Chapter Eighteen:

Trying to Figure it Out

'Mama mia, how can we be all out of fried chicken already, there has to be fried chicken somewhere?'

At the trash bag-filled Wario Bros' residence, Wario was digging around trash cans and food containers, desperate to have a taste of fried chicken. It had been a short time since he and Waluigi even last ate any of that, but it was hard to even find fried chicken unless you went to a food store to get it. Currently, it appeared the Wario Brothers were all out of fried chicken.

Wario then chuckled when he found a piece of fried chicken at the bottom of a bag and whipped out a plate, then he began to eat it all. He scarfed and munched until that delicious fried chicken food had been gobbled up, then he saw Waluigi approaching.

"Hey-a, bro. Where've you been all day?" Wario asked with a sneer, "Your fried chicken got all eaten."

"Bro?" Waluigi said to his brother and partner, "Do you think I am special?"

"Yeah, sure." Wario replied passively.

"Well, I want to get into Smash but I have to have a special ability. What do you think my special moves should be?"

"Special moves, eh?" Wario scratched his head, "Let me think, uuuuuuuuuhhhh…"

'C'mon, c'mon.' Waluigi thought, his mind was still steaming after what went down with SMG3 earlier. And deep within his heart, the dragon of rage was stirring and sparks were flying. Waluigi didn't notice, but his genes were shifting as mysterious hidden powers within were slowly awakening with each passing moment of struggle and neglect, fueled by his exclusion from Smash.

"Oh look, I'm out of chicken." Wario suddenly said, much to the Wah-man's dismay, "Let me head out to the store and get some more food. SEE YA LATER, LOSER! WAH HA-HA-HA! Good-a luck getting into-a Smash, Waluigi, I'm-a more lucky than you!"

Waluigi watched as his own brother left their house, leaving him alone as he wallowed in depression. Another tear rolled down his face and Waluigi moved to a table, finding Wario's mirror close by. He picked it up, looking at his reflection. And, for a moment, he thought he saw a different Waluigi with blue eyes and a stronger build. But it was just likely his mind messing with him.

He wondered if he didn't have anything really exciting about himself that people liked, then Waluigi shook his head and decided that he had to have some special move to show off.

The lanky Italian headed to a pile of trash bags and looked through them, trying to find anything helpful. People threw stuff out all the time and some of it got reused elsewhere, if other people found what had been thrown out before. Waluigi muttered to himself, hoping he'd be able to find something real useful.

And then, he picked up a swiss army knife, which had been thrown out sometime ago, and studied it.

"Maybe this could be my special move." He said, 'Forget about the Wah-Taco Missile Bomb whatever, I bet people would love to-a see Waluigi with a swiss army kni...'

"Knock, knock."

Waluigi lowered the knife and turned around to see Bob close by, that stupid Garo was roaming around the neighborhood randomly again and it was not the first time that he'd come by the Wario Bros' trash bag-filled dump for a residence. And, didn't he live in a landfill somewhere?

"What's up, neighbor?" Bob quipped, "I was thinking if I could borrow some sugar, I'm making some brownies."

"Hey, Bob." Waluigi waved, "Do you have any special moves?"

"Huh? 'Special moves'?" Bob replied, "Oh, hel yeah, I do..." He did a backflip and landed flawlessly on his feet while flashing his swords, "You won't be able to handle the awesomeness of Bob, check this shit out!"

Waluigi facepalmed as Bob did a 360 flip with his blades flashing and danced around like a wacky idiot, doing another backflip, followed by some other random move that the Wah-man had never seen before, while declaring, "Oh yeah, ninja backflip, b****! Can't stop this, can't stop this! Nobody can stop this! Damn, its hard to fend off all the losers these babies can bring."

'Damn, knives are already taken.' Waluigi threw away the swiss army knife, letting become garbage again, and departed the 'house', walking through the streets while Bob continued to do wacky stuff like a mentally-challenged buffoon until the Garo finally stopped. But by the time he'd finished, Waluigi had left.

"So, I guess that means no sugar for my brownies." Bob remarked, "Dammit."

Just then, he spotted a box on one of the tables near a trashbag, seeing the words "sugar" on it's side. Bob's eyes lit up, then he ran towards the table, grabbed the box, and ran off with a cry of happiness, ready to make some brownies...