12 January 1986
Mushroom Kingdom
Dear Diary,
Our arrival here has really done wonders. Agnes told me that before we showed up, all of the Toads spent their days and nights in fear. Now, they don't have to be afraid, because now they have someone to protect them. I chose not to tell her that I also fought to protect them, too. She was so enraptured in her speech that she wouldn't have noticed, anyway.
The Mushroom Kingdom's economy is once again thriving, now that Koopa's curse has been broken. The Princess is re-establishing political and trade relations with neighboring kingdoms; day by day, she's re-learning how to play the political game after spending so long at the mercy of someone she despised. I also couldn't help but notice her growing closeness to Mario. She likes to invite him to her castle for tea and cakes, and they go for walks. Don't get me wrong, they're totally cute together, but I hope she didn't forget that I had a hand in her rescue. She was there during the final fight, after all. Maybe she should tell that to her subjects.
When we're not visiting the MK, we're back home in Brooklyn, trying to get a plumbing business of our own started up. Sal's severance pay will cover the startup costs, but we're looking for the right building to set up shop. We want this business to handle everyone's plumbing needs, so it probably won't survive if it's in the wrong part of town. I'm just happy that I'm not covered in grime anymore. I'll take fixing a sink, a faucet or a toilet any day of the week.
Luigi
28 January 1986
MK
Dear Diary,
Please excuse my rattled nerves. I've had a pretty rough day today. This morning, I watched seven people die a fiery death on national television. What was supposed to be another wondrous journey into space turned into tragedy.
After a delay, the Space Shuttle Challenger lifted off from Cape Canaveral Air Station in Florida. The delay was weather-related, and the program was considering cancelling the flight because of a dangerous build-up of ice. The shuttle had ran into a minor problem last year, and they had to partially abort the mission. I think they should've cancelled this flight altogether.
On this mission, an elementary school teacher would've been up there with the other astronauts, actually giving a lecture from the shuttle. That meant that young schoolchildren had also seen the launch and inadvertently bore witness to things going horribly, horribly wrong.
The Challenger gracefully propelled herself up from the launchpad and rolled to the correct orientation. Things were going well, and she was soaring into the sky, toward the final frontier. For 73 seconds, everything was perfect.
"Challenger, go at throttle-up," said Mission Control.
"Roger, go at throttle-up," acknowledged the commander.
Microseconds later, time seemed to suspend itself as the shuttle blew apart before my very eyes, vanishing into a red-orange fireball. The solid rocket boosters remained intact, careening every which way through the Florida sky. I knew enough about launch sequences to understand that something was happening.
As debris plunged toward the ocean and Mission Control attempted to regroup, I sat there in a state of shock, numb. The Princess had gone pale, her dainty hands clasped over her mouth, Mario doing his best to comfort her. The Toads present were shouting and chattering at each other. A few were crying. And all I could think about was that teacher and the multitudes of young children who had just been traumatized by her sudden demise.
I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. I was aware of the Toads beginning to shout orders, of the Princess beginning to weep. My face fell into my hands, and my body began to shake. Seven lives had just been lost, and I'd just seen them die. Minutes dragged by, and I was aware of someone helping me out of my seat and upstairs. Then, I was given some tea, and slowly, I began to come out of my shock.
"Are they…?" I asked, a bit hoarsely.
The Toad shook his head sadly. "There's no way they could've survived at that altitude. I'm sorry."
I dropped my head.
Mario came bursting in seconds later, and I could tell that he was also rattled. "Bro! Are you all right?" he asked.
"Oh, Mario—just hold me!"
And that's just what he did. In his arms, the numbness wore off, and the truth of what I'd just witnessed began to sink in. Tears fell from my eyes, and Mario was quietly sobbing, as well. We'd watched the historic launch of the Columbia nearly five years ago, and the missions soon became a part of our lives. We thought they'd continue forever, but now, we were reminded of the harshness of space, of the risks astronauts undertook when signing up for these missions. But that teacher—wasn't an astronaut. Her job wasn't supposed to be dangerous—it was supposed to be fun and productive. And she'd died on the job all the same.
After Mission Control had confirmed without a doubt that the Challenger had exploded and that her crew were lost, the Princess had the Mushroom Flag lowered to half-staff and declared a day of mourning. Later tonight, we're going to hold a candlelight vigil for the fallen: Commander Francis R. Scobee, Pilot Michael J. Smith, Mission Specialists Ronald McNair, Ellison Onizuka and Judith Resnik, Payload Specialist Gregory Jarvis and Payload Specialist and schoolteacher Christa McAuliffe. Seven people who are now among the stars for all time.
Luigi
21 February 1986
Brooklyn, New York
Dear Diary,
Josh and I had a much-needed talk about the Challenger disaster last month. I think we're finally starting to process it. Josh, Joan and Julian had sat in their living room in front of the TV, eating pancakes and sausage, cheering as the shuttle lifted off. When the Challenger disintegrated, Josh had spat out his mouthful of food. His first priority had been shielding his soon-to-be-10-year-old son from the grisly sight. He and Joan had ushered the boy away from the TV and into his bedroom, where Julian started spouting questions about the event. His parents had gently explained the situation to him, and that it was okay to be sad because those astronauts were very important people. Then, they'd distracted him with his favorite comic books before retreating to their own room and watching the news reports on the tragedy.
The events of January 28 were a sobering reminder. In a world of power-ups and magic and stars, Mario and I are still human. Death is inevitable, and it doesn't discriminate. But first, we have to live while we can, appreciating what's given to us, rather than wanting what's withheld.
Luigi
19 March 1986
Brooklyn, New York
Dear Diary,
I have the raddest news ever! Mario Bros Plumbing is now open for business! We serve most locations in the New York Tri-State Area, and we won't turn down potential clients for any reason! Leaky faucet? Faulty toilet? A persistent clog? No problem! Mario and I will simply swing into action with our trusty tools on our belts! I don't even mind getting my white overalls a bit dirty, because dirty overalls are worth the customer's satisfaction!
Customers tip us generously, and we're paid significantly more than when we were working with Sal. Our salary is enough for Mario to buy me my very own spin bike and for both of us to rent a nicer apartment. My new neighbors don't mind me pedaling to my heart's content on my new exercise bike early in the mornings; nor do they mind my dancing late at night. I can also afford more games for my NES. Which actually reminds me—a company called Nintendo has released a game inspired by our adventure last year. It's called Super Mario Bros, and it's so accurate that it hurts. Of course, I'm only available in the two-player option, and three guesses as to who gets to be Player Two. Mario is the star of the show, and I'm the understudy who backs him up. Figures. I'm reminded of that during our regular visits to the MK, what with Mario signing autographs and posing for photos while people have trouble remembering my name. I've been called "Green Mario" countless times, and I look nothing like my bro. We're fraternal twins, not identical! But—I smile and laugh it off and let my bro enjoy his hard-earned fame, focusing all of my energy on the plumbing business and my various recreational activities. I bet they'll start remembering me if Mario and I start a plumbing business in the MK to look after those pipes hanging around.
At least our customers in Brooklyn take the time to acknowledge me.
Luigi
19 May 1986
Brookly, New York
Dear Diary,
Josh and Joan helped Julian celebrate his 10th birthday with a pool party. Mario and I arrived early to help the parents set up, and when the party was in full swing, we organized games such as "Sharks and Minnows" and "Marco, Polo". Once all of the guests got "prune fingers", we climbed out of the pool, dried off and enjoyed a choice of cheese or pepperoni pizza, with fruit punch and orange soda among the beverages offered. Later still, it was time for cake, ice cream and presents.
"Imagine it," said Jules as the party came to an end. "I'm on my way to driving, shaving and staying up after midnight."
"You're thinking too far ahead," I said, "but you're right. You're not a little kid anymore."
"And we expect you to help out more around the house," added Joan.
"That won't be a problem," said Jules.
"Good to know," mused Josh.
I still can't wrap my head around it. The baby boy I helped deliver is now a double-digiter!
Luigi
3 June 1986
MK
Dear Diary,
Guess what? The Koopa King is back, and he wants the Mushroom Kingdom—and its ruler—back. Once again, the peaceful Toads were turned into blocks, plants and rocks, and the Princess has been spirited away to Koopa's Castle. But Mario and I won't stand for this. We rescued her once, and by God, we'll do it again! Wish me luck!
Luigi
2 August 1986
MK
Dear Diary,
Koopa pulled out all the stops on this go-round! During our trek through those eight worlds, he hid Poison Mushrooms in some of the ? blocks. These Mushrooms cost us a hit point or a life, and we came to recognize them by their purplish color. His foot-soldiers were about the same, except that the Piranha Plants came in both gray and red, some fake versions of King Koopa were blue, and that there were Bloopers patrolling the sky as well as the sea. But my workouts at Josh's gym and on my spin bike, combined with the Super Mushrooms introduced into my diet, began to pay off during this quest. I helped Mario evade Fire Bars and boosted him onto high ledges. Plus, I'd taught myself to jump slightly higher then him, at the expense of my traction. Sometimes, my sliding around saved my bacon; other times—not so much.
Mario and I subdued the enemies just like last time, by jumping on them or throwing fireballs. We utilized the springboards scattered around each course. Once more, we traversed land, sea and sky, powering ourselves through day and night, only sleeping and resting when it was absolutely necessary. In order to break the monotony, we brought our Walkman radios along so we could listen to our favorite tunes. We relied on the hospitality of the seven Toad retainers we saved along the way. The next thing the MK needed to work on was security!
Koopa looked positively livid when we faced him down at the final castle. He tried to smush us several times, but we were too swift. Mario and I coordinated our attacks a little bit more, discovering that we could hurt Koopa more by doing so. All we could think about was the Princess and our new friends, wondering if they were okay and knowing that they were counting on us. Our finishing blow involved the two of us uppercutting Koopa off the bridge and into the lava.
After catching our breath, Mario and I entered the room where the Princess was held. She smiled at us in greeting, clad in a freshly laundered dress. A liberal amount of Aqua Net had been applied to her hair. Not even her makeup was out of place. Once again, she was barefoot, her pumps next to a nightstand. Smoothly, she glided toward us and gave us each a magical kiss on the nose.
"Thank you, Mario Bros," she said. "I knew I could count on you."
"You and the Toads are becoming a part of our family," said Mario. "We couldn't let King Koopa hurt you again."
The first strains of "Take My Breath Away" came to us faintly in the distance, growing louder as the seven retainers arrived on the scene in their luxurious car. The Princess sat in the front, while Mario and I sat behind her. Then, the driver hammered down, leaving Koopa's Castle and the Dark Lands in the dust.
Two hours or so later, we arrived at the Princess's castle. And once again, Mario got all of the attention. A crowd of Toads surrounded him and the Princess as they walked across the drawbridge, while I followed a few feet behind them. It was almost as if I was on the outside looking in. Later, I got to eat a fair-sized slice of cake, and the Princess gave me some acknowledgement, but still.
Now, I'm relaxing in my room, headphones on, listening to "Take My Breath Away" as I write these words. All is well, another day saved. But now, the Toads have to rebuild once again. And I have this peculiar feeling that the Koopa King will come back. He's more stubborn than DK, that's for sure!
Luigi
21 September 1986
MK
Dear Diary,
All morning long, and for most of the afternoon, Mario was in a foul mood, and I know why. It's the tenth anniversary of his first meeting with Pauline. While something is beginning between him and Princess Toadstool, Pauline was still his first love. So, I left him to his own devices, fixed a couple of leaky faucets and stopped by Josh's gym to sweat it out and then bring him and his family up to date on my latest exploits. One of these days, I'll introduce the Merricks to the Princess, but that's something for another time.
When work was done for the day, I headed to my new house, changed into a pair of workout pants and socks, turned on my radio to the pop hits station and danced my heart out.
A knock at the door broke me out of my trance. Before I even answered, I knew it was Mario.
He stood there in the doorway, unshed tears in his eyes, holding a bag of takeout. I smelled the pleasant aroma of Chinese food, and my mouth watered.
"I—brought us some dinner," Mario said quietly.
Smiling, I let him in and found a soft rock station on the radio, and then we sat down to eat.
"I'm sorry, Lil' Bro," said Mario.
"What for?" I asked.
"For acting the way I did all day," Mario explained. "It's just—it hurts so much. Ten years after we first met, she's with an exterminator and not with me. And for the life of me, I don't know what I did wrong."
"I'm not angry with you, Mario," I said. "I just wanted to give you space."
"I appreciate that," said Mario.
"Why do you think you did anything wrong?" I asked. "Are you still kicking yourself over the DK affair?"
"I guess so," said Mario. "I guess I'll never stop feeling responsible. I should've seen it coming, but I didn't. Pauline has had to deal with five years of trauma because of me."
I slid a hand over his.
"I want to call her, but—I don't know if it's a good idea," Mario went on. "I don't want her to get the wrong idea, or worse, for Stanley to get the wrong idea. But I think I should talk to her, apologize, so she can see that I didn't mean to put her through that…"
Mario lowered his head and sobbed. I just sat across from him, holding his hand, and when that didn't work, I hugged him. We hugged until the storm subsided, and then Mario smiled gratefully at me, his face wet with tears.
"I feel better now," he said. "Thank you, Lil' Bro."
"You're welcome," I replied.
As we finished eating, I could tell that Mario was one step closer to making peace with his past, so he could focus on his future in this mushroomy fantasyland—whatever that future may be.
Luigi
18 October 1986
MK
Dear Diary,
Today was the first anniversary of our liberation of the MK, and as such, the Princess threw a small party for us. There was plenty of cake, ice-cream, sliders and other finger foods to go around, along with alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages and a dance floor to burn off the calories. Unfortunately, to my consternation, Mario got most of the credit and attention. The cake had "Thank you, Mario" written on it in red icing, and those three words were on some of the banners and balloons decorating the Princess's castle. I didn't receive a single nod of recognition, which kinda killed the celebratory mood for me. The food was delicious, of course, but I was hoping someone would acknowledge the role I played in that first rescue. But I swallowed back the pain and spent most of the party on the dance floor, dancing to hits from artists like Madonna and Tears for Fears, guzzling a few drinks whenever my throat grew parched. At least my dance moves turned a few heads.
By the time the party wound down, I was sweaty, breathless and a little cross. I gave my fame-hogging big bro the silent treatment during the trip home and jumped right into a cool shower when we arrived. I didn't even bid him good night before retreating to my room.
Hopefully, some sleep will help clear my head. Good night!
Luigi
19 October 1986
MK
Dear Diary,
The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was fix some breakfast and take it to Mario's room. As we ate, we cleared the air over last night, with me apologizing to him for my distant demeanor.
"I should be the one apologizing," said Mario, "because I took all of the credit. I should've said something when all of the Toads were mobbing me and leaving you in the dust. But let me make it up to you right now by saying, 'Thank you'. Thank you for helping me during the journey that changed both of our lives. Thank you for helping me fight that turtle. Thank you for subduing enemies, hopping over chasms, collecting coins and ensuring this kingdom's continued safety alongside me. Thank you—for being my bro."
"You're welcome," I replied.
No other words needed to be said as we shared a deep hug. The last of that nagging envy drained away, leaving only the deep and intense love I felt for Mario.
I'm glad the two of us had that talk. I feel so much better, and I'm sure Mario does, too.
Luigi
28 January 1987
MK
Dear Diary,
It's been a year since the Challenger disaster. This morning, we all gathered at the castle, where the Princess delivered a small speech honoring the seven lives lost. After a minister led us in prayer, we released a cluster of Invincibility Stars into the sky before going our separate ways.
Later, I spoke to Josh over the phone, and then he put Julian on. And Jules told me that he was still shaken from witnessing the incident on national television, knowing that those astronauts didn't survive. His sleep patterns had been disrupted, his grades had suffered a little, and he'd acted a bit grouchy toward his parents. So, Josh and Joan had encouraged him to keep a journal and openly talk about his feelings, and it helped. His grades were back up, his sleep was returning to normal, and while he still had a few nightmares, he was starting to get closure over the tragedy.
"I'm glad you're writing in a journal, Jules," I said.
"So am I," replied Julian. "Why didn't I think of that sooner?"
We said our goodbyes and then hung up.
Another candlelight vigil is scheduled for tonight to honor the Challenger's crew. I'd better get ready.
Luigi
18 October 1987
Brooklyn, New York
Dear Diary,
Little Mac's big break finally came today! THE Mike Tyson gave the Bruiser from the Bronx, along with a few other WVBA fighters, the chance to face him in the boxing ring. I still remember the excitement on his face last week when he broke the news. He was absent from Josh's gym over the next few days, presumably training with Doc. I was about to purchase my tickets when Mario gave me some interesting news—he'd been invited to serve as the referee! Someone must've leaked his side-job as a princess rescuer!
Mario scored me a free, front-row seat to the tournament. Josh and his family once again showed up to give Little Mac their support. The boxer began the event in his usual pink hoodie, black tank top and green short shorts. Things started off with rematches against Glass Joe, Mr. Sandman and Bald Bull. With those three fights, Mac easily worked his way up the tournament grid. That was when he started facing some serious opposition.
Von Kaiser was a former military officer hailing from West Berlin. He took a lot of punishment before going down and gave Little Mac a very nasty black eye. Piston Honda, from Tokyo, Japan, equaled and nearly surpassed Mac in speed. He tended to waggle his eyebrows up and down, and sometimes, Mac would punch him while he was doing this. The flamboyant Don Flamenco, ex-toreador from Madrid, Spain, opened his bout with Mac by giving him a red rose and tended to taunt. Too bad talking isn't a free action in the world of boxing. King Hippo was a HUGE fighter from the South Pacific, and the only way for Mac to defeat him was to hit him on the belly. The big lug didn't even try to get up after Mac managed to knock him down.
Then, there was Great Tiger, who somehow knew how to teleport and confused Mac with his moves. I didn't really think that was fair, since Mac didn't have any teleportation abilities. But then again, Mario and I faced an unfair opponent, so who are we to judge?
And then, there was Soda Popinski, from the USSR. The overly nationalist tone this fight took was a bit too much for my taste. Besides, this guy liked to drink soda. Lots and lots of soda. He wasn't all that bad.
Little Mac's penultimate opponent was Super Macho Man. I really wanted Mac to beat his [bleep] because he couldn't stop preening for the cameras or flaunting his millions. Okay, we get it, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. I, on the other hand, had to work and sweat and literally waddle knee-deep in [bleep] to get where I am today. Mac represented the little guy, the working-class hero, while Super Macho Man represented the guy who probably never had to work a day in his life. Mac baited him into using his spin punches and then whaled on him while he was dizzy. He took most of the blows so far from this rich snob, but I guess he harbored some contempt toward his opponent, too, for he got back up just to spite him. Barely any tears were shed when Mac rendered him down for the count. Serves Mr. Moneybags right.
Mac's tenacity advanced him to the final round, where none other than Mike Tyson waited for him. If he could survive fourteen grueling rounds with the boxing champion, then he'd win. My hands were clasped in my lap, and I was sweating bullets, as Mac and Tyson duked it out. The latter's punches could send Mac staggering, and he seemed unfazed by Mac's flurries of blows. But nonetheless, Mac stayed with it, clearly bolstered by my presence. It didn't take long for Josh, Joan, Julian and I to get fired up and start cheering our friend on.
And he won. Little Mac, the diminutive everyman boxer, won over the formidable Mike Tyson! Mac raised his arms in victory, and he cried openly when he was presented with the championship belt. I found it quite symbolic that my big bro would be the one to bestow such an honor upon one of my good friends.
It took four long, hard years, but Mac finally did it. He proved himself worthy among the crème de la crème of the boxing universe.
And I've never been happier.
Luigi
15 June 1988
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
Today, Julian graduated from elementary school, and Josh and Joan offered me and Mario to attend. The ceremony was held at the school's gymnasium, decorated in the school colors. Josh, Joan, Mario and I sat in the front row, dressed formally. Pauline and Stanley walked in a few moments later, and Josh explained that he and Joan had also given tickets to them. I leafed through the program given to me while Mario, Stanley and Pauline quietly chatted among themselves.
The ceremony soon began, the graduates walking single-file toward the stage to the soaring strains of "Pomp and Circumstance". I recognized Jules, dressed in a shirt, tie, vest and slacks, his hair neatly parted. He smiled and waved to us as he passed by, and then he took a seat along with the other graduates, his hands folded modestly in his lap.
Various faculty members gave speeches commemorating the occasion, and then it was time to hand out diplomas. I think we cheered the loudest when Jules's name was called. A broad smile was on his face as he accepted his diploma.
"We love you, Julian!" hollered Joan.
"I love you, too," mouthed Jules.
When the ceremony concluded, Josh and Joan shared a group hug with Jules, and Mario and I helped take photos to immortalize the occasion. First, we took some individual photos of Jules proudly holding his diploma, and then we took some group photos of him with his parents.
After that, we shared an extra-large pizza at a nearby pizza place, and then Mario and I gave Jules an Invincibility Star as a graduation present.
"Aw—thanks, guys," said Jules.
After we parted ways, I got a little emotional. Like he said two years ago, Jules was on his way to becoming a man.
Luigi
20 July 1988
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
Mario and I celebrated our fifth plumber-versary today! First on the agenda was a visit to Sal's office. Our former boss held no ill will over us moving on to (slightly) greener pastures, and he even playfully teased us about being heroes of a fantasyland.
Aside from that, however, it was just me and Mario, reflecting on simpler times. We shared a big pizza at our favorite pizza place, and then we killed time at an arcade. Rounding out the celebration, we bought two cakes and took them to our old apartment. We engaged in a messy cake fight with the first cake and ate the second one. Then, we sat together in the living room and talked. It was perfect.
Who could've thought something so mundane could lead to something so—fantastic?
Luigi
9 October 1988
MK
Dear Diary,
Mario and I have decided to update our look. Nowadays, we wear matching blue shirts, but Mario wears red overalls, whereas I wear green overalls. Mario's cap is red with an "M" on it, and mine is green with an "L" on it. At least it'll be harder to notice when we dirty them up. The two of us went ahead and opened another plumbing venture in the Mushroom Kingdom. Two locations to better serve you.
This morning, Mario woke up from a very strange dream. When we were getting ready to open for the day, he told me all about it. He dreamed of a place called Subcon, of an evil frog king named Wart, and that he, along with me, Toad and the Princess, defeated him by—pulling up turnips and throwing them at him. Peach was even able to fly. And the strangest part was that it had felt real!
Maybe he's eating too many of those Mushrooms.
In other news, Mario wants to go back to school and earn a medical degree. I can't blame him—being a doctor will net him better pay than being a plumber. As for me, I think I'll stick with being a plumber—continue to represent the little guy. Honestly, it's time for me to set myself apart from Mario and become my own person. I feel like I'm being obscured by the shadow of his heroics. He's basking in all of the credit for rescuing the Princess, while I'm the man in green who always follows him around. My bro has always been my hero, but now—it's all "Mario this" and "Mario that", and after a while, it starts getting under my skin. I want to shout out, "Luigi is here, too! Luigi risked his life; doesn't he deserve some thanks besides a slice of cake?" But I don't, because being the selfless person that I am, I help others without the expectation of a reward.
Mario assures me that he hasn't forgotten that I helped him during both of our adventures, that I didn't just sit back and let him do all of the work. However, he's been a bit wrapped up in being the kingdom's hero lately, and that worries me. But I'll simply swallow back those worries and let him be.
Luigi
21 April 1989
MK
Dear Diary,
I'm now the proud owner of a Nintendo Game Boy! Now I don't have to worry about plugging in consoles when I need a little diversion. I can slip it comfortably in the back pocket of my overalls. And since Mario also bought one of his own, I have one of those little tether cords so we can play in co-op mode.
But it looks like I'll be spending some time without him. Mario told me that he's been roped into a rescue mission on behalf of this place called Sarasaland, the Mushroom Kingdom's most reliable political ally. In fact, their ruler, Princess Daisy, is Princess Toadstool's closest friend. Sarasaland is dealing with its own invader troubles in the form of an alien named Tatanga; he wishes to not only take Daisy as his queen but also impregnate her with his heir! I can understand why they want to borrow Mario—since he rescued Daisy's friend, he can rescue Daisy, as well. Still, I wished they would've asked me to pitch in, too. I kinda like traveling to new places.
Mario and I hugged before I saw him off to the strange realm of Sarasaland. Each night, before I turn in, I'll make a wish on the stars for his safe return.
Luigi
22 April 1989
MK
Dear Diary,
Boy, did I have my green hat pulled over my eyes. I was chatting with Princess Toadstool when our conversation turned to Mario's expedition. And that was when I was kindly informed that my heroic big bro had volunteered to rescue Daisy. He wasn't pushed into anything. He volunteered. And he chose not to tell me.
Ah, good old Mario. He's always wanted to protect me since we were boys. He's never wanted me to fret over him, but isn't that what brothers are supposed to do? Look out for one another? Did—did he volunteer to get away from me? Or does he suddenly have this hero complex, thriving on the rush of an adventure?
I honestly didn't know which emotion to feel—stunned, hurt, angry, deceived or all four. So, I dressed in jogging clothes and went for a run, and when that failed to do anything, I retreated to my room, took off my shirt, popped in the first CD I saw, turned up the volume to full blast and began to dance, my motions aggressive. For most of the day, I angrily danced about my room until the thoughts of Mario traipsing off to fight someone else's battles while I cooled my heels began to dull. Then, I hopped down a Warp Pipe to Josh's gym. Luckily, the place was open late today.
By now, Josh was able to deduce whenever something was going on between me and Mario. He'd also obtained the Princess's contact information. As I tossed my stuff into a locker, I heard him calling the Princess, asking her to relay the message that I was at his gym, a little upset, but otherwise safe. Despite my raw emotions, I didn't want Mario to fret too much over me.
I sweated it all out on a spin bike until it was time for Josh to lock up.
Mario had better have a d—n good explanation when we see each other again.
Luigi
19 May 1989
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
Mario, Mario, Mario—why can't I stay p—ed at him? Nearly a month later, I've almost completely cooled off. I still hope my bro will be able to explain himself, though.
However, the main focus of today's entry is Julian's Lucky 13 birthday celebration. First on the agenda was a trip to the skating rink, where I noticed the birthday boy holding hands with a brunette girl around his age as they propelled themselves around the rink. They smiled and laughed together during a game of "Wipeout". And they held each other close as a love song played over the loudspeakers.
After Jules and the girl put away their skates, the pair walked over to Josh, Joan and me. I noticed that the girl had sea-blue eyes, and she was clad in a mint-green dress and white sneakers.
"Hi," said the girl.
"Hi," I replied.
"Hello," Josh and Joan said in unison.
"Mom, Dad, Uncle Luigi—this is my new friend, Jacqueline," said Jules. "We've been friends since my first day in middle school. The two of us just—clicked, I guess, and we spend a lot of time together. We even buddy up during field trips."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Jacqueline," said Josh.
"You, too, Mr. Merrick," smiled Jacqueline. "You can call me Jackie."
"Okeydokey, Jackie," I said.
Jackie shook hands with all of us, and then she and Jules went to buy a soda.
Later, we went to the arcade, where Jules and Jackie squared off against each other in several rounds of air hockey. Then, Jules popped a few balloons and won Jackie a prize.
"Friends, huh?" murmured Joan.
"Say that again," added Josh. "I remember seeing that look on your face when we started dating."
"We need to have a talk," said Joan.
After we all used up our arcade tokens, we ate dinner at Jules's favorite restaurant. Jackie sat next to the birthday boy, and her present to him was a bag full of music cassettes.
"Wow! Thanks, Jackie!" exclaimed Jules.
I saw Josh and Joan exchange a look.
After I arrived home, Mario called, and we talked about our day. He sounded amused when I told him about Jules and Jackie.
"Do you think he's—you know?" asked Mario.
"His parents sure do," I told him. "There's gonna watch those two like a pair of hawks, that's for sure!"
We laughed.
"Listen, Luigi," said Mario, his voice turning serious, "I…"
"It's okay, Bro," I said. "Just get back safely, and then we'll talk it over."
"Okeydokey," said Mario. "I love you."
"I love you more," I replied.
As miffed as I still was, I didn't want my bro feeling ill at ease while trying to rescue Daisy.
Luigi
31 July 1989
MK
Dear Diary,
My raw feelings toward Mario have completely evaporated. As soon as the Princess told me that he was safe, and that Daisy was free of Tatanga, I fell to my knees and thanked God. We'd talk about his deception at a later time. Right now, I was just happy that he was coming home. He asked me if I wanted to meet Sarasaland's princess, and let me tell you, I'm glad I said yes.
I met them both at the train depot. The moment Daisy stepped off the train, my heart just started going thump-thump-thump in my chest. I'd never seen a woman as gorgeous as Princess Daisy. Her dark auburn hair was in a stylish updo, and she wore a dress the color of sunflowers. She had bright blue eyes, a winning smile and faint freckles on her cheeks. All I could do was take off my hat and hold it over my pounding heart.
"Oh, Daisy! Daisy!" I said once I found my voice.
She skipped toward me, full of energy. "Hi!" she said in a perky tone. "You're—Luigi, right?"
"Yes," I replied. "It's very nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Luigi," said Daisy, kissing me on the forehead.
I blushed deep red, and little hearts came bursting out of me.
The three of us had lunch at a nearby coffee shop. Daisy told the two of us about growing up in Sarasaland. She was quite the tomboy, and nothing, not even the alien creep, Tatanga, could weigh her down for long.
"It was lovely to meet you," said Daisy after we finished our meal. "Unfortunately, I need to return to my people and help rebuild what Tatanga destroyed. I'm catching the red-eye later today."
"Princess?" I said nervously.
"It's okay, you can call me Daisy."
"Daisy—good luck," I managed to say.
"Thanks, Luigi," said Daisy.
Mario and I escorted her to the airport, and she kissed us both on the nose when it was time for her to board her flight. I floated all the way home.
Yes, there's no denying it. I've fallen in love.
Luigi
9 November 1989
Brooklyn, New York
Dear Diary,
Today, Mario and I sat in front of the TV and watched as the wall that had divided Berlin for 28 years finally came down. Families were reunited after over two decades of pain and longing, an era in our history finally drawing to a close. I was reminded that the world isn't static; it changes. Certain social attitudes lose their appeal. And looking back, you'll realize that sometimes, the old ways weren't entirely the best.
Daisy and I have been keeping in touch. Sometimes, she calls me; other times, I call her. More often than not, we exchange letters. She describes the beauty of Sarasaland post-cleanup, and I talk about New York City's best attractions. But all I want is to tell her how much I love her.
I recently purchased a personal computer, and I'm still learning to get the hang of it. Agnes and Oliver were among the first Toads to acquire personal computers in the MK, and the Merricks also have their personal computer. Once I master this whole e-mailing thing, I hope I'll be able to communicate with my friends—and with Daisy—faster.
I guess that's all for today. Night-night!
Luigi
31 December 1989
Princess Toadstool's Castle, MK
Dear Diary,
Well, this is it. The totally awesome 80s are drawing to a close. Mario and I began this decade as a carpenter and a mechanic, respectively, and we're about to end it as plumbers and protectors of a faraway land. Many surprises will greet us as this new decade dawns, some good and some bad, but we'll face it like we've faced the surprise of the past—together.
Farewell, 80s—you've served us well! Happy New Year!
Luigi
12 February 1990
Grass Land
Dear Diary,
The dastardly Koopa King is at it again! And this time, he's enlisted the help of his mischievous Koopalings, Iggy, Larry, Lemmy, Ludwig, Morton, Roy and Wendy, to wreak havoc on the various regions near the MK. There's Grass Land, Desert Land, Water Land, Giant Land, Sky Land, Ice Land and Pipe Land.
"It's up to you two to recover the magic wands for each of the lands' seven monarchs," said the Princess. "I'll send letters to keep you updated."
"Have no fear, Princess," said Mario. "We'll put a stop to this!"
"You can always count on us!" I added.
And off we went on our newest adventure.
We're currently staying at a motel in Grass Land. Tomorrow, our journey begins in earnest!
Luigi
19 March 1990
Pipe Land
Dear Diary,
What an adventure we've had so far! The seven regions we liberated brought brand-new power-ups to the table. First, there's the Tanooki Suit, which allows us to knock aside enemies with our cute little tails and turn into statues to hide. Then, there's the Frog Suit, which helps us swim better through water. The Hammer Suit gives us the Hammer Bros' powers and a protective shell. The P-Wing gives us the ability to fly. And in Sky Land, Kuribo's Shoe allowed us to hop on potential attackers and over spiny enemies called Munchies. The other enemies we encountered were pretty much the same, save for the fact the Bloopers now have kids! We were also introduced to Bob-ombs, which we could use to our advantage if we had the Fire Flower, and the spooky Boos, which only attacked when our backs were turned. Brrr.
Along the way, we got to stop by Toad Houses, where grateful Toads would supply us with useful items. At the end of each region, we'd battle a Koopaling. They'd fire magic bolts at us, try to hit us with balls and attack us with rings and ground pounds. They'd also spin around in their shells and try to crash into us. But we outmaneuvered them and sent them packing with three sound stomps, returning the seven magic wands to their rightful owners.
We thought our work was done, but oh, no. Koopa had one last trick up his sleeve. After defeating Wendy, he was nice enough to reveal that while we were otherwise distracted, he swooped in and grabbed the Princess, daring us to try and rescue her! Looks like we have to pay a visit to Dark Land tomorrow. That's gonna be oodles of fun.
Luigi
1 May 1990
MK
Dear Diary,
Our trip through Dark Land was extremely memorable! Not only did we have to scale big tanks, battleships and fight our way through three hand traps, we also had to get past airships, storm a fortress and deal with a super tank before finally making it to Koopa's Castle. And let's not talk about the stone statues we had to fend off in order to get into Koopa's room.
The bridge we battled on was constructed differently, made out of bricks. In between breathing fire and slashing at us, Koopa would vault into the air and try to smash us into paste! He'd really stepped up his game! Well, we did, too, and after several near-misses, we figured out a way to turn Koopa's desire to crush us underfoot against him. His Ground-Pounds were powerful enough to destroy sections of the bridge, you see, and if we could get him to pounce on an area where there was no bridge left, then we'd be in the clear. We pelted him with fireballs and kicks and then dodged about, executing our little plan. After what seemed like hours, Koopa Ground-Pounded through the last section of the bridge, falling straight down into the abyss below.
"He's not gonna give up, is he?" I asked.
"Nope," said Mario.
With that, we slipped into the room where Koopa had kept the Princess.
Earlier in the year, she'd decided that a makeover was in order. She now wore a hot pink shoulder-baring dress, and she had dyed her hair brunette. Adding to the look was a blue gemstone-set ring, and there was now a mushroom charm on her necklace. One of her shoes was in each hand as she approached us, smiling, as always, like a sunbeam.
"Thank you, Mario Bros," she said, "but our Princess is in another castle."
We laughed.
"Just thought we could use the levity," she giggled, kissing Mario, and then me, on the nose.
We walked outside to find some sort of flying car hovering over the remnants of the bridge, Wilson Phillips' "Hold On" playing at max volume over the loudspeakers. The seven monarchs we'd helped looked over the railing and waved at us.
"Need a ride?" one of them asked.
We helped the Princess aboard first, and then the seven rulers assisted us in boarding. Then, they set a course for home while we helped ourselves to freshly-prepared sandwiches.
Once we reached the castle, the seven thanked us for driving out the Koopalings before gently lowering us to the ground next to the castle entrance.
The doors flew open at once, the Toads streaming out and swarming around Mario and the Princess, welcoming them back. Three guesses as to who they didn't welcome back.
But you know what? I'm kinda used to it now. If they're not gonna notice me anytime soon, then I guess they never will.
Sigh.
Luigi
15 June 1990
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
Julian has graduated from middle school and is on his way to high-school, and his parents once again decided to share this special moment with me and Mario. The four of us sat in the school's auditorium, watching Jules stride across the stage and receive his diploma. Josh covertly wiped at his eyes, while Joan made no effort to hide her own tears. As for me, I became aware of my throat constricting as Jules waved triumphantly, a huge grin on his face. Then, when Jackie received her diploma, Jules raised her arm in the air like a referee crowning a boxing champion.
Following the ceremony was a reception, where Josh and Joan grabbed Julian for a powerful group hug. All three of them had visibly wet cheeks when they separated, and I felt my own tears welling up as I looked on.
"Wow," I said. "You're on your way to the big leagues."
"True," smiled Jules, hand-in-hand with Jackie. "I'm even closer to shaving, driving, staying up past midnight and carrying Jackie over the threshold."
"Julian!" Josh and Joan gasped in unison.
"We're not quite ready for that yet," Joan added in a softer tone.
Jules rolled his eyes. "I was just joking," he said as Jackie softly chuckled.
After a celebratory meal at Jules's favorite restaurant, Mario and I bid the trio goodbye-for-now and went home to hit the hay.
Time flies, doesn't it?
Luigi
13 October 1990
MK
Dear Diary,
Brothers—can't live with them, can't live without them.
Mario, that fame-hogging elder brother of mine, really knows how to push my buttons. There are some things that I can't stand about him—and yet I love him all the same, because I know he'll be there for me, no matter what.
Last month, he finally got his medical school diploma, which means that he's on his way to becoming a licensed physician. He wouldn't stop strutting around and bragging about it.
But enough of that. Let's talk about what went down between the Super Mario Bros today.
It had been raining nonstop for two weeks, leaving Mario, the Princess, Toad and I cooped up together. The weather-induced confinement didn't take long to start chafing on us, and today, the tension between me and my big bro reached an explosive climax.
Very early that morning, I'd hoped to relax and read one of my favorite books. But then Mario decided that it was the perfect time to bother me with his records. Yes, I like to blast my music sometimes, but at least I don't do it when other people are within earshot!
I held my tongue as long as I could before finally letting out a frustrated huff. "Mario!" I exclaimed. "Turn that racket down! Can't you see I'm trying to read?"
Mario made no move to do so, prancing around to "It Must've Been Love", a plunger in his hand. "Well, I wanna listen to music!" he said, giving off the air of a spoiled child. "This record's hot!"
For the first time in, well, ever, I completely lost it with my big bro. I marched over, yanked the record off the turntable and tossed it into the fireplace.
"There!" I retorted. "Now it's even hotter!"
"That was my favorite record!" snapped Mario, getting right in my face.
I got right in his face, so that our noses touched. "Well, it serves you right for the time you busted my favorite wrench!" During our lunch break about a year ago, Mario decided to fiddle around with our tools, and one of my trusty wrenches had drawn the short straw that day.
In three swift motions, I pulled his cap over his eyes, yanked on his overall straps and then yanked on his beloved moustache. He winced before shaking his stache and cap back into shape.
"Oooh…" he fumed. "I hate it when you do that!"
I was kinda aware of Toad and the Princess attempting to diffuse the situation, but Mario and I were just so hot that we instantly started going at it, pushing and shoving and finally grappling and wrestling on the floor. No punches were thrown, thank God, but I demonstrated for the first time that I could hold my own against my brother in a physical tussle.
And during that fight, some very hurtful words were said, especially on Mario's part.
"Well, I wish I didn't even have a brother!" he spat.
Ouch, Big Bro. Very ouch.
I was so stung that I lashed right back. "Oh, yeah? Well, consider yourself de-brotherized!" Yes, I know that's not a real word, but I was too p—ed off to care.
My next course of action was to remove myself from the situation before it escalated even further.
Marching toward the door with my head held high, I paused for one final parting shot. "Farewell, ex-brother!" On those words, I stormed out into the pouring rain, slamming the door behind me.
Pausing to snatch up my duffel bag, I went straightaway to Josh's gym, where Josh and Julian (who now enjoyed helping out his dad at work) saw the storm signals. Jules immediately got a locker set up for me, while Josh made a grab for the phone. I threw off my sopping wet clothes, pulled on a pair of green pants and a blue tank top, grabbed my Walkman and went into the cardio area. Two ice-cold bottles of Gatorade were waiting for me in the cup-holders of my usual spin bike. Josh was such a saint.
"Hey, Mario," Josh was saying. "Yeah, I have him…Really?...All right. Talk to you later." I paid him no mind as I swung onto the bike, slid on my headphones and began pedaling.
Gripping the handlebars, I pedaled faster, harder, adding as much resistance as I could bear, the scrap with my bro playing over and over in my head. Five minutes in, I took off my shirt and tossed it aside, increasing the intensity of my workout and pushing the limits of my abs, core and glutes. Sweat rolled thickly down my face, dripped from my arms, glistened on my back and trailed along my chest and torso. I lost myself in the feeling of those muscle groups working and working, the rhythm of my breaths and the workout tunes pouring from my headphones. I pedaled away until I was nearly breathless, at which point I slowed to a brisk pace and took a few large gulps of sports drink, and then kicked the intensity up even higher. My thoughts settled into a comforting white noise, the urge to punch Mario in the face beginning to dull…
By the time Josh insisted that I take a break, I was sopping with sweat, a puddle of it on the floor around me. The anger still burned, but I was no longer tempted to do something violent when I saw Mario again. I slid off the bike, wiped it off, and sat on the bench, Josh sitting next to me.
"What the Hell happened?" he asked.
"Mario and I—got into it," I explained. "He said some very brutal things to me. He—said—he wished—he never had—a brother…"
I couldn't stop myself from breaking down. Couldn't stop the tears from falling as I recounted every detail of our fight. Josh didn't interject; he just listened as he rubbed the small of my back. Julian re-appeared with some water, which I accepted gratefully.
"Why do I even bother with him?" I sobbed.
"Because," said Josh. "He's your brother. You may have your rough days, but remember that Mario still has your best interests at heart. You guys are a team; the same blood runs in your veins. Don't let a petty squabble tear you apart."
"Hey, L," said Julian. "One time, I got into a fight with a friend at school. We didn't speak for a long time. Finally, my school counselor took me into her office and told me about a huge falling out she had with one of her pals when she was my age. Shortly after their fight, her friend died in an accident. The last thing they said to each other was something cruel. She was in tears when she finished. And then she told me that life was too short to hold a grudge against someone, especially your friend. That I needed to talk things out with my friend soon, because the next time we cross paths might be our last. After talking with the counselor, I sought advice from Mom and Dad, and that's when they told me what they'd do after they quarreled."
"What would you do?" I asked Josh.
"Well, first, we'd do what you did," said Josh. "We'd go our separate ways and engage in a physical activity to help cool off, and then your mom would go to her favorite coffee shop and read a book while I'd retreat to my man cave and watch sports. Then, we'd play the grateful game. We'd mentally count and list the ways that we're blessed to have each other in our lives. It's called 'learning to dance in the rain'. We'd tell ourselves that our spouse may not be perfect and likes to drive us up the wall, but they're our partner, for better or worse, and that we should appreciate their presence in our world. Then, after a few hours of contemplation, I'd buy her a little present, and she'd fix me my favorite dish, and then we'd talk things out and apologize over a candlelit dinner. Or we'd just go to a fancy restaurant."
"I realized what I needed to do regarding my friend," said Julian. "I saved up my allowance money, went to the bakery and ordered a big cake. The next day, I arranged to meet my friend in the library, and I took the cake with me. It was his favorite flavor. The moment he tasted it, he melted. He was willing to listen to what I needed to say, and I was willing to listen to what he needed to say. And we've never had that severe of a fight since."
"So," finished Josh, "if and when Mario approaches you later today, and it appears he wants to talk to you, swallow your pride and at least listen. You don't have to forgive him right away, but maybe you can hear him out."
"Maybe…" I said softly.
I felt a little better, and then the three of us ordered lunch from Shake Shack, which we ate in Josh's office. About 2 hours after we'd finished eating, I was pummeling a punching bag when Josh's phone rang. He answered it, his face growing paler throughout the conversation.
"I'll let him know," he said before hanging up. "Hey, Luigi…"
"What's happening?" I asked, pausing my beatdown.
"I just got off the phone with your Princess friend," Josh said slowly. "Your brother's—been kidnapped. He went for a walk to clear his head, and he fell into the clutches of a turtle…"
"Koopa!" I realized.
"She told me she received a dossier of photos from this—Koopa. Your brother's wearing some sort of mind-control helmet, and…"
I snapped my fingers. "That must be Ludwig's work!" I exclaimed. Ludwig was the one who came up with kooky inventions. "Good thing I brought my frog suit with me!"
"Frog suit?" asked Julian.
I nodded. "Everything must be flooded by now, so a frog suit is the only way I can get around."
"So—you're going down there?" asked Josh.
"I have to," I solemnly replied.
Josh beamed. "You're a good man, Luigi," he said.
I showered quickly, changed into my frog suit and thanked Josh and Jules for the talk before leaping down the Warp Pipe and swimming through the floodwaters in search of Mario.
"Hang in there, Bro," I murmured. "I'm gonna get you out of there. Whatever it takes. Whatever it takes…"
It turns out that Koopa and Ludwig were responsible for the two weeks of nonstop rain. They'd built some sort of rain machine and intended to use it to flood the MK! Clad in my trusty frog suit, I swam my way into their lair to confront them, only to be ambushed by my mind-controlled, wrench-wielding brother!
Who knew that something that aggravated him was strong enough to counteract a brainwashing device?
I'd tried everything. I started rattling off memories of our childhood and of the recent past. I even played AC/DC's "Thunderstruck", one of his new favorite songs. But Mario just kept attacking. So, I pulled the mind-control helmet over his eyes, pulled his overall straps and then snapped his moustache out of shape.
"Oooh—I hate it when you do that!" he shouted.
The helmet made a few noises before flying off of Mario's head and onto Ludwig's. Mario stood there, a disoriented look on his face, which quickly turned into recognition when I ran to his side.
"Hey! Are you all right, Big Bro?!" I asked.
"Never better, Lil' Bro," Mario replied, throwing his arms around me. "I see you took my advice about wearing a frog suit! Listen—about what I said—I'm so sorry…"
"I'm sorry, too," I said, heartily hugging him back. "I guess being stuck inside for two weeks made us go a little crazy! If I forgive you, then can you forgive me?"
"Absolutely!" replied Mario. "I can't stay mad at you, Luigi."
"And I can't stay mad at you, Mario," I said with a smile.
We just held each other for a while, and then Mario looked deep into my eyes.
"Hey," he said. "We have our own thing, and it works. Don't ever forget it."
"That'll be the day!" I crowed.
Then, we looked at Ludwig, who'd fallen victim to his own mind-control device. Exchanging crafty smiles, we sicced Ludwig on his dear old King Dad, laughing as he chased the turtle all around the castle. King Koopa was practically crying and wetting himself. Serves him right for bothering the Princess all the time!
With the storm finally broken, the Toads could finally exit their homes and get some fresh air. As for Mario and I, we kinda got into it again over who'd truly instigated our tiff. And once again, I pulled on his cap, overall straps and stache.
"Oh, brother!" the Princess and Toad sighed in unison.
"Brothers," I heard Mario mutter. "Ya can't live with 'em—ya can't live without 'em."
D—n straight, Mario.
Eventually, the two of us hugged it out and agreed to share the blame for our fight. We'd both acted immaturely, and I had no right to toss his favorite record into the fireplace, just as he had no right to ignore my requests to turn his music down. I've started saving the money I earned to buy him a new record, and I think I'll give it to him when our birthday comes up.
That was the first major disagreement between us since our arrival in the Mushroom Kingdom, and it may not be the last. But even though there are times we may be at odds, we're brothers first. Like Mario said, we have our own thing. And when I'd found out that Koopa and Ludwig had taken him and performed experiments on him, I'd braved the frigid waters and all sorts of perils to rescue him, even though I was still a little sore over the words he'd said. Because we're the Super Mario Brothers. We're the Mushroom Kingdom's last, best and only line of defense. And no matter what happens, we'll always, ALWAYS have each other's backs.
Luigi
18 October 1990
MK
Dear Diary,
It's been five years since Mario and I rescued the Princess for the first time. Five years—and we've easily made ourselves at home in the MK. When we're not on the lookout for the Koopa King, we're the Toads' go-to source for solving their plumbing problems. We even have a nice place to stay, located near the Princess's castle so we can visit her whenever we like. Nowadays, we're celebrities in the MK—well, Mario is, but you know what I'm saying.
Just like the first anniversary, the Princess hosted a party in her castle. It was a bit bigger than the one in '86, but the same events happened. Mario was the man of the hour, while I was pretty much glossed over. But this time, Mario wouldn't let that stand, telling any guest he encountered that he likely would've failed if I hadn't accompanied him. So, I wound up getting a little more recognition.
All that mattered to me, though, was that Mario and I were back in a good place. We didn't even bring up the incident five days ago; it wasn't worth our time. But I still feel a little guilty over burning Mario's favorite record, and I've spent the past few nights wishing I could've handled it better. One of these days, I'm gonna do something nice for my bro, to show him that I love him and that I'd never take him for granted.
Later, when the party was about to wind down, Mario and I sat together, enjoying the cake and enjoying each other's company even more. We didn't even have to make small talk; simple gazes and touches let us say what needed to be said. And while we savored our cake, we silently agreed that we were leading an enjoyable life, despite the bumps and the danger. We've brought a kingdom to stability and prosperity, and we're continuing to make Brooklyn a better place, one sink, faucet and vanquished clog at a time. We'd fight like most siblings, but as Josh said, we share the same bloodline, and the bond between us will never break.
Between running a plumbing business and protecting a kingdom, Mario and I truly have the best of both worlds.
Luigi