Mario was listening to his own theme song, which has totally not been remixed to INFINITY as he was trying to think of something to write. Snapping his fingers, he started drabbling down somthing, looking upon it as he cleared his throat.
"Now, the title of this baby is Why So Immature," The red-capped Italian American plumber stated, obviously not trying to use the time as a pathetically embarrassing way to increase the word count for no reason whatsoever, "And now, for the story itself. The..."
There practically was nothing after 'The'.
"PERFECT!" Mario exclaimed with joy as he jumped up, ran straight out of his house, and handed it to Toadsworth, begging him to publish it. Toadsworth took one look at the 'story', and then took off his glasses, whacking Mario on the head with his good ol' trusted cane.
"Master Mario, I apologize for being rude, but what are you, four?" Toadsworth barked back as he placed his glasses on and teared apart the pieces of paper, heading off back to the castle.
Mario stood there, his jaw dropped in disbelief as he lost all hope and decided to quit writing.
"Screw writing!" he shouted as he flung his red cap into the air, "I can always join the circus! That's better than writing a stupid story, anyway!" And join the circus did he. March on, Mario... march on.