The sun was beginning to set over the Walt Disney World Resort. The two water parks were long closed by now and, save for the nighttime spectaculars, the theme parks were also starting to wind down their days. Just about everywhere in Disney World, the action and excitement was coming to an end.

Everywhere, that is, except one place.

In the middle section of Downtown Disney, things were just getting started. Buildings that were quiet all day were opening their doors, letting the music inside pour out into the streets. Lights everywhere were flashing, and the atmosphere was one of intense partying.

This was Pleasure Island, and it was the next stop for Mario and the gang.

After finishing up Blizzard Beach, the group had returned to the hotel to change out of their swimsuits and back into their normal clothes (for Peach, this also included a hat in an attempt to cover up her braided hair). Now, however, they were standing at the front entrance to Pleasure Island, ready to go in and see what the nightlife at Disney World was like.

"Pleasure Island…" Luigi mused, "Isn't that the place in Pinocchio where all the kids turned into donkeys?"

"Don't worry, Luigi, this is a much different Pleasure Island," Mario assured, "basically, all of Disney's nightlife is here, such as clubs and the like."

"Heh, you mean like that Club Sugar my 'pal' Jimmy T. runs?" Wario muttered, "Okay, so there's dancing. Whoopee-do… Where's the booze?"

"Wario!" Peach shouted, "This is Disney World!"

"Yeah? So? I bet they still sell the stuff here. If I drink enough, you actually start to look a little attractive!"

The next thing Wario knew, he was flying like an oblong missile after getting clobbered in the face with a frying pan. He eventually crashed into the side of a dumpster and hit the ground face-first.

"Oh yeah… She digs me…" he sputtered before blacking out.

"Uh… Okay, then…" Mario began, trying to ignore what had just transpired, "There are a lot of different places we can visit here. A few dance halls, something called the Adventurer's Club, and the Comedy Warehouse. Where do you guys want to go first?"

"I'd vote for the Comedy Warehouse," Luigi suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Peach agreed.

"Me too," Daisy added, "I could go for a few laughs… That aren't supplied by Mr. Congeniality over there, at any rate."

Wario grunted in response.

"Fine, whatever…" Waluigi shrugged, "If I get to see someone make a complete idiot out of themselves, I'm happy."

"Well, it's settled then!" Mario concluded, "The Comedy Warehouse it is!"

'Warehouse' was an appropriate term for the building the comedy was being housed in: The walls were literally covered in Disney memorabilia. Everything, from movie posters and toys to old 'Closed for Refurbishment' signs and various other knick-knacks, was hanging from the walls. As for the layout of the warehouse itself, there was a stage at the front of the room with elevated seats going all the way up into the back, much like a movie theater. However, there was also a long, narrow table in front of each row of seats, making each seat a 'bar seat'.

When Mario and the gang got inside, they sat down in one of the rows, with the Mario Bros. near the center isle, the princesses in the middle, and the Wario Bros. at the end, near the wall. In fact, Waluigi was sitting right next to the wall, where a phone was hanging rather suspiciously.

"Hey, whaddya think this is for?" Waluigi asked as he picked the phone off the receiver and tried talking into it, "Hello? Can you hear me now?"

"It's a prop, stupid," Wario grunted, having somehow fully recovered from bashing his brains against the side of a dumpster, "ya know, like every other dang thing in this building. Now, hang that stupid thing up or I'll ram it down your throat. Your call."

Needless to say, Waluigi hung up.

Soon, the warehouse was starting to fill up, and an announcer began talking to the crowd. Not surprisingly, though, he spent more time making jokes than actually announcing anything.

"Due to popular request," the announcer began, "tonight's performance will not be in Portuguese."

There was a few scattered applauds at this 'announcement'.

"If you just applauded to that," he continued, "then you are racist… jerks."

"Hmm… I think I'm starting to get the idea as to what humor we're gonna be seeing here…" Daisy murmured, smiling a bit to herself.

"What? Cornball comedy?" Wario retorted, "Why the heck would you want that!? This is a nightclub, for crying out loud! Where's the raunchy stuff? Where's…"

He immediately shut up when he saw Peach reaching for her frying pan again.

Eventually, everyone was seated and the lights dimmed. Suddenly, a very energetic hostess marched through the onstage doors and quickly introduced herself.

"Hi, everyone, and welcome to the Comedy Warehouse!" she greeted, "What we do here is called 'improv comedy', which means we get input from you guys and then pretty much just make everything up as we go along! Saves a lot of time in rehearsal, it does…"

"Improv?..." Luigi muttered, "How's that gonna work? I mean, you can't write improv."

"What are you talking about, Luigi?" Mario asked, "They're gonna act it out on the stage, not write it anywhere."

"Well… I mean… You know…" the green-clad plumber motioned towards the 'fourth wall', "Something will probably get lost in the translation, if you know what I mean."

Mario just raised an eyebrow.

"I have no idea what you're trying to get at, bro."

"I… Oh, never mind…" Luigi sighed.

"Anyway, before we begin," the hostess continued, "I wanna call a friend of mine and see if they have any ideas to get us started…"

She walked over to a phone that was on the stage and began dialing a number. Suddenly, the phone that was right next to Waluigi began to ring!

"Oh no…" Daisy mumbled.

Seeing that everyone's face was one of pure fear at the thought of him talking to the woman onstage, Waluigi gave the rest of the group a sinister grin before picking up the phone (again).

"Hellooooo…" Waluigi cooed into the receiver.

"Hiya!" the hostess on the other end replied, "What's your name?"

"Waluigi!" he answered.

"Okay… And where are you from?"

"The Mushroom Kingdom."

"Uh, huh… Are you here with anyone tonight?"

"Yeah! All these losers over here!" he pointed at everyone else in the row, "The big tub of lard right next to me is Wario. He's some big, high-falutin' CEO of his own video game company as well as a treasure hunter. We're partners, so to speak, though the bum never gives me anything for doin' his dirty work…"

"Hey!" Wario shouted, loud enough to be heard over the phone, "I pay you! Heck, I just gave you a raise last week! I doubled your salary!"

"Right…" Waluigi groaned, "And what's zero times two, cheapskate?"

"Well… Um… Shut up; math was never my strong suit."

"Anyway…" Waluigi continued, "The two chicks over there are Peach and Daisy, and let me tell ya… They're really high maintenance. They're royalty, ya see, kinda like your precious little Disney Princesses, and they love to play the role of damsel in distress. I mean, they get kidnapped all the freakin' time."

"Waluigi!" Daisy protested, "I haven't been kidnapped in years! What are you talking about!?"

"That one's Daisy," Waluigi pointed out while ignoring her cries, "she has a bad taste in hairstyles, in case you couldn't tell."

"Oh, that does it…" she growled, running her fingers though her braided hair, "Next time we play baseball, I am so going to aim at your face instead of the strike zone."

"Lady, you don't have the guts to mess up a handsome face like this," the lanky antihero taunted, "now, the next girl over is Peach. She's a blonde and, trust me, she's living proof that blonde jokes are indeed true."

"Uh… Hey… Waluigi…" Wario whispered, "Don't look now, but she's whipping out the frying pan again."

Waluigi turned and, noticing that what Wario had said was true, wisely decided to move on before suffering the same fate that his partner did.

"Okay… Ignoring little Ms. PeachMS over there… The last two idiots are none other than the 'Mario Bros.', Mario and… The other guy."

"It's Luigi…" the younger brother hissed, "It's bad enough that everyone did that in the Beanbean Kingdom…"

"I know, that's why I did it," Waluigi snickered, "regardless, Greenie here is a sniveling coward who probably jumps at his own shadow and whose standing order wherever he goes is 'try not to screw this up too bad'. Quite honestly, I'm usually embarrassed to call this loser my rival."

Luigi, at this point, was burring his head in shame, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

"Way to go, Waluigi," Mario 'congratulated' sarcastically, "I think you just destroyed my brother's ego."

"He had one to begin with?" the purple plumber retorted, "at any rate, the guy in the red cap's Mario. He's a plumber, but somehow he got the title of 'Mr. Big-Shot Hero' since he's the one who has to go save Peach every ding-dong day."

"I see…" the hostess mused, "Well, thanks for the info! It was nice talking to you!"

With that, the woman hung up the phone. She then went back to the on-stage door, opened it up, and shouted inside.

"Alright, guys! You can come out now!"

Suddenly, three more people came pouring out the door and onto the stage. When all four comedians lined up, music began to play.

"Alright," the first comedian began, "so now what we're gonna do is sing a song about my new friend, Waluigi!"

Waluigi grinned. Everyone else went pale. This was not going to end well.

Waluigi was still laughing as he walked out of the Comedy Warehouse and back onto the streets of Pleasure Island.

"Wha ha ha!!!" he guffawed, trying to hold back tears, "Man, you losers should've seen the looks on your faces! If I had a video camera, I would've taped all of you and sold the thing to Bowser! I'm sure he'd get a kick outta it, too!"

"If you had a video camera…" Wario corrected, smoke pouring out of his ears, "I would've shoved the thing so far down your ugly little throat, you'd have a video of the inside of your underwear!"

"So, Peach…" Daisy asked her fellow princess, "You want me to hold Waluigi down while you beat him up, or the other way around?"

Peach folded her arms and glared at Waluigi.

"I say we both beat him up."

"Hey, I'm starting to rub off on ya," Daisy complimented, giving her 'sister-in-arms' a playful punch to the shoulder.

Luigi didn't say anything. He hadn't said anything since the song. Instead, he had pulled the brim of his hat over his face and refused to socialize with anyone. Mario, on the other hand, was busy mumbling some choice words in Italian as he stared at Waluigi, trying his hardest to refrain from throwing a few fireballs at the skinny antagonist.

However, while the group had been pretty off-put by Waluigi's stunt in the Comedy Warehouse, being back in the party-filled streets of Pleasure Island slowly brought their moods back up.

"Well, I guess we should hit one of the dance clubs next," Mario suggested, "anyone have a preferred type of music?"

Surprisingly enough, the replies came back almost unanimous.

"Techno."

"Yeah, techno."

"Techno's fine with me."

"…" Luigi simply nodded.

"Hey, what about country?"

Everyone glared at Waluigi.

"What? I like country," Waluigi defended, "it's the music that goes best with my dance moves!"

"You mean that 'crotch-chop' thing you do in those soccer tournaments?" Daisy inquired.

"Uh… Well… Yeah…"

"Sorry, Waluigi, but you're outnumbered," Mario countered, "besides, you owe us for that Comedy Warehouse stint."

"What!? No I don't! I don't owe you nothin'!"

"So that means you do owe us something, sucker!" Wario concluded, "Heh heh… Double negatives… Gotta love 'em."

"Yeah, but… GAH! FINE! I'll do techno! Stupid idiots…"

The group made their way to the techno dance hall on Pleasure Island: Mannequins Dance Palace. Once there, they all, obviously, began dancing… Except Luigi, who simply walked over to the bar, sat down, and ordered a drink. Daisy was the first to notice this.

"Gee… He's still bummed out over that whole musical number, isn't he?" she asked Mario.

"Hmm… I guess so," the plumber replied, "I mean, Waluigi was a jerk for humiliating us like that, but Luigi must've really taken it hard."

Unable to stand seeing him so depressed, Daisy made her way over to him and sat down next to him.

"Hey… You okay, Luigi?" she inquired.

"… I'm fine…" he murmured almost inaudibly.

"Why don't you go out on the dance floor and strut your stuff a little bit?"

"… I'm not a good dancer."

"Not a good dancer? Come on, I know you can dance! You helped Mario get the Music Keys back, remember?"

At this point, the barkeep came up and gave Luigi his drink.

"Root beer, eh?" Daisy observed.

"… I don't like alcohol. It tastes bad."

"Well, I suppose that's a good thing. You won't ever get drunk that way…"

As she watched Luigi remain quiet and take a sip of his drink, Daisy realized she needed to stop beating around the bush and get to the point.

"Okay, look, Luigi: I know Waluigi was acting like a total jerk back at the Comedy Warehouse, but you can't let that bother you! It's not like he doesn't do that all the time anyway. This is Waluigi we're talking about here; the guy hardly says anything if it isn't an insult!"

"… Yeah, but he made me look like an idiot in front of everyone in that show."

"Aw, come on, I don't think anyone was taking him seriously. It was the Comedy Warehouse, after all! They probably thought he was just joking around! Trust me, if anyone in that show actually thought for a second that you were a complete wuss who couldn't do anything right, I'd give then a reminder they wouldn't soon forget!"

The princess slowly got up and started walking back to the dance floor before turning back to Luigi.

"Come on, you wanna dance with me?"

Luigi immediately snapped to attention and stared at Daisy wide-eyed.

"D-D-Dance?" he sputtered, "W-W-With you? B-B-But I don't think you can really dance as a pair to techno…"

"So? There's a first time for everything. The way I see it, you can dance to any type of music as a pair…"

She held out her hand.

"… You just need two people."

Slowly, but surely, Luigi reached out and held onto her hand. Almost immediately, she dragged him to his feet and out onto the dance floor. When she did so, quite a large group of people stopped to watch them, the least of which were Mario and the gang.

"Uh… Daisy…" Luigi mumbled, "Everyone's looking at us…"

"Let 'em look," she replied, "they're just jealous."

Luigi had never imagined dancing with Daisy, let alone to techno music, but after that night, he couldn't picture it any other way.

Author's Note: Yes, I know I kinda chickened out on the whole improv song there (as well as the rest of the show), but I figured that, like Luigi sorta hinted at, you can't truly capture the spirit of improv unless it's truly improvised, something that's impossible to do in writing. My advice: Go to the Comedy Warehouse and see for yourself. Or just watch Whose Line is it Anyway? That works too.