Chapter One:

The Strangest Casino Buyout Ever

SMG3's Evil Lair

Over 11 1/2 years ago

9:54 P.M.

He sat alone in his room, holding his purple-colored notebook in his hand while gently gripping the pencil. After a day of planning evil schemes, and after failing to succeed in humiliating SMG4, it was time to finally write another entry relating to what was just another day in his life.

He got the notebook while at Meme School, but after writing his first entry, he hadn't written anything else in it since. Whatever happened, it was likely due to being distracted with education and trying to be better than his stupid nemesis. Life sure could involve distractions, depending on circumstances.

Now, enough was enough with ignoring his diary. SMG3 held the pencil over the paper as he gave the matter a little more thought, then he finally figured out what he would write, and the villain went to work:

'Dear Diary.

'Today, I stole that loser SMG4's videos and posted them onto his YouTube channel. Ooh, what wicked fun. However, all the joy in my evil plan was ruined thanks to a paper cut those idiots gave me. Ow! My finger will heal, and it is right now.

'Next time, I'm gonna get SMG4 and that stupid dimwit Mario! Just you wait, and your friends will suffer. On that day, I, SMG3, will rule YouTube and be rid of that moron forever. And, on a related note, I'll take out Mario as well! Mwahahahahahahahaha!

'Before I forget, for some reason, I feel like I forgot about something related to meme school. Why am I getting a funny feeling that wasn't the first time I met SMG4? SMG3 out.'

"That'll do for now." SMG3 quipped.

He set aside his notebook, put his hat aside, and turned out the light. The villain lay down in bed, thinking of deliciously evil things and planning how he would finally one-up his nemesis. He would do way more than steal SMG4's videos, he intended to make his own content that was perhaps even better than that loser's content.

Laughing evilly to himself, SMG3 shut his eyes and went to sleep. All was quiet within his lair, and he liked it that way in the night...

-Somewhere in the Mushroom Kingdom-

-Over a Decade Later-

Mr. Deel sat at his desk in the CEO's office, looking at the letter again. He'd received it, along with the call a few days ago, and he expected the dealer to arrive soon. It was a rarity for someone to make an appointment with the Casino CEO just to make some sort of deal with him, but he was always open to whatever deal was around the corner.

For eight years, he'd been running Casino Paisano, which was said to be one of the finest Italian-established casinos in the world if not this side of the Mushroom Kingdom. Sure, there were other casinos, but Mr. Deel's ambition had been to make Casino Paisano the greatest of them all.

It had taken several years, and many setbacks, so he could get it off the ground, but it was all worth it. And he never thought that anyone would come to claim ownership of it, even with all the deals he'd made here and there over the years.

BZZT!

Mr. Deel tapped the glowing button above the speakers on the com to answer the call signal. "CEO's Office." He said firmly.

"Your appointment is here, Mr. Deel." The secretary informed him.

"Let him in."

The door opened, and Mr. Deel was perplexed when he saw the Mushroom Kingdom's resident dim-witted hero (and Avatar of the universe) Mario walk in, sporting a fancy suit. The lights flickered, and before Mr. Deel could even blink, he was seeing an odd cardboard cut-out drawing of a fat, mustached man in chef's attire appear in the room.

"Greetings, Mr. Deel." Mario said, "Mario sees you have-a the letter."

"In a manner of-a speaking, can you explain what this is about?" Mr. Deel asked.

The lights flickered, and Mr. Deel nearly jumped back when he saw the odd cardboard drawing had moved again. This time, it was standing in front of his desk right next to Mario. Out of everything Mr. Deel had seen in his life, the idea that a piece of cardboard could move almost unseen was insane. Was he looking at a new kind of Weeping Angel?

"On behalf of Marty, I have come to-a discuss the matter of-a buying your casino." Mario told Mr. Deel, "Your gambling business deals with-a money, correct? Mr. Marty's been running a pizza shop, and has experience with making money."

"Is this some sort of game I am not privy too, Mr. Mario?" Mr. Deel asked, "I'd like to know why your, uh, associate is interested in buying this casino, aside from money-making experience?"

Mario looked at Marty, and Mr. Deel looked at the cardboard as well. After a minute, Mario looked at the CEO and said, "Marty says that after running a small pizza shop, he's ready to go big with his business, and, while looking for other avenues to expand into, the casino business has fascinated him. And he knows gambling is profitable."

"Indeed it is, Mr. Mario and Mr. Marty." Mr. Deel nodded, "So? Which one of you is looking to fill the role of CEO and take full ownership of this casino from me, the current owner and CEO?"

"Marty is." Mario replied, "And, according to him, my role will be head of security."

Mr. Deel started laughing. "You, Mario? The head of casino security?" He chuckled and wiped his eyes, "How are you capable of managing security, especially with your track record of messing stuff up? And who will be helping you with security while your cardboard associate is running Casino Paisano?"

"We will."

"These two men are here as well." Ms. Wheeler said, poking her head out from behind the door. A second later, Swagmaster69696969 and Chris Gordman entered the room, sporting black suits with the former wearing shades.

"The Mushroom Kingdom military sends its regards." Mario said with a confident smile.

"Heck, yeah. We'll make sure no perps cause crap in this casino." Swag declared, "You can count on Captain Swag to not screw up."

"You're not the security captain, Swag!" Chris told him, "And let's be more professional."

"Now, if we were to buy this casino now..." Mario gestured to Marty, "What would you say if we offered to pay you..." He dramatically put his finger up to his lips, Doctor Evil-style, "One hundred billion dollars?!"

"Your cardboard employee, you and your associates would pay one hundred billion dollars to buy this casino from me?" Mr. Deel's face lit up, "Never did I think, after meeting with many other casino CEOs to buy out their lands as part of my casino business, that someone like you and Mr. Marty would offer me billions to buy Casino Paisano."

"We'll buy you an island casino resort." Swag piped up.

Mr. Deel's eyes were filled with dollar signs. "How can I refuse that offer?!" He exclaimed, "I like where this is going, even though Mr. Marty is... quite the peculiar fellow."

"Mr. Marty asks if we have a deal." Mario then said.

The casino CEO rubbed his hands together. "So far, it looks like you have yourselves a deal..." He said, "...once all the paper-works are signed, and once the rearrangements are made, the casino will all be yours. And that island casino resort you're offering me? Oh, how can Mr. Roland Deel say no to that?"