Scrappy-Fan92: Hi, folks! Several days ago, this story turned 15 years old, and I just wanted to get something out quickly to commemorate the occasion. It's not "The Yoshi Gazette" but that hasn't been canceled, don't worry. Enjoy!

This chapter was originally uploaded on Saturday, March 23rd, 2024.

The Super Mario Show

BONUS: Ain't no Party Like a Mario Party

Peach's Castle was the site of a gathering none had seen since the last time it was the site of a gathering. Within the happy halls, a number of denizens of the Mushroom Kingdom were conversing at a party being thrown in Mario's honor.

"So anyway, I had to bail everyone out after Junior's latest stunt," Peach recounted to a stunned Daisy and Wendy.

"My brother really admitted to game forgery on-camera," Wendy said, her eyes rolling out of habit.

"Really, it was horrible but expected. It was more a matter of getting things sorted out with the police before Luigi had a panic attack."

Grayson the Shy Guy, ladling from a punch bowl, cringed at the mention of Luigi's name.

"Oh yeah, Luigi was the one who needed to be protected."

Peach failed to pick up the sarcasm. "He's a sensitive soul, and I was worried about him," she said, Daisy nodding alongside her.

"Miscreants," Grayson grumbled as he waddled away to the dance hall.

Bowser Jr. was looking through the guest list, crossing off the names of those already present. Grayson, Wendy, Iggy, Jenny, Wario, Waluigi, Jenny, Kamek, Polterpup, Jenny...

"Hey, doofus! Where's the Chuckola Cola?" Jenny's voice jabbed him, as it often did.

Junior sighed and tapped the door of the mini-fridge to his left. A fake smile crept up the girl's face(mask).

"Thank you!"

Junior rolled his eyes and walked off to find more guests.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Mario was attempting to keep the peace between the partygoers.

"Waluigi, for the last time, get your bony elbows out of my face!" Luigi's command came as he and Waluigi were tangled on a game mat trying to get their hands and feet onto an arrangement of Koopa Shell patterns.

"This much magnificence cannot be contained to two rows, fool! Waluigi was meant to encompass all!"

Toadette, who was crushed between the two, was about as enthused as Luigi was.

"If you don't hurry up and move, I'm about to encompass my foot up your nose!"

"Anyway!", Mario yelled hurriedly. "Let's see what the next move is." He punched two Dice Blocks and landed on a one and a five. "Okay, Waluigi, left foot to a Blue Shell."

"That's right, 'cause Blue Shells only come to those in first place!"

Waluigi stretched his left leg over Luigi and landed the tip of his shoe onto a Blue Shell space. Luigi winced, the smell of Waluigi's sock in all of its Waluiginess invading the sanctity of his nose.

"Nyah!"

Mario punched the Dice Blocks again and pointed to Yoshi. "Okay, Yoshi, your head to a Pink Shell!"

"Yoshi!"

Yoshi poked his head from the morass of bodies and scanned for his destination. Finding a target close to Toadette, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue to reel his way there.

Instead, he yanked the entire mat and swallowed it whole, pulling the proverbial rug out from everyone else.

Mario winced at the calamity and, when he opened one of his eyes to gauge the damage, was appalled at the wreck he saw before him. Luigi had gotten one of his legs tangled in Toadette's braids and Waluigi had gotten his legs tangled up in all of his Waluiginess.

Toad blew a whistle. "Alright, the winner of this round is the pretzel formerly known as Waluigi. Wario, go get your friend so he can collect his prize: a trip to the hospital."

Wario grabbed Waluigi by the foot and dragged him out the door, Toad following.

Mario facepalmed. This is why he hated throwing parties. And they still had 16 turns left to go.

Scrappy-Fan92: And that's it. I'd like to thank my family and friends as well as everyone who's supported this humble fic over the years. I look forward to writing more chapters about Mario and friends.