Chapter Thirty-Two:

Li'l Big Bob, Big Brazil Babe

The Mushroom Airlines Jet soared across the ocean, with the land of the Mushroom Kingdom far behind, and SMG4 sat comfortably aboard, even with the dimwitted Mario in the adjacent seat making wacky noises that slightly got on his nerves. And yet, the meme man knew the pudgy plumber was more than eager to see Brazil.

However, SMG4 hoped his fat Italian friend was aware that neither of them weren't taking an overseas vacation, finding answers to the universe's mysteries was a much larger priority than simple luxury.

Mario wiggled his legs and let out a "wahoo" before feasting nosily on a plate of spaghetti that a Toad had served for him.

SMG4 ignored his friend's activities, and looked at his phone. They would be in Brazil in a few hours time, which meant this would be a long plane flight, but the meme man was hopeful that finding the USB wasn't a perilous task. SMG4 stared out the window, unaware that he and Mario were being watched by something sinister.

He tucked himself in, his eyes lightly shut, as the Garo felt his body shooting towards the end of the ever-twisting warp tunnel. Bob held his breath, and let out a holler as he shot out of a light-green Warp Pipe, and landed on a small patch of grass. The pipe vanished, and Bob stood up, taking in a bright blue sky, and the sight of a distant mountain overlooking a city.

Wait, that was no ordinary mountain. Bob could see the statue depicting Jesus, the Son of God, the Redeemer, as it stood tall over those who roamed the area surrounding the glorious monument dedicated to The Lord.

This was it, he was in Brazil, and the Garo was full of glee.

He nodded to the sacred statue as it glinted in the sunlight, and turned around, taking in the Brazilian beauty, to find himself near a very luxurious seaside. Bob recalled that he'd left Mr. Cruklife's half-octopus, half-human baby somewhere here, upon this South American soil, and he knew why he was really here.

And yet, the ex-rapper knew he'd be an idiot to not enjoy his revisit to this gorgeous nation, and take in all the culture and scenery that made Brazil so worth the visit.

He stepped off the grass, and breathed the salty ocean air as he set foot unto the sandy beaches. A few kids ran past him, playing a little game of catch, and Bob spotted a couple Toads heading into the ocean with surf boards clean and ready for the rolling tides.

For a short moment, feelings of cautious unease swept through the shady hobo's mind, and the Garo wondered if Cruklife already had secret spies here, watching his every move and ready to strike if they saw any sign of Bob abandoning the task their boss had given him. And then, there was Kreahp's current status.

Bob hoped to the heavens that the little guy hadn't been mistakenly adopted. With any luck, he was probably in the orphanage, and nobody had taken in Kreahp yet. If someone had done so, then Bob was more than ready to steal the little one.

The hooded hobo listened to the sound of seagulls flying over, the tide rolling in-and-out, and a volleyball being passed back and forth, prompting him to recall when he accompanied the Cruklifes on a trip to the beach during their stay in Brazil, barely a day before the heist had taken place.

Oh, man. Those felt like simple times, even when criminal activity was a factor in that vacation.

A sense of ease swept over him after a moment, even with thoughts on finding Kreahp still lingering, and Bob continued to stroll through the crowded beach, taking in the beauty, while often interacting with a couple of people as his heart thumped to the sight of gorgeous Brazilian women sunbathing and playing in the ocean.

"Isn't it quite hot for you to be wearing a cloak around here?" Someone asked.

Hearing a tone like that was often enough to set Bob's mood. The Garo turned around, and locked eyes with a Brazilian woman with gorgeously smooth skin, a curvaceous figure, long-trimmed dark-brown hair sitting back on a smooth red blanket.

The woman wore a bright-orange bikini, that accentuated her body with laces on the bottom sides dangling over part of her upper legs, and dark sunglasses over her eyes. She sat up with a soda can in her hand, and lowered her shades, revealing a pair of sparkling teal-colored eyes as Bob felt hearts filling his vision for a split moment.

"DoN't MiNd ThE hOoD." Bob told the woman as casually as possible, "It'S jUsT hOw ThIs HoMiE dReSsEs WhErEvEr He GoEs. AnD bEfOrE I fOrGeT My MaNnErS, I sAy, HoW aRe YoU ToDaY? My NaMe Is BoB, aNd WhAt WoUlD yOuR NaMe Be, MiSs?"

"You can call me Atilia Peidremo." Atilia replied, "And, considering what you said about your dress code, I say, 'don't worry about it.' I don't have any trouble with how people dress. Do you swing by often?"

"I gO mAnY pLaCeS..." Bob studied Atilia, especially with her gorgeous looks, "...AnD yOu CoUlD sAy My EnDlEsS sEaRcH fOr BeAuTy LeD mE bAcK tO BrAzIL, mAyBe BeCaUsE... I fElT sOmEoNe As PrEtTy As YoU cAlLiNg To Me, GoRgEoUs!"

Atilia giggled and batted her eyes at the Garo in a sultry, and flirtatious sort of manner, "Would you say you have a thirst for women, Bob?"

"WoMeN aRe ThE MoSt ExOtIc BeInGs On ThIs PlAnEt, FuLl Of WoNdEr AnD bEaUtY yOu CaN't IgNoRe, HoW cAn YoU nOt LoVe ThEM? ThAt'S nOt ThE oNlY mOtIvAtIoN iN mY lIfE tHoUgH, EsPeCiAlLy WhEn MoNeY cOmEs Up, AnD I cOuLd TeLl YoU aLl AbOuT My RaPpInG cArEeR aNd mY sPeCiAl TaLeNtS aSiDe FrOm RaPpInG."

"Oh my..." Atilia remarked with a thoughtful smile, "You know, I think I've seen you somewhere before. And you mentioned having a rap career, that reminds me of this guy I knew who was big on rapping, and he was quite a treat."

"YoU cAn'T dEnY tHaT rApPeRs ArE hOt AF!" Bob quipped, "AnD bY ThE wAy, YoU hAvE vErY gOrGeOuS SkIn. It LoOks So ShiNy, dId YoU gEt A sPeCiAl BrAzIlIAn WaX tReAtMeNt?"

Atilia laughed, which made the Garo's heart light to the sound of womanly laughter. He loved hearing women laugh, depending on his intent.

"That would be sun lotion, thank you." Atilia told the hooded hobo, then she batted her eyes in a flirty manner at Bob again, "So, tell me, Bob. Would you say you're the sort of guy who's looking for fun with women?"

'I can tell where this is going.' Bob thought, there was no backing out of this one.

Fun was always up the Garo hobo's alley, and from the moment he bumped into Atilia, Bob knew there was no way he would pass up the opportunity. Who could say "no" to spending time with a super gorgeous supermodel-looking Brazilian babe?

And it was only minutes since the two of them crossed paths, the matter of time didn't matter as the ex-rapper and his new fling slipped away from the beach with Atilia leading Bob away from the crowds, away from the sun, and the two of them found an inviting beach house that, luckily for Atilia and Bob, didn't seem to be occupied by anyone in particular.

Curtains were rolled back, candles were lit, and the Garo found himself escorting the slender Brazilian onto a soft bed that was clean and prepared for them. Either Atilia owned the house, or someone else was taking care of it.

She didn't even need to see him remove that hood, neither was Bob all too worried about his appearance. The supermodel-looking beauty pressed herself atop the hooded hobo, and gripped the sides of his face before pinning Bob down with the fiercest kiss a woman could ever give the big Bobowski.

In this moment, he began to feel a change of scenery was in order, and Bob smacked his bladed hands together, summoning his ninja magic. Smoke surrounded him and the bikini-clad Brazilian before they were laying on a bed in an apartment room. Atilia looked up with surprise, then she flashed a sultry smile at the hooded hobo.

"So full of surprises." Atilia remarked in a flirty tone.

'You know it, baby.' The Garo thought.

Atilia came down again, and Bob folded his cloaked arms around her toned back as carefully as possible. The bed shook as the hobo and the hottie wrestled, making out in an aggressive fashion, then it was lights out as the atmosphere got steamier and kinkier.

Time was a blur for Bob, and Atilia as well. The former woke up later, laying atop the bed in a slight haze. He found his Brazilian date laying next to him, her arm folded under his hood, while her bikini lay on the floor.

He wandered in his thoughts for a moment, then he recalled the true reason he'd come to Brazil, and that was the human-Octoling baby hybrid Kreahp.

Fun time was over. For now. Bob sat up, and felt Atilia's hand fall onto his lap, then he pulled out his phone and photographed the attractive Brazilian to remember. Atilia snored softly, and Bob saw a smile on her face. He turned, and climbed off the bed, making his way out of the room in ninja-like fashion.

Bob left the apartment, and set off through the streets of Rio de Jannero, focused on finding Kreahp. After his last visit, the best place to start looking for the little one would be the hotel where he and the Cruklife family stayed at.