Chapter Thirteen:
Interrogating An Italian...
"NO, NO, NO, NO! WHERE'S MY NOTEBOOK?!"
SMG3, his eyes wide as wings, driven by panic, opened and closed every drawer around his desk as he looked for his special "sussy" notebook where he wrote down his thoughts and secrets. He'd put it in one of his drawers safely, then it had vanished during the night. He was going to write down an entry today, but the notebook was missing.
EggDog barked, and several memes whimpered nervously, fearing the fury of their number one celebrity if he began to blame them for what had become of his notebook. They hadn't taken it, but he would likely assume they did if the thought ever occurred to him.
"Someone took it!" SMG3 concluded, boiling with fury now, "Someone just took my journal, and this isn't going to stand. I'm taking action, and I know that somebody wanted my notebook. And I think we know who..."
"Bark-bark!" EggDog yapped.
"You got that right, EggDog." SMG3 crossed his fingers, "We're going to have a word... with Mario. It doesn't feel that long since he actually got his hands on my collection of secrets while me and SMG4 had our hands stuck together. Who's to stop him... from taking my notebook again SO HE CAN SEE ALL OF MY SECRETS?!"
He geared up, and summoned the portal that led into the Mushroom Kingdom. SMG3 exited the Internet Graveyard, and strolled through the lush countryside with his sights set on Mario's house. The dim-witted Italian was seemingly minding his own business, and his back was turned. SMG3 held up a bat, and he moved closer towards Mario, who suspected nothing.
With just the right timing, the black & purple-clad meme guardian struck, and the bat came down on the Italian's head...
The back of his skull was afflicted by a slight throbbing, and fuzziness filled his head. His eyelids opened slowly, and Mario involuntarily breathed fresh air into his nostrils. He noticed that he was sitting in a chair, slumped over a table, and surrounded by darkness. The pudgy avatar sat up, unable to recall what he was last doing.
Oh, the pains of having a short-term memory.
Mario looked around, baffled by where he was, and he heard someone move in the darkness. He turned nervously, catching a glimpse of someone glaring at the fat man, and asked, "Wh-Who's there?!"
SMG3 emerged from the shadows, staring at the universe's avatar in a furious manner, and shouted, "MARIO! Where is it?!"
"Wh-Where's what?!" Mario whimpered as SMG3's hand pinched him.
"WHERE... IS IT?!" SMG3 repeated, slamming the plumber's head into the table.
"I swear, Mario didn't eat your EggDog." The fat Italian stammered, looking at the angry ex-villain with fright, trying to be as innocent as possible.
"Don't... play... coy... with me!" SMG3 hissed, "You took my special secret notebook. I write all of my deepest, darkest secrets in there..."
'He knows, he knows.' Mario thought with dread, "MARIO DIDN'T TAKE IT! WHY WOULD I TAKE IT?! I NEVER DID! HONEST! Mario was playing World of Warcraft last night!"
"PROVE IT, THEN!" SMG3 slammed his fist on the table, "PROVE YOU DIDN'T COME UP INTO MY ROOM AND STEAL MY NOTEBOOK LAST NIGHT! TELL THE TRUTH RIGHT NOW... OR ELSE!"
The skull-bearing meme guardian placed a plate of spaghetti on the table in front of Mario, then he held up a power drill, and tapped the 'on' button. Mario freaked out as SMG3 activated the drill, and the screw spun to life. SMG4's former nemesis lowered the drill's tip towards the spaghetti, and the fat Italian's heart pounded with dread.
"No, no, stop! What are you doing? What are you doing?!" Mario begged, "NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! SMG3, PLEASE STOP!"
"Last chance, Mario!" SMG3 threatened.
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
Just when the devious meme guardian was about to drill the spaghetti, he pulled back, and deactivated the power drill. SMG3 rolled his eyes while Mario collapsed to the floor, whimpering and trembling with trauma. The red-eyed live-streamer turned on the lights, revealing they were in the kitchen in the castle at the Showgrounds.
"Okay, fine. Maybe you didn't steal it..." SMG3 told the sensitive dim-witted Italian.
"M-Mario told you, he was playing World of Warcraft." Mario said to the former bad guy.
"Well, if you didn't take it, THEN WHO TOOK MY NOTEBOOK?!" SMG3 shouted with frustration, he peaked his head out the window and spotted Luigi close by, "YOU TOOK MY NOTEBOOK, DIDN'T YOU, LUIGI?!"
"What about SMG4?!" Mario suggested, right as SMG3 was drawing a gun, "Hasn't he been trying to take your notebook?"
SMG3 took in his question, and his eyes were wide with fury. Memories of the last few weeks came back, and SMG3 recalled every instance his notebook came up in SMG4's vicinity. From the Watermelon Man debacle, to the elevator drama, the day of EggDog and Beeg SMG4's adventure, and the hand-holding incident. It was obvious, it just had to be...