OFFICE CHAIR NICE. AH! HELLO! ME MORTON! ME AND LARRY BECOME DETECTIVE YESTERDAY. NOW MORTON GET TO WEAR HAT AND EXPENSIVE COAT. IGGY GIVE MORTON CODENAME. MORTIMER JONES: PRIVATE EYE. FANCY! NOT GOTTA USE NAME ALL THE TIME THOUGH. WHY WASTE TIME SAY LOT WORD WHEN FEW WORD DO TRICK? GUHAHAH! DETECTIVE ROOM INSIDE CLOSET. GOT THINGS LIKE PRETTY DESK AND OLD PHONE! HOW COME EVERYTHING IN ROOM BLACK AND WHITE. AND HOW COME WINDOW BROKEN!? WHO BREAK WINDOW?!

"Sorry!" Iggy chimed in. "Still gotta fix that…" "Indeed you do." Ludwig growled, filing his nails in the corner of the room. "It's been almost three weeks and we still haven't replaced it!" "Aww, quit yer whining, Luds! Ya gotta relax sometimes, ya uptight dingus!" Iggy replied, reaching into his shell. He pulled out an entirely new window and a roll of duct tape. "Oh please! I'm not uptight!" Iggy kicked out the broken window with his foot, stiletto on, putting the new window in place and holding it together with duct tape, albeit very sloppily.

"That's not how carpentry works, you blockhead!" Ludwig snapped. He immediately got up, taking over whatever Iggy was doing. "And thank you for proving my point! BAHAHA!" Morton slapped his fists on the desk. "AH! FIX WINDOW!" He got out of the chair, assisting his brother with the new unbroken window. While they assembled the venetian blinds, there was a knock at the office door. It was Roy! And a new boy. "Ey other me. Are ya gonna let me play games on ya phone, or not?" Bully asked, holding out his hand. Roy just stared back at his doppelganger.

"Which one of you did this." Roy said, pointing to his smaller counterpart. "Ey!" Bully pointed back. "You keep those stinkin' sausages o' yours to ya'self!" "Oh that?" Ludwig turned to look at them. "It's nothing really. Versions of us from another dimension traveled here and made a base in my old hotel." "Oh." Roy looked down at his shorter self. "That makes sense. ...YEA-YUH!"

"What -is- something is how one of them got IN!" Suddenly, a voice could be heard hollering outside, followed by the sounds of a clanking machine. "YES! My Koopa Concrete Puller works! WAHUHUWAHAH!" Ludwig rolled his eyes, making his way towards the window under construction. "I told you to KEEP YOUR INVENTIONS AT LEAST 200 FEET AWAY FROM THE CASTLE!" he yelled to Kooky. Ludwig calmly turned back to Iggy and Morton. "Excuse me for one moment. I'm going to launch that rat into the stratosphere." He slowly made his way out, but his slow strut turned to faster stomping as he left the closet.

"Dang it! I'm outta screws." Iggy hopped off the stepladder he was on. "Mort! Keep an eye on that window while I get them, okay?" Morton give him a reassuring thumbs-up.

As Iggy scampered out of the room, Morton looked to Roy and at his boy.

HMM… MORTON IN CHARGE OF OFFICE NOW! THE POWER. THE HISTORY…

As Morton contemplated The Power, a banging sound arose from the air vent in the room. After a few budges, out popped… what looked to be a smaller Morton.

"Grrrrrrreetings and salutations! It is I! The infamous, indomitable, illusive, inconceivable idol! The one! The only! BBBBBig Mouth Koopa! And… Hey! This room's got no colors! Washed out! It's monochromatic! Just like in the old detective films! The heart of mystery lies here! Oh! And it looks like my dear bbbbbig brother Bully lies here as well! Ohhh, the excitement! The drama! The- WHOA!"

Big Mouth was being stared down by the suddenly startled Morton. That's a lotta S words. I think that's gonna happen a lot.

". . ."

". . ."

"AH!"

"WAUGH! Who the heck is this guy!? And why does he share the features of yours truly?!"

"...AH!"

"WAUGH!"

"Eyyy." Bully added.

Morton then recalled something. This must be the "twin" Kooky told them about! He then pulled out a small business card from his coat. "Hmm?" Big Mouth looked the card over.

MORTIMER JONES: PRIVATE EYE

ME SOLVE CRIME!

PHONE/FAX: (XXX) 7XX-XXXX

NOIR OFFICE, DARK LAND P.O BOX 9XXXX

(IT WALK-IN CLOSET.)

"WOW! A rrrreal detective! With a reeeeal business card! I like it! As you might have heard, I'm Big Mouth! Put 'er there, pal!" Big Mouth stuck his hand out for a handshake. And a handshake he received! "ME MORTON! ME CEO OF CONSTRUCTION COMPANY. BUILD BIG HOTEL ON VOLCANO!" "Wow! I didn't think you'd actually speak like that! I dig it!"

The talkative turtle then made his way to the top of the desk. See? More repeating letters! And more tons.

"If you look like me, then you must be the interdimensional counterpart I heard about! However, there are many differences between us! You see, we, Bully and I, come from the faaaaar off year of 1990!" Morton looked over to the desk calendar labeled "APRIL 2018". "IT GONNA BE MAY…" Morton whispered loudly. "Ey! Breaking news, pipsqueak!" Bully hollered 2 feet away from them, pointing at Roy's phone. "They're from the dang future too."

Before Big Mouth could make some kind of excuse on how he "already knew that", someone cried out.

"Heeeeelp!"

Lemmy burst through the closet door, his top hat on fire. "AH! NO FIRE IN OFFICE!" Morton ran over and scooped Lemmy up, placing him gently outside in the hallway. "LEMMY! WHAT HAPPEN? AND WHY HAT ON FIRE?" "My hat was on fire? I didn't even notice!" Lemmy quickly slapped the hat off, putting the flames out with his foot. "We got bigger problems! My circus tent's got bugs in it!"

Roy, Bully, and Big Mouth stepped out from the room. "How'd you get bugs? Those things go POOF just looking in the direction of this place." Roy said. "That's also the problem! I got no idea! Come on!" Lemmy dragged his two brothers outside. The two not-brothers quickly followed behind.

"Hey! I got the screws!" Iggy cheerfully screamed, re-entering the office. He then noticed the air vent had popped open. "Aww, COME ON!"

From the outside, Lemmy's tent looked perfectly normal. His Dark Land location was the largest and most extravagant version yet. There was even carnival games and food booths outside it. The inside, however, was another story.

The benches were falling apart, the stage was covered in termites, and the Yoshis were cowering in a corner because one of the bugs got a hold of a CowGuy's whip. Roy bent down next to a wooden beam that was in shambles. "There's been a murder here." He said, trying his hardest to keep a straight face.

"Oh, thank goodness you're here!" One of the Shy Guys ran up to the four. "Those termites have covered half of the tent!" "THAT LOT OF BUGS!" Morton shouted. He reached inside of his shell, pulling out a single can of bug spray. "MORTON FIX THIS!" Suddenly, a swarm of termites formed together a hand, swatting the can out of Morton's hands. "AH! HEY! MORT PAY $2.99 FOR SPRAY!"

The hand grew in size, attempting to swat at Morton next. With quick action, Morton decided it was Hot Mallet Time. He swung his mallet with all his might to ward off the mountain of disgusting, wretched, and rude bugs. "This is a massive mountain of malicious insects. I've never seen such a spectacle for sore eyes! These terrrrrrrible termites are full of terror! And another thing-" Before Big Mouth could continue his mouthful of alliterations, Bully stepped in, shutting him up. "Shaddap! Now, we gotta think quick. How are we gonna get ridda these guys?" Sadly, Roy had an idea.

"YEAH-YUH!" Roy shouted. He blasted all of the bugs with his wand. "WHAT THAT DO?" Questioned Morton, who was still swinging his hammer around. "I made the bugs able to speak." ". . . HMM. ASK BUGS QUESTION!" "Yeah, I got one. Do ya bugs got phones with games on 'em? Can you recommend me some good apps?" Bully asked.

"Hey!" Lemmy shouted. "How did you all get in my tent?"

One of the bugs started talking, however, it's voice was too itty bitty to even be heard properly. "WHAT BUG SAY?" asked Morton. Big Mouth grabbed a microphone from one of the stands, placing it near the tiny termite. Finally, everyone could understand it. "Is this thing on?" it said. "Yeah!" Lemmy said excitedly.

"Ah! Splendid!" said the little bug. "We were on our way to the God of Chaos Museum and made a quick stop in this lovely tent! However, I think my comrades may have gotten a bit too excited… A termite's appetite is quite insatiable. My deepest apologies, young man..."

"Well, the damage is already done. But I'm glad it wasn't from anything spooky. No hard feelings!" Lemmy said. "Oh yeah! How'd you guys even make it into Dark Land?" "We drove. Doesn't everybody drive?" Lemmy nodded understandably. "That explains the convertible outside."

"How come your buddies are threatening those horses with a whip?" Roy questioned. "I… I think they're scared of whatever those things are..." the bug replied nervously. Roy glanced back at the Yoshis, and then back to the bug. "Yeah, I get ya'. Those things give me the creeps."

It was Morton's turn to ask the termites a question. "WHO THE GOD OF CHAOS?" The termites stopped in unison. The crowd of bugs suddenly came to a hush. The termite at the microphone chuckled. "You mean the God of Chaos? You want to know about this powerful deity from aeons ago, eh? Gather around and I shall unfold the history of the God of Chaos…" All the koopas and termites gathered around the termite at the microphone, eager to get an earful of the ancient history.

"The God of Chaos is a powerful being us termites look up to…" The termite went on for what seemed a couple of hours about this powerful ancient being. The one mostly engrossed in the speil was Morton. This God sounded like a powerful being and Morton wanted nothing more than to gain The Power. Or at least just a stronger mallet. "...And that is when the Museum was put in place. We usually take our yearly pilgrimage there this time of year!"

"Huh." Lemmy put his hand to his chin. "I didn't expect that much information from something I've never heard about in my life." "Me neither." Roy added.

And so, the five boys said their goodbyes to the termites as they drove away in their convertible. "Heh. Mystery solved." Roy said, hands on his hips in triumph. "WE DO IT!" Morton emerged from the tent carrying Big Mouth like a football. "WE SOLVE CRIME! AND ME LEARN ABOUT THE GOD OF CHAOS!" "Yeah," Lemmy spoke up. "But my circus is still super messed up!" "...ME SOLVE CONSTRUCTION!"

Later that night, Morton remembered something very important.

"AH!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"WENDY."

"What!?"

"YOU KNOW ABOUT AMULETS? ME WANNA BE GOD OF CHAOS!"

"... You what?!"

- - CASE 3: COMPLETE - -