AN: Hey guys! Welcome to SK episode 37! I hope you guys enjoy this, as I am really excited about this story in particular!

A quick note before we continue; this story is not connected in anyway to my other fanfic Swapping the Siblings. Sure, the concept of Fortune's Comet is the same, but these two fics take place in completely different universes. This is the case because, in all honesty, the concept of Fortune's Comet (the comet, not the story) has been in my mind for quite a while. And when given the opportunity to write about it, I will certainly do so with great pleasure.

Anyway, let's get started, shall we?

Chapter 1 Camping Out

Larry Koopa lay in his bed while chewing on a piece of bubble gum, turning a page of a comic book he held right above him. The comic book in question was one that he had only picked up recently, which was a shame as he found it to be quite entertaining. The Adventures of Titanium Man, The Metallic Hero. It had every last thing that Larry loved to see in a comic book. A superhero with awesome powers? Check, as Titanium Man himself was a robot who rebelled against his evil creators in order to operate for the greater good. Beautiful artwork and dynamic posing? Check, because the artist who drew the comic book was one of the most revered in the industry. Awesome dialogue? Great characters? Absolutely kickass action? Check, check, check. Seriously, this comic book was the tried-and-true GOAT!

Blowing a bubble, Larry turned to the next page. He sweated at the scene depicted in the panels, where Titanium Man tried to escape being crushed to death by a press while strapped to a conveyor belt. He held the comic book closer to his face, biting his lip as he did. Come on, Titanium Man! He screamed in his head. Come on buddy, I know you can do it!

"How are you doing, bro?"

Larry gasped as if coming up for air after swimming in an ocean of shock. He sat up, turning toward his door. He smiled upon seeing who his visitor was.

"Hey, Roy." He set the book to the side, running his fingers through his sky-blue mohawk as he did. "I'm doing pretty good. How are you?"

"I'm doing well too." He walked deeper into Larry's room, wearing a smile that made his shades-wearing face that much nicer to look at. "Nothing much is happening though."

"And this is a bad thing because…?" Larry laughed as Roy gave him a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Oh come on; I love it when nothing happens! If nothing is happening, that means you're not experiencing anything bad!

Roy snickered. "Well, I don't think you're experiencing anything good either…" he shook his head as Larry giggled. "But I see your point." He walked over to Larry's bed, taking a seat next to his youngest brother. "A lot of bad things happen in life, so having nothing happening is definitely an improvement over that."

"Mmhm!" Larry patted Roy's shoulder, grinning as he did. Roy returned the favor, smiling for a minute in a way that filled Larry's heart with warmth. He let this happen for a minute before promptly pushing Roy out of the bed. "Now, beat it, man."

Roy blinked. "What? Why?"

"I'm reading." Larry picked the comic book back up, making a big show out of lying himself back down and opening the book. "Specifically, I'm reading the best part of the book. Or, I mean, I was reading the best part of the book before you so rudely interrupted!" He giggled, giving Roy a wink as he did. "You can make amends with me by leaving the room and letting me read in peace!"

Roy snickered. "Okay!"

Larry nodded and dove right back into reading. His breath actually caught in his throat when he watched Titanium Man's sidekick use a ray gun to vaporize the superhero's binds. The superhero in question proceeded to stand up and face down the supervillain who trapped him, using all the powers that he had in his possession. Larry smiled upon seeing this fight. It was another example of why having superpowers is the absolute best.

"Man, you sure do like that, don't ya?"

Larry wrinkled his snout, lowering the comic book to look at his brother. "Hey! I told you to get out of my room!"

"You did. But you've gotta remember that I'm a bad boy." Roy chortled as he wiggled his eyebrows. "It's going to take a lot more than a simple request to make me leave you alone."

Larry raised an eyebrow. "Okay, would it help if I screamed my request then?"

"Hmm. Maybe. I severely doubt it though." Roy put his hand to his mouth as the chuckles escalated. "But I'm here for a reason." Larry sat up again, still giving his older brother a raised eyebrow. "That reason is ever so important; the whole fate of the world depends on me making this request to you. Larry?" He took in a deep breath before putting on the biggest, goofiest smile that Larry had ever seen. "Do you want to go down to the field and play soccer with me?"

Larry continued to keep his eyebrow miles high. "You seriously have the audacity… the audacity to ask me to play soccer while I'm reading the greatest comic of all time?"

Roy's face fell. "Oh, well…" he scratched the back of his head. "Well, we can do it later if you…"

"I'd love to!"

Roy did a double-take before smiling once again. "Oh! Okay then!" Larry hopped out of bed, leaving Titanium Man sitting alone for the time being. As they walked towards the door, Roy smirked at him for possibly the twelfth time that day "You're quite the little stinker, making me worry like that."

"Eh, what can I say?" Larry shrugged. "You might be a bad boy, but I'm the baddest boy!"

In response to this, Roy gave Larry a noogie. Both Koopas laughed like goobers as they made the long journey down the path that led to the outside. With a quip here and a stuck-out tongue there, Larry thought about the epic game that he and his brother were going to partake in. Soccer was, after all, a sacred ritual. It required a pinch of concentration, a dash of dedication, and a LOT of fun. Wait, scratch that, that wasn't entirely accurate. Soccer was a serious sport. It wasn't for the weak, nor was it for the small-minded. Larry would personally go out of his way to make sure that only those who were worthy of the sport played soccer. Did that make him a gatekeeper? Sure. But, again, he was a bad boy. It only made sense.

As such, Larry went out of his way to hype both himself and his brother up when they got to the door. Larry made sure to tell Roy that he was going to be all in; victory or death. His older brother, for some reason, didn't seem to take those words seriously. Sure, that might be because of the jovial tone and smiles that Larry used to deliver the message, but still. Larry was all in! He wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in his way. He was going to be the very best, like no one ever was…!

"Oh hey, look it's Iggy."

Larry blinked. He looked to where Roy pointed, indeed seeing his green-haired brother. Larry looked at all the gear the lanky Koopaling had with him. There was a tent, a video camera that Iggy was currently setting up on a tripod, a chair resting right on the ashy ground…

"Dude, is Iggy camping out?"

"I don't know." Roy looked at Iggy, frowning as he did. "Be pretty weird if he is; I thought people usually camped out at a campground."

"Yeah." Larry looked back at him. A silence hung in the air. "Wanna go see what he's up to?"

"Uh… I don't know…"

"Do you wanna go see what he's up to and annoy him in the process?"

Roy smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Now you're speaking my language!"

Larry grinned. Now forgetting all about the soccer game that the two of them were going to engage in, the brothers made their way over to their other brother. When they got close enough, Larry heard Iggy talking to himself. Well, he was either talking to himself or some sort of voice in his head; Larry couldn't say for certain. Either way, it made Iggy setting up his camera a much more entertaining scene to watch.

"Alright, I believe I am adequately set up." He turned away from the tripod for a second, diving back into his tent. "Now, just to make sure that I have adequate nutrition…" The sound of rustling plastic came out of the tent, which to Larry indicated that Iggy was in possession of some chip bags. His mouth watered just thinking about that.

At least, until he got a glorious idea. While shushing Roy, he gestured for his burly brother to stand on one side of the tent. Roy obeyed, and Larry stood on the other. Trying to keep their giggles quiet enough to go undetected, they tiptoed into the tent. Iggy indeed rummaged through an assortment of various chip bags, as well as other types of snacks. Still trying to be as quiet as possible, Larry and Roy tiptoed even closer to Iggy. The genius was none the wiser.

"Ah, exquisite," Iggy said to himself. He sat up, no doubt smiling. "I am rather comfortable with all the preparations I made." He giggled to himself. "Oh, I cannot even begin to describe how much I'm looking forward to…"

"BOO!"

"AAAHHH!" Iggy shrieked loud enough to hurt Larry's ears, making the blue haired Koopaling question if their prank was even worth it. However, upon seeing Iggy's look when he turned toward them, as well as how quickly his chest rose and fell… yeah, there was no denying it; this prank was fucking genius.

"Larry! Roy!" Iggy's breathing rate slowed down as he stood up, flashing them the most vicious of glares. "That wasn't funny!"

"You're right." Larry tried to keep himself from turning into a giggly mess. "It was hilarious!"

"Super hilarious!" Roy chimed in. "You should've seen the look on your face!"

Iggy opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something else. Larry and Roy stared at him, waiting for the lecture that he no doubt was going to lay on top of them. Larry could already imagine how the spiel would go, and it made him ever so excited.

That was until Iggy closed his mouth and shook his head. "Why did I end up with you two as brothers?" He walked past them, making his way out of the tent.

Larry actually did a double-take when this happened. He looked at Roy, whose jaw was dropped just as low as his. Seriously? That was all Iggy had to say? Whatever happened to going into lecture mode? Whatever happened to him going into the ethics and philosophies behind this simple prank that the two of them decided to pull? Iggy always did that stuff! But now, he actually decided to keep his mouth shut? That was like half the appeal of pranking him gone right there!

So, with a raised eyebrow, Larry exited the tent. "Dude," he said to Iggy, who once again was fidgeting with his camera. "That's it? You aren't going to reprimand us?"

Iggy actually chuckled, which just threw Larry for an even more confusing loop. Seriously, who was this guy and what has he done with Larry's brother?

"Under normal circumstances, I believe I would gladly and thoroughly enjoy doing so. However, today is different." Chortles escaped from Iggy's mouth as he turned back toward the youngest. "Tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime event! Kingdoms will fall, nations will shift! The very fabric of the world that we call home will be altered in the most amazing and stunning way possible!"

Larry blinked. Roy, who came out of the tent with an opened, family-sized bag of potato chips in hand, gave Iggy a weird look. "Why is that, Iggster? Are you gonna drop a nuke or something?"

Iggy gave him a look. "No. I'm not that crazy." He looked up at the afternoon sky with an excited, almost expectant look. The smile returned to his face, which just made the suspense in the air become even more palpable. Larry's heart pumped extremely hard as he waited for Iggy to continue on with his explanation.

"Tonight, dear brothers, is a historic night." He turned his gaze away from the sky and looked back at the other two, this time with extra sparkly eyes. "You see, tonight is the night when Fortune's Comet passes over the Mushroom World!"

Larry blinked. "Fortune's Comet?"

"Is that anything like a fortune cookie?" Roy asked as he dug his hand into the chip bag again. "Cause those things are nasty."

Iggy snorted. "Oh no no no no no. Fortune's Comet is one of the most amazing phenomena that our universe has ever been blessed with." As he said this, he took a seat in his lawn chair. "You see, dear brothers, Fortune's Comet is a prankster comet. The path it takes around our universe only allows it to pass over our planet once every century."

Iggy paused, leaving Larry to chew on that information. "Um… okay, cool." He walked over to his brother. "So a comet is passing over us tonight. That's neat."

"Yeah," Roy said as he placed another chip in his mouth. "I imagine there are going to be a lot of news stations covering this event."

Iggy burst into laughter. "Oh Roy, if the world understood the significance that this comet appearing has, they're going to do more than just talk about it on the news." He tapped his foot at an incredible speed. "They would probably dedicate an entire religion around this comet! Of that, I have no doubt!"

Larry snickered. "Right, cause we don't have enough weird religions in this world." He stepped forward, all while Roy looked incredibly confused. "It's just a comet, Iggster; why make that big of a deal about it?"

Iggy put his hand to his heart in mock shock, all while he let out a little gasp. "Why, Lawrence! Fortune's Comet is not just a comet!" He stepped closer to Larry, now wearing what was possibly the biggest smile in the history of the world. "It is a very special comet! Do you want to know why?" Before Larry even had time to reply, Iggy jumped into the explanation. "This comet has the power to grant wishes!" Both Roy and Larry did a double take, with Roy almost dropping his chips. Meanwhile, Iggy's whole body shook as he continued to grin. "Yep! You heard me! It grants WISHES!"

Larry's jaw dropped. He looked at Roy before turning back to Iggy. "You're kidding!"

"Hardly." Iggy stood back up, now pacing back and forth across his campsite. "I have come across some historical accounts of the comet; primary source accounts of the comet! Everybody who's ever made a wish on Fortune's Comet, no matter how enormous or out-there the wish was, has had that wish come true." He did a little jump. "This comet has the power to change the world, if one were to make the correct wish! Oh mama, I can't even fully wrap my head around how amazing the existence of it is!"

Larry's eyes were so wide they almost popped out of his skull. He looked over at Roy again. While neither of the two Koopalings were that particularly impressed when they first came to Iggy, now both displayed and felt the strongest form of excitement that one could possibly experience.

"Dude!" Larry exclaimed. "That's awesome!"

"Yeah!" Roy sprinted over to Iggy, looking like he was going to hug him right then and there. "A comet that grants wishes? That's even more cool than someone burping the alphabet!" He chuckled. "You can bet that I'm gonna want to see it with you!"

"I am glad to hear that Roy; we can await the arrival of the comet right here later tonight." He took off his glasses to polish them, allowing Larry to see even more excitement in his naked eyes. "It is bound to be a glorious sight, if what I've read about in my research is any indication."

Larry grinned from ear to ear. His mind tried to formulate what exactly he could wish for when Fortune's Comet appeared. Endless money? Wait no, no, he was royalty; he already had that. Handsome looks? Well, Larry kind of liked the way he looked now. Hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm; this was actually a lot harder than it looks.

"What do you guys plan on wishing for?" Larry asked, hoping their answers might give him a little bit of inspiration.

Roy turned toward him. "Well, I was thinking of wishing for a new basketball."

"A BASKETBALL?" Iggy shouted. "You have a never-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change the world as you know it and you want to wish for a basketball? Talk about a waste of a wish!"

"Hey! It's not a waste!" Roy picked the chip bag back up. "I've been meaning to buy a new basketball for months now. If I can get it for free from Fortune's Comet… well, I think that sounds like the perfect wish, if you ask me."

Iggy let out a sigh and shook his head. "Ay ay ay. I still think there are better wishes to make." He lifted his head and grinned. "Like what I'm gonna wish for!"

"Oh? What's that Iggy?" Roy asked, his anticipation clearly building again.

"Well, I have considered it, and I think I would like a robot butler. I wanted to create one myself, but programming the code and designing the hardware has proved to be a bit of a challenge. So, I think that this would be the perfect opportunity to make this dream come true."

Larry and Roy exchanged a look. "Oh." Roy's shoulder sank. "Yeah, that's a lot better than my wish…"

"But only by a slight margin," Larry chimed in. He looked at Iggy. "You just said that we have the power to change the world. Don't you think you can set your sights higher than a robot butler?"

Iggy laughed, cackled actually. "Oh Larry, if you knew how difficult building one has been, then you would not be so quick to scoff." He made his way back to the tent. "Besides, there are much more effective ways to change the world. Sure, Fortune's Comet presents a quick and easy fix, but look at it this way. If you put in your highest amount of effort and actually succeed at changing the world all by yourself, wouldn't that provide you with a much stronger and more sturdy type of satisfaction?"

Larry paused. "I…" he shrugged. "I dunno."

"Hmm. Well, that's quite alright." He emerged from the tent, now holding a bag of pretzels. "You two are very much welcome to join me with waiting for the comet, as are our other siblings." He chuckled. "Hopefully you guys can come up with better wishes during the wait."

"Hey!" Roy exclaimed. "My basketball wish is still pretty good!"

Larry laughed and shook his head. "If you say so Roy." Suddenly, something occurred to him. "Oh! That reminds me! Roy, we were going to go play soccer!"

"Oh yeah, we were!" He turned to Iggy. "Sorry Iggster; we'll join you to wait for the comet later."

"That's perfectly fine." As Roy and Larry ran toward the field, Iggy called out to Roy. "OH! AND DON'T THINK I'M OKAY WITH YOU EATING MY SNACKS WITHOUT PERMISSION, ROY! YOU OWE ME TEN COINS!"

Roy and Larry stopped, exchanging a look before shrugging and continuing on the run. All the while, Larry thought about Fortune's Comet. So much could happen tonight. So much could change, for better or worse. Hopefully, Larry could end up making the best wish possible.

Just what would that be?