Hey everybody! I'm back. I made you guys wait so long... as you know, I don't have much access to a computer.
But here I am, anyways! And here's the chapter!
"Ewe..." says Bowser. "Look, buddy! Lemmy, look over there! That guy... he's... he's smelling those oranges!"
Bowser and his son are at a diner celebrating Father's Day until their feast is interrupted by someone at the opposite table smelling... oranges.
"Oh, Mary, I do love you..." says the man as he picks up another orange.
"This is more disgusting than Wow Wow Wubzy," Lemmy comments. "Can we move to a different table?"
"No. We've gotta tell this guy how offensive that his little stunt is." Bowser walks over to the table and whacks the orange out of the creature's hand.
"Excuse me-" says the man.
"WHAT KIND OF FAT JOKE IS THIS?" exclaims Bowser. "You little twerp! You go out offending the public like that-"
"Hold it! Hold it!" says a man from around the corner. Suddenly, a large camera group walks in and one man says, "This is actually all part of a show! My name is John Quinones, this is a show on ABC called What Would You Do! Bowser, I can see that-"
"Get out of my face!"
"Fine. But first, you have to date an ugly chick."
"..."
"It was a dare. Don't ask."
"...Hmm... what ugly chick should I... AHA! Count Bleck!"
"That's not a chick."
"Oh."
"This might take a while. In the meantime-"
"Welcome, everyone! To America's Funniest Home Videos! And now, here's the man that... UGH, I AM TOTES DONE WITH THINKING UP OF ALL THESE CLEVER THINGS TO DESCRIBE TOM BERGERON! Enjoy your stupid reality show, you little twerps."
"Now," says Tom. "These next few clips might get very saucy, if you know what I mean." Tom raises his his eyebrows up and down in a creepy like fashion and nobody laughs. "Erm... ahem. So nobody gets it...?"
It is such a bad joke that I don't even understand it, and I am the one who wrote it.
"Well then-"
"Uh... E. GADD?"
"Not a chick."
"Steven Spielberg?"
"Nope."
"Justin Bieber?"
"No, umm... well, I'm actually not quite sure-"
"I'M DONE WITH THIS!"
"Fine then! You have to do a dance of praise around Mario for twenty four hours!" says John.
"WHAT?"
Mario appears out of nowhere and comfirm, "Yeah. You have to do a dance of praise around me for twenty four hours."
"Oh, fine..." Bowser rubs his claws together and starts making odd hand gestures while circling Mario and singing, "Ooh! Hakuna! Ooh! Hakuna! Ooohhhwwwweeeeee! Hakuna! Ooh-"
Back at AFV, Bergeron is still trying to impress the audience yet he has not shown any clips yet.
"Come on, you guys! Okay, this is a classic... AUGHEEEMMM... I told the witch doctor I was in love with you! I told the witch doctor I was in love with you! And then, the witch doctor, he told me what to do, he said that..."
"-Hakuna! Ooh!"
"This is getting boring!" complains Mario. "Sing a different song!"
"FINE..." grumbles Bowser. "Ma-ia-hii, Ma-ia-huu, Ma-ia-hoo, Ma-ia-haha-"
"OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG-"
-1 day and 2/16 later (Wow, I didn't reduce! I'm such a horrible person!)-
"Numa numa-"
"Hey, guys. Why don't we stop singing songs that no one has ever heard of?" asks Mr. L.
"Yeah. But... MR. L! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH LUIGI?"
"I am Luigi, yet I am not Luigi at the same time."
"?"
"Fine. He's in the closet," says Mr. L.
Bowser and Mario open the door to reveal...
LYLE JACKSON LINE DANCING!
...
IN A CLOSET!
And then suddenly, FFWS found her way through the crowd of people and started DANCING WITH LYLE JACKSON?
"DANCING WITH LYLE JACKSON?" exclaims Bowser.
"Okay, shut up now, Bowser!"
"Lyle Jackson, I LOVE YOU!" she screams.
"I love you too, FFWS!"
And then the scene gets all mushy. Sorry, I'm not good at romance.
And then FFWS is slapped away by...
FUTURE FANTASY WRITER!
"FUTURE FANTASY WRITER!" says Bowser.
"Bowser, go sit in the car!" I say.
"Fine..." sulks Bowser.
But anyways, Future Fantasy Writer says, "NO! LYLE JACKSON! YOU MUST LOVE ME!"
"NO, HE LOVES ME!"
"NOT!"
"YEAH TOO!"
Marshmallow452: Guys.
FFW & FFWS: What?
Marshmallow452: You know there's a reason I'm bringing you to the Script Format Timeout Table. Would any of you like to tell me?
FFW & FFWS: ...
Marshmallow452: Treat Lyle nicely. He's only a developing OC. Now, Lyle, would you like to go home and take a hot shower?
Lyle: Yes...
FFW & FFWS: ...Aww... I hate you, Marshmallow...
Marshmallow452: Good... now, I'll release you from the Script Format Timeout Table.
"Hey," says Lyle. "It's fine, FFW and FFWS. Here. Have some cinnamon roles. Purple cinnamon roles."
FFW and FFWS solemnly take a purple cinnamon role.
"Good. Now everyone's happy-"
"Shut up, Marshmallow," says FFWS. "No one's talking to you anymore."
"...Aww."
I sigh.
"...Soo... this means I'm walking home by myself tonight?"
No one answers.
"Curses."
Starlow was not in this chapter, because I decided that it's only fair if EVERYONE votes. So, to the people using phones, the choices are...
1. Professor Elvin Gadd
2. Princess Shroob
3. Toadbert
4. Stuffwell
5. King Bob-omb
6. Elder Princess Shroob
7. Starlow
Okay, that covers this chapter! And, yes, it was my fault that Ariana was more random to fit the story.
P.S. I'm sharing what gender I am next chapter.
Heheh... just kidding.
'K. Bai.