenness," added Kammy. "Things will look better soon – you'll see."

Bowser growled and grumbled, but soon he had dozed off. Lemmy continued munching on the spilt mix, and Kammy and Kamek talked quietly amongst themselves for the next few minutes as the storm outside dissipated. Barely a half-hour had passed before the sun came out again, and with the sun came Ludwig.

"Fazzer!"

"He's asleep, what's wrong?" said Kamek, springing to his feet.

"Vake him up! He's in serious danger – vee're all in serious danger!"

"What! Why?" gasped Kammy as she and Kamek rushed to rouse Bowser.

"Junior told me Iggy and Vendy are up to somesing, and some of my loyal guards have overheard a plot against Fazzer's life."

"Against his life? Isn't that a bit extreme?" said Kammy.

"Lemmy vas out to kill me, and it looks like zee uzzers are no better," said Ludwig, helping pull Bowser to his feet. In the corner, Lemmy winced at the false accusation, and wished he had the courage to step out and tell Ludwig that he was framed. Part of him hoped that his brother would see that he was telling the truth and forget what he had been told, but the rest of him was too scared to take any chances. And as they lugged away Bowser – who was still too groggy to form complete sentences or understand what was going on – Lemmy knew there was no time to set aside for his needs. Once Bowser was safe, he could worry about himself again, but for now, he crouched, forgotten in the corner, as the group left him behind.