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An apple a day keeps the doctor away, especially if you have good aim!
Luigi lay on the floor choking, his face turning a light scarlet. He suddenly stopped choking and lied there, not moving at all. Peach and Mario stood over him, watching with curiosity. Luigi suddenly looked up, and said, "That's how Mario looked when he was choking at dinner!"
Peach stood thoughtfully, then shook her head, replying, "No, it was more of a standing-the-whole-time kind of choking. Remember, he fell over after he coughed the mushroom out. It was more like this."
Peach did an exaggarated version of what Mario had apparently done at dinner. Mario was getting a little annoyed, and said, "Alright, it wasn't that funny." But Peach and Mario were still giggling under their breath as they went to prepare for bedtime. What strange things happen at Peachs sleepovers, thought Mario, as he reflected on the humorous, though rather absurd, imitations of a simple cough during dinner.
Mario and Luigi brushed their teeth, while the princess went to her own bathroom. When the two brothers were done, Luigi went over to the guest bedroom, while Mario went over to Peach's bedroom to wish her good night. He knocked on her door, and upon hearing no answer, Mario opened the door slowly and peered inside.
A window was smashed, and the curtains flailed wildly in the night air. Princess Peach was gone.
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Bowser yawned, and glanced away from his foreign affairs papers and looked at the clock. Ten thirty. He yawned again, got up from his desk, and started walking down the hall to his bedroom. His bedroom was at the end of the hall, and there were two doors on both sides; the rooms of his children.
He opened the first door, about to say a quick good night to Roy and Morton, but when he looked to their bunkbed, he saw no one. The window was open, and the curtain was slightly ripped, as though someone had grabbed it to keep from going out the window.
Bowser rushed to the other rooms, to see if his other children were there. He opened a door. No Iggy or Lemmy. Another door. No Wendy. The last door. No Larry or Ludwig.
Bowser rushed through hallways, finding none of the koopalings. He rushed outside, stopping a little past the drawbridge. In the distance, he could see some small black outline of a vehicle in the night sky. He could almost hear each of his child's screams. They were gone. Bowser stood, dumbfounded, as all the emotions came out. Bowser roared into the night sky. It was a cry of fury. A cry of anguish. A cry of sorrow.
Edited by - Markio on 2/2/2004 3:57:02 PM
