A Mafioso circled a spot on the map, covering it in red ink. "He's there," said the mobster. "Lost his signal five minutes ago, right after he sent word he had him. Luigi."

Popple slumped in a chair, taking oxygen in from a tank. "Call everyone," he said. "Every pianta, every mobster in the city. Call them here. Gather them all up here first. No mistakes this time. We're going to take an army to that farm, all at once and sweep it like hellfire."

It didn't take too long. About two hours before cars, bikes, piantas on foot were all heading towards Chauncey's club. It was an army, all meeting with Popple. Did any of them even suspect that Cackletta was watching carefully? They were massing to attack.

Luigi and Bean lay in the dirt. Luigi took stock of Boddle's truck parked nearby and stirred, standing shakily. The front door was splintered and its windows were broken. He carefully walked inside. Bean got up, staggerinside after him. "Peasley!" she cried.

"Kid!" said Luigi.

Luigi burst out of the screendoor at the back of the farmhouse, holding his Poltergust and wiping off Boddle's devolution gun. There were bloody child sized footprints leading out the screen door, streaking across the lawn and into the field, where Luigi could not follow. Bean came out after Luigi and found him staring right at the edge of the field.

"What are you doing with those guns?" she aksed. "What are you going to do?" She lunged for him, suddenly wild, wrenching his arm. He spun, easily throwing her to the ground.

"How did your sister die?" Luigi asked her and she held his gaze, but then, everything broke inside of her and she collapsed in sobs. "That happened to her. Peasley… he killed her." This seemed to break Bean out of her sobs.

"No!" she cried. "No, he was climbing a bookshelf, it fell back on him. He has no control, he gets scared, it explodes."

"What is it, a telekinetic mutation?" asked Luigi.

"Someday he'll learn to control it," promised Bean.

"Yeah, I know we will. Imagine what he could do."

"If he did good with it! If he grew up good!"

"He doesn't," Luigi told her and stared back into the field.

"You stay away from him!" said Bean and she ran into the field. "Peasley! Peasley!"

Luigi used his Godly sight. Peasley had run vertically through the field and was sititng by the waterway. He ran around and found the boy crouched over the water, half covered in blood and hair matted over one eye. Luigi looked at him and approached, the Poltergust was in hand but not raised. Peasley was like a frightened animal and a long moment passed between the two of them. Just like that, Luigi put his hand on Peasley's head and the kid leaned against his legs, crying.

Bean burst from the clearing, taking a glimpse of the sight before embracing Peasley. She wiped the blood from her son's face as Luigi stepped back.

"Right now, two things have happened," Luigi told her. "My future self knows that Peasley's the kid he's looking for and the Bob-Omb Mafia knows that I'm here. So in fifteen minutes, one or both are going to come down that waterway. You pack up in Bogmire's truck, whatever you can fit in ten minutes and you drive away from all of this. Go to Delfino Isle, Dinohattan, Mekanos, Rogueport even… just go away from here."

"Where are you going?" asked Bean, but Luigi just walked onto the waterway.

Popple's office was crowded with mobsters, gangsters and whores, all preparing for the strike on the farm against Luigi as had been authorized by Cackletta. Almost all of the mobsters who were also dual with the Kremling Krew were to stay behind and protect Cackletta. While Luigi had his suspicions, that was the first that many of them wondered if she knew who they really were. "We've got everyone here, all of our people," a gangster whispered in Popple's ear.

"Arm them up and let's go," responded Popple.

There was a loud buzz and Popple turned to see whatever annoyance was bugging him now. Yet what he saw in the security monitor made him shake his head. Slim Bankshot ripped the sack off of a body and held Waluigi's battered and bloody face to the camera.

"I got him, Popple. I got him!" he cried out excitedly.

"Well isn't that something," muttered Popple and he radioed Hermie to let the boy in. When the door buzzed open, Slim Bankshot pushed Waluigi through the long entrance hallway and past a dozen gangsters, who all watched him with amazement. Bankshot glowed as he glanced at Waluigi's bound hands. Eventually, Hermie stopped him to take a look at Waluigi personally.

"So we got both?" asked Hermie.

"Just the Nanbi," clarified Bankshot with a smile. "I got him. Knew he went for whores, so I checked every building."

"They found Luigi too, though, on a farm on the east side," said Hermie. "That's why everyone is here, Cackletta told us to make an entire sweep."

"Luigi… screw Luigi!" exclaimed Bankshot. "Save your Poltergusts I got the Nanbi! I'm not such a screw up now am I? I'm taking him up to Popple!"

Waluigi interrupted Bankshot's ravings by using his legs to kick himself off the wall and back into Slim Bankshot, slamming the boy into the opposite wall with a might that none suspected the old man had. They all just thought he was a ghost. Waluigi ripped his bound hands apart with revealing Godly strength, grabbed Hermie's Poltergust and shut the enforcer in the face before ripping the man's Gold Flower straight out of his chest. Crushing it and inhaling it, Waluigi reveled in the power once more.

He blasted the gangsters in the hallway like hell. A few of his blasts were returned, but Waluigi used his magic to make their blasts just bounce off and hit them back. After a few minutes, everything was smoky still for a moment. Waluigi stared at the passage that led deeper into the club and when a pianta came out to stop him, he ripped the Gold Flower out of the man's heart, supercharging himself.

Waluigi weaved his way through the backstage area, using his Godly powers to trigger explosions all around the club. He smiled devious thoughts. Cackletta surely left the moment that broke his bonds, but Popple was still here. Waluigi easily took down gangster after mobster after gangster mowing them down through the tight and twisty corridors, intent on leaving none behind, intent on supercharging himself to the degree that it would last maybe even forever.

Waluigi was blasting away. He was purging. He was killing everyone he laid eyes on. Gangster, mobsters and even whores. It was horrible, but he paid no mind, he relished in the greed of his bad deeds. He enjoyed seeing the men maimed and bleeding and the women crying and dying the way people actually died to Gods. He just forged on, going deeper in Chauncey's nightclub.

It didn't take long at all for him to reach Popple's office, but the man wasn't there. In fact, he was hiding behind his desk with two gangsters. "Luigi," gasped the old man, giving up his position. "Guess Dr. Gadd put the Poltergust in your hand and everything comes back around, like your freaking ties!" Waluigi smiled, breathed in deviously and advanced towards Popple with malicious intent.

Slim Bankshot's eyes fluttered open and painfully, he lifted himself up to his feet, checking his shoulder. He looked at the gangsters, mobsters and whores in the hallway, they were all dead. Hermie's mangled body caught his eyes and brought tears of rage to them. What had Waluigi done to them? This wasn't how people died of Poltergusts or devolution guns… this was madness! This was like years of torture done in a single night!

Slim Bankshot wandered the halls of Chauncey's nightclub, past dead and dying people. He wondered for a second where Cackletta was. She'd be back. She'd know what to do. He made it to Popple's office, but he already knew what he'd see, the old man with a gaping hole in his head as if his brain had been ripped out of his skull by hand. Slim Bankshot stood stunned over Popple and he let the tears fall freely from his eyes.

Then, on the wall, Slim Bankshot noted the map and whispered to himself the location of where the farm circled in red was.