The following day he was much better and woke up pretty early because he was slept a lot the previous day. He looked at the helmet and actually realized how bad the dent was. He wanted to fix it as soon as possible, so he went to go wake up Ludwig. His brother was fast asleep. He shook him slightly and whispered.

"Ludwig. Wake up." Ludwig stirred. Larry shook him more and whispered a little louder. "Wake up." He finally woke up. He groggily turned to look at Larry.

"Ugh, Larry... It's five in the morning... What do you want?"

"Can we go fix my helmet?" He holds up the helmet.

"Larry, can't it wait until later?"

"Come on, it's so important to me! Please! Please! Pleeeeeaaasse!" His voice was getting louder.

"Alright! Fine! Fine! Just quit whining in my ear and let me get ready." Larry cheered softly. Within an hour Ludwig was ready and they went off to get it fixed.

They entered a store and the Toad at the repairs table was already shivering upon seeing them. They walked up to him.

"Can you fix this?" Ludwig asked, putting the dented helmet on the counter. The Toad nodded quickly. "Good. Then hop to it." Ludwig commanded. Within the hour, the repair was done and the helmet looked as good as new. Ludwig paid for the repairs and Larry thanked the Toad before excitedly running out the store with the helmet in his hands. Ludwig sighed and followed. He had to talk to his youngest brother, so he called him over.

"Larry, I really don't want you to get hurt again," he started, "so I think you should drop out of the team."

"What?!" Larry exclaimed, while he abruptly stopped walking. Ludwig bumped into him because of the abrupt stop. He already was wearing the helmet. "I can't just drop out! My team needs me…"

"Well, I need you in one piece!" Ludwig blurted out. He quickly clapped his hands over his mouth and his face reddened a little. Larry stared at him wide-eyed for a few seconds before returning to his normal expression and averting eye contact. They continued walking in silence for a bit. Larry slowly stopped once again and while still averting eye contact by looking at his feet, he spoke up,

"I really had no idea you cared so much... Sorry for making you worry so much..." Ludwig's heart melted upon hearing that. It would be pretty selfish of him to keep Larry from playing because he didn't want the kid to get hurt; but at the same time, this game and the team was very important to Larry. They continued walking and there was more silence. Ludwig sighed and continued,

"Look, Larry... I can see how important this is to you... So you're free to do as you wish. Just try to be a little more careful." A wide grin grew across the little Koopa's face.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Larry cried while pretty much tackling Ludwig to the ground. "I'll try my very best not to get killed out there!" Ludwig's face was a bit red once again and he was averting eye contact. He sat up and pushed Larry off.

"Ok, ok. I get it. Let's just go home, alright?" Larry nodded happily and they began walking home.

It was afternoon and Larry was practicing outside when they got home. Ludwig went back to bed and the other Koopalings were doing their thing. Roy went outside to assist Larry with his training. Larry's team could be seen approaching. They made their way to the castle and swarmed around Larry.

"Yo li'l man, are you ok?" Chance asked.

"We thought you were a goner!" Chet added.

"Are you well enough to play in the next game?" Chad asked. They were all bombarding him with questions and not even letting him answer. Larry finally cut them off.

"GUYS! I'm fine! I'll be playing in the next game! Geez!" They all cheer and they all ended up training with the two Koopalings. It was almost the finals and they had to be in tip top shape. They amped up their running, throwing, catching, and tackling. They made sure that they would be able to cover each other, especially Larry since he was the most fragile. They basically trained until they were exhausted. They all flopped onto the grass and looked up at the sky. There was a long silence until one of them spoke up.

"Do you guys think we'll win this thing?" It was Chance asking this. "We've only got a few more teams to face off against too..."

"I think... No... We will win." Larry said confidently. "With all this training we've been doing and with good strategies, we'll totally win this thing!"

"I dunno, kid." Chet began. "I mean the current champs are probably gonna be tough and we've honestly never got this far." Larry sat up and stared at Chet.

"What's with the doubt?"

"Well you DID just suffer an injury, so who knows how many more you'll get in the next rounds?"

"So you think I can't do it?"

"You can do it, but it's so dang risky with you playing. You're like an egg waiting to burst when people come after you."

"So now that's a problem?" Larry got up and walked over to Chet. He was getting up in his face and the two looked like they might tussle.

"Hey now. Hey now. Guys we really don't need to fight over this." Chance said, picking Larry up by the rim of his shell and placing him away from Chet. He stepped between the two so they could have some distance from each other. "Larry won't get hurt again 'cause we'll have his back and you'll stop being such a pessimist alright?" Chet crossed his arms and muttered fine. "How about we practice a little more and we can go off and do whatever?" The rest of the team agreed, so they continued training.

After training for a while, they were all too exhausted so the Chucks went home.

"See ya later, Larry!" Chance called.

"Bye! See you at the next game!" Larry called back waving.

There were only a few more hurdles to jump until they win the championships. They were all hoping it would go in their favour.