AUTHOR'S NOTE: Gee, has it really been a year? Sorry for being SOOO inactive, but hey! Here's the newest chapter! I thank my younger self for typing a few words as a prompt :/

"Dude! I can't believe you dropped her!"

"It wasn't my fault! You were the one who told me to let go of her!"

"Near the ground! Not in the air!"

The two paratroopers were busy arguing about their failed attempt to try and kidnap the Mario bros. sister, both still heated up at the moment as they flewtowards Bowser's Castle. Walking was an absolute no-no, since they might be spotted, or seen from the shadows.

"Can't we just walk instead? My wings are getting tired."

"No! What if someone saw us?"

The second paratrooper was silent. "They'd throw a pie at us, which would mean free food?"

"NO! They'd call for the Mario plumbers, you idiot!"

"Oh."

As they continued flying, they saw a light in the distance that could only mean Bowser was still up, and apparently moving around. It was no matter, since the paratroopers could be easily replaceable. As they neared Bowser's Castle, they found that no guards were out. Strange. None would be out unless…

"Dude! He's doing a head count!"

"Aw, that means he does care about us!"

"Whatever, man, but if he finds out we've been out, we're toast! Let's go!"

They were wrong. It was only Bowser Jr., awaiting the two minions to arrive soon. Jr. heard the unmistakeable flapping of wings outside, and he quickly ran to his open window. "Well?" he demanded.

"No, sir. She's in the hospital."
"Just when she was vulnerable!" Jr. roared. "I can't believe I put my trust in you two! I'll just go after her myself then, tomorrow night!"
"But sir, that hospital…those Marios are in it."

Jr. huffed, annoyed. "I'll be there at NIGHT, when they're SLEEPING. Do you get the picture now?"
"Ah…excellent idea, boss," the first paratrooper stated. "Yeah, yeah, just go back to your post. Papa will deal with you tomorrow."

The paratroopers gulped. "Y-Yes, your highness!" They flew off after that.

"Hmph! I'll probably be better than those pathetic losers. Oh wait, I WILL be!" he cackled. "Might as well sleep all day tomorrow. I gotta have a good, convincing attack. Maybe if I fake a cold when Papa comes in…yeah! That's a good idea." Thinking that his plan would ultimately spell 'success', Jr. quietly went to sleep, awaiting his master plan to be put into effect.

Short, I know. I'll be posting another one though!