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Author Topic: Mario's Murder Mystery on the Excess Express  (Read 20836 times)

« Reply #75 on: January 24, 2006, 08:55:41 PM »
Chapter 43:  The Penguin and the Sheet ~ Mario walked through Poshley Heights, the stunned Doopliss in his arms.  He was heavy for such a light-looking creature, and Mario wasn't sure how far he could continue to carry him.  The night now seemed humid, and the air was heavy.  Mario tried to think of a time in his life where had been under even more pressure then he was now.  Obviously, his first thought was taking down the King of the Koopas, Lord Bowser.  Mario had found himself in the raging hot belly of a volcanic lair of Bowsers' far too many a time.  The lava would develop thick, slow bubbles, filled with mirky, red lava.  The bubbles would burst upon the molasses of lava, sending red flares up at the thin metallic cage in which Mario would stand.  The goombas would be charging at him all the while, and the heat was unbearable. 
But Mario had always known of Bowser as being an evil being, and always knew that in the end it meant everything to him.  To be able to look into the calming blue eyes of Princess Peach at the end of his risky adventure was more of a treasure than silver or gold, or both melded together.
But Mario had no idea that his good old friend, Detective Pennington of Poshley Heights, was such a diabolical madman.  He used bribery, kidnapping, impressionation, and even plotted, along with attempted, murder.  He did all of this just so he could take credit for not only solving a big mystery, but to be known as a great discoverer.  He would do all of this just so his name would be known a little more than it was today. 
Mario thought that he knew Pennington better than that... but apparently, he didn't know him enough.
Perhaps if Mario would have taken a little more time to check in on old friends, this never would have happened...

Yes, Mario suddenly felt a strange guilt reside in his stomach.
If he hadn't been focusing on all his fame and popularity, he could have checked in on everyone.  The smallest of heroes are just as important, right?  I mean, what happened to all of his old friends after Mario had finished his adventure?  Would he simply say goodbye forever?
The least he could do is keep in contact here and again.  Even a tiny postcard would be nice...

Mario was now coming up to the Excess Express once more, Doopliss still in his arms.  He shook off his great feeling of guilt and slowly boarded the train.  Inside, the air was calm and the atmosphere was dark.  Everything looked strangely tall and large to him, yet at the same time small, and cramped.  It was a very strange feeling as he looked about the high-class train.  The marvelous wall-paper, and the amazing chandelirs.  The flowers and flower vases, the classy carpet, the golden door handles.  Yet, since nothing was really lit up inside, it looked rather haunting.  Almost as though it was an ancient train, that had been left on this very track years ago.  Filled with so much knowledge and memorable, that no one, no matter how old, would be able to keep track of it all.
Mario looked down towards the ground as he continued to move Doopliss into the Dining Hall.  There he found Goombella and Pennington (still tied to the chair) resting in the ringing silence. 
"Mario," said Goombella, sounding a little bit parched.  "You're back... and... who's that?"  Goombella rose from her chair that was positioned in front of Pennington and walked over to Mario, her brow in a knot as she look down at the unconsious duplighost. 
"This is-"
"Doopliss.... oh, Doopliss," Pennington interuptted as he looked up from the floor, which they had both assumed he had made good friends with. 
"Yes," said Mario.  "This is the murderer we've been looking for..." 

Mario and Goombella tied Doopliss to a chair as well, double tying the knots so that he cou'dn't escape through transportation.  Mario assured her that he was too weak to do anything trcky any ways, but they didn't have any room to not be as careful as they possibly could. 
"So here we have it," said Goombella.  "The brains of the murder, along with the brawns."
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #76 on: January 27, 2006, 07:32:57 PM »
Chapter 44:  So That's That ~ That night had lasted for a long time after the arrival of Doopliss.  There was a bit more questioning on his account, as they discovered that Doopliss had indeed gone along with Pennington's dastardly plan.  He had been so tired of show business, and didn't feel as though he was living his life the way he wanted to.  After going back to the life of crime, Doopliss had said that he felt satisfied, though a tad guilty.  It also helped him, though, that Detective Pennington was going to pay him ever so handomsely, a check for 1,000 coins!  They were both terrible crooks and deserved nothing less than jail.
Mario and Goombella had waited in the train for hours before they could truly conclude their mystery.  They were tired, absolutely exhausted, and had sweat stains on their clothes as a mark of their determination.
They had brought water to the true Lord Crump and helped him get back up into the open, where he was happy to recieve the chance to breath in fresh air once more.  Pennington and Doopliss remained in their regular chairs as they continued to be questioned of diffferent things, such as the relationship of Professor Frankly and Pennington. 
They had apparently been harsh rivals in college, yet remained some-what friends.  Mario had also discovered more behind the brawl inside the hotel.  Pennington had seen Mario discover the warp pipe containing Lord Crump, and had been keen to see him reappear in order to get the tired ex-conquerer a glass of water.  Pennington had seen it all through one of the side windows on the hotel, and being mayor of the town, knew exactly where he could find the hotel's power source. 
He had turned off the hotel's power, sending Mario (supposedly) crashing down inside the elevator.  It was lucky that Mario had excaped that one alive. 
Pennington had then snuck by the main desk in the dark, and hunted for Mario, making sure he would not live to tell this tail.  But then, as Pennington had found Mario, he found that he could not bring himself to do so.  Instead, Pennington had set Mario outside the Grande Theatre, hoping that not too much would come on his account, and that the knock on the head may have knocked some of the information out of Mario's brain.  As Pennington discovered, it did not, and he had attempted to murder him later on, as you know.
  Mario and Goombella had cramped heads by the end of it all, and were very ready to see to it that these two were brought to jail....

Goombella stood outside of the Grande Theatre alone.  Mario had stayed back with the two convicts inside the train.  The night sky remained blank and dark, and a view stars could hardly be seen anymore peering their way through the thick blanket of sky.  Goombella could feel her heart race.  Pennington's entire, brilliant plan had been revealed, and Doopliss had been captured.  They had rescued Lord Crump, were preparing to set Professor Bom-Bers free, and were now going to alert everyone of the great accident of this murder mystery. 
Goombella could see heads bobbing up and down from inside the Theatre from the door.  The show had obviously been postponed due to the lack of an actor and no back-up (which seemed foolish not to have). 
Goombella patiently waited outside until she could find one of the conductors walk out.
A few of the former suspects that walked (and floated) by gave her peculiar looks, for she was sweating, her hair was in a mess, and she obviosuly appeared nervous.  They knew that perhaps the mystery was, indeed, proved wrong... and where in the world was Detective Pennington and Mario? 
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #77 on: February 07, 2006, 04:44:52 PM »
Chapter 45:  Surprise  ~  Mario listened to the clinking sound of the train as it rode along the tracks...

Goombella had alerted one of the conductors as he stepped out from the Grande Theatre, and she quickly brought him to the place where Pennington was being held.  The conductor had to listen to the full story before anyone was to be arrested.  It took a while to tell, and consumed a lot of breath, but overall the story was fully told and the conductor understood.  When news had spread throughout the town of Poshley Heights, very many were surprised at the fact that the one person they trusted was, in fact, the murderer.  The actors and actresses of the Grande Theatre were shocked to see that Doopliss was in on the whole thing too, and the opening show had been postponed for later now that they unfortunately lost one of their supporting actors.
It was now official that Pennington had been arrested for robbery, developing the plans for murder, impersonation, kidnapping, and attempt at murder.  Doopliss was charged for murder.  All of the suspects that were aboard the train were shocked most of all.  Everyone was simply gaping as they saw Pennington and Doopliss walk from the train, heads held low in shame, their arms cuffed.  Even the stone-cold Bootler couldn't help but let his jaw drop.  Everyone was sincerely disappointed after they all heard PEnnington's awful (yet very clever) plan of getting aboard the Excess Express.  He had disguised himself as someone else and taken the trainride to Rougeport, and then back to Poshley, claiming (as Lord Crump) that he simply wanted to be on the road for a while, but didn't want to stay.  Then, during the night of Frankly's boarding Doopliss would resume his form as a duplighost rather than a flower pot sitting on the table next to the door to Frankly's room (where PEnnington had placed him one of the nights of riding from Poshely Heights).  It was then that Doopliss would knock on Frankly's door, and murder him, just like that!  Then, very quickly, Doopliss would have to resume his role as a flower pot until everything calmed down again and it was night.  Then he would transform into Doopliss, and run back to "Lord Crump"'s room. 
Then, at the moment of their stop at Poshley Heights, Pennington would sneak out the back of the train when no one was looking, asume his form as the penguin detective (leaving his Crump costume on the train) and taking a short cut back to the Snactum before the conductors could reach him first, hence making it look as though he was at the Sanctum the entire time.  Then, inside the train, Doopliss would transform himself into Lord Crump, whom he would act as until the train returned to Poshley Heights with the mystery "solved". 
Pennington would then allow Doopliss go back off to show business, rewarding him handsomely, and then would decide on what he might do with the real Lord Crump, the one he had thrown into a warp pipe by the hotel to keep him quiet.  But this plan was never fulfilled, for Chef Chimi had recommened that Mario, of the Mushroom Kingdom, ought to help out with the case.  And he did indeed...
PEnnington had looked at Mario right in the eyes before being brought off the train last night.  His look was not of anger, but of admiration, and somewhat of envy.  There was a certain gleam in his eye that Mario was not sure of.  All the same, the newly respected detective stared back at the penguin detective, showing no sympathy for him. 
"Well, my friend," said Pennington, despite what had just happened, "you win..."
And with that Pennington turned back around and allowed himselef to be led by the train conductors into the ocean of excited aristocrats waiting outside.  His beak held low, and his trademark magnified glass gone, Pennington looked rather pathetic, and as though he was a stranger Mario had never met before in his life.  Pennington had disappeared into his Sanctum, the great stone doors closing behind him, and the honorable pillars that lines his doors no longer representing pride and dignity, but disappointment and justice...
And that was the last that anyone really ever saw of Pennington, the world-famous penguin detective...

Mario stared at the blank ceiling abover him as he ly in the top bunk of his bed.  The bumps of the train tracks shook his body slightly, his hands placed behind his head.  His expression was calm, yet confused.  Mario wasn't sure whether he ought to be happy that he solved the true murder mystery, or to be sad that he had just lost a very good friend.  He simply couldn't shake the awful feeling that, indeed, this whole thing never could have happened if Mario had kept in touch.  Mario's stomach churned at the though of the thousands of friends he had made over the years, and how he hardly kept up with any of them, even the very close ones.  Perhaps if he had taken a little more time to check in on Pennington he wouldn't have been so depressed.  The smallest decision can change a lifetime after all..... or end one. 
He tried to think to himself that it was all in his head, and it was nothing too much to worry about.  These sort of things happen in everyday life.  People simply move off the path they ought to take, and somehow feel the need to go in some other sort of direction.  Whatever the reason was for Pennington's twist in heart, Mario knew he could have stopped in, even in the most simplest of ways...

Suddenly the door slid open to reveal the powdery-soft face of Princess Peach.  Mario sat up at the sight of here standing by the doorway, a single gloved hand rested upon the wall to the right of her.
"Mario," Peach said, "why don't you come into the Dining Hall, I have a surprise for you!"

Mario followed Peach through the corridors of candle-lit hallways until she reached the sliding, wooden door to the Dining Hall.  She slowly slid it open as Mario stepped into the golden light of the interior, greatly adding warmth to the dark, starry night outside. 
Sudenly, as though a storm had suddenly hit, the great thunderous sound burst into his ears;
"SURPRISE!!!"  Streamers decorated the air-conditioned atmosphere of the cozy-appearing Dining Hall as kazoos sounded and laughter popped about the room.  Mario was shocked to see that all of the past suspects were aboard the train and celebrating Mario's great conquest.  In the front there was Goombella, giggling happily with a pointed, glossy red had upon her head, holding a kazoo near her mouth.  Next to her, Mario could she that she was holding Professor Frankly's discoveries tightly with her, for they had been rightfully handed down to Goombella, free from the greedy hands of Pennington.  Bow was located next to Goombella as she waved herself with her fan, looking at Mario seductively.  Close byto her was Bootler of course, looking rather silly as he held a green and a blue kazoo in his mouth, along with an odd sort of shiney green bowler atop his white head.  Yet, he still managed to appear very proper.  Behind him was the Yoshers, looking rather awkward as they smiled, though it meant a lot to Mario that they even showed up in the first place.  Then, there was the real Lord Crump next to them, busy stuffing his face with sppetizers that were carried by the Toadina, the waitress, located next to him.  She looked rather frightened as Lord Crump piled in heeps of food at a time. 
Chef Chimi was standing next to Goombella, wearing the same kind of glossy, pointed hat as Goombella, only in the color of yellow.  Mario could smell a sweet aroma filling the air of the train, and knew that he was obivously cooking something delicious up.  It smelt very sweet, like strawberry cake, with the thick aroma of rich chocolate.  Mario's lips moisened at the mere thought.  Next to Chef Chimi was the three sisters, the Shadow Sirens.  Beldam looked as though she was was simply showing up because her sisters forced her, though Vivian appeared to be having the time of her life, blowing into her kazoo while sporting her glossy pink party hat.  Marilyn was looking at the food Lord Crump was eating, wanting to take of the appetizers as well, but a tad too scared to even get close to the bloated purple man.  Then there was Professor Bom-Bers, located right next to Chef Chimi.  He looked tired, but very happy.  There were bags under his eyes, squinting in sure joy of being proven innocent.  On his head his blue party hat seemed to be slowly tilting a little to the right, his tangled wisk appearing at the top of his round head. 
Mario couldn't help but smile greatly at the sight of all his friends gathered about, and felt instantly happier about the success of his great mystery solving.  He had paid attention to details, and dealt with all the suspects.  He discovered the reason behind Bootler's quiet ways, and respected the mysteriousness of the harmless Yoshers.  He was able to dodge the seductive attempts by Bow as a hope to get off of the suspect list, and was able to reason with the bewildered Shadow Sirens.  He managed to find the real Lord Crump, and respected the duties of the staff aboard the Excess Express.  Now it was time for something he recieved after every adventure, a nice plate of deliciously fluffy cake...     

(It's not over yet!)
« Last Edit: February 07, 2006, 04:52:44 PM by The Blue Toad »
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #78 on: February 07, 2006, 05:12:20 PM »
Chapter 46:  A Visit From Old Friends  ~  Mario laid in bed, silently chuckling at the thought of tonight.  It had been such fun.  The most delectable food was served, including many pastries and desserts as far as the eye can see.  There was also alcoholic beverages being served, and both Toadsworth and Bootler got drunk.  They began singing Sweet Home Alabama together.  MArio silently laughed as he remembered the sight of Princess Peach and Bow being so embarrased, hiding behing her fan, and pretending as though they didn't notice. 
Mario had a warm feeling in his stomach as he bundled himself up in the thick blankets before him, listening to the sweet lullaby of the tracks of the train.  The stars shone brightly outside the window next to him, and the trees and bushes upon the fresh grass passed by in a blur of shadowy green.  The air was warm and comfortable around, not at all like it had been when confronting Pennington.  It was true.  The train seemed a lot more open when it was in motion, rather than when standing still. 
Still, Mario found it rather hard to settle himself into sleep.  He kept thinking of Pennington walking through his big stone doors into Poshley Sanctum, ashamed of his brilliant yet utterly shameful idea.  To murder a person simply for the sake of fame and fortune was too low to see.  It was a deep as the blackest part of the ocean, where the water is freezing and the fish are unkind.  It is where evil thoughts of greed, revenge, and cruelness dwells, and it is a dangerous place to swim.  Sometimes we venture there by accident, other times on purpose.  Sometimes it seems as though we sink, making us to things that are low as some sort of last resort.  But no, there are many other resorts.  Some that may involve kicking your legs and trying to swim to the surface, but nothing is success without much work, and the easiest way out may not be the best. 
Mario finally felt his eyelids grow heavier as they slowly began to close themselves.  His breahs became heavier and louder as he let the warm air consume him in it's craddling arms, swooning him in the starry night.  But before he could find himself closing his eyes, a glimpse of something white and radiant caught his eye.  He blinked twice, clearing his head as he gazed across the room into the face of a pale, gleaming ghost. 
It was the ghost of a Toad, an old friend from the train.  The ghost looked warmly back at Mario as he gazed upon the shining ghost, eyes twinkling.
"Wha...what is it?" asked Mario in a hoarse whisper.  He hadn't come in contact with any ghosts since one of the first times he was on the train, and it was rather nerve-racking to see one nonetheless.
"What is it?" asked the hushed voice of the ghost, "What do you think, detective?"
Suddenly, another smokey figure appeared by the ghost's side.  It was the beaming spirit of Professor Frankly, hovering in the air happily.  Mario looked down to see Goombella slumbering softly on the couch, her books closed.  How she would love to see her old professor, though it may be a little much for her.
"Mario, dear boy," said Professor Frankly, "you have done it... I knew you could.  With you, and Goombella of course... I feel the world may sleep better tonight...and most certainly I....thank you.."
Mario wasn't sure what he could say.  But before he even had time to state a word, Professor Frankly was suddenly wrapped around but a shining, gloden light from above.  The old Goomba looked up, pure joy shone on his face.  And suddenly, he faded away.  Professor Frankly was no more, and his time had finally come. 
Mario looked back towards the Toad ghost, who simply smiled at him, and disappeared as well...     

So that was it.  Now Mario's mission was truly complete...

(Still not over yet).
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #79 on: February 07, 2006, 08:32:03 PM »
Chapter 47:  The Denouement  ~  The air was crisp as the tension hung thickly.  Mario felt as though everyone was watching him, and his stomach churned through pain, sorrow, and nervousness.  He swallowed hard, and painful lump moving up and down in his throat.  His eyes gazed upon his white-gloved hands that emitted from the silky black sleeves of his suit.  The grass under Mario's feet was turning slightly brown, a sign of calmness, remourse, and mourning.  The pianta preacher spoke softly ahead oof Mario, adding very kind words of Professor Frankly into his long speech. 
Next to Mario was Goombella, dressed in a black dress with a veil strung over her face that hung from her short rimmed black hat which held two beautiful white flowers.  Her hair was tied back into a tight, blonde ponytail, and her eyes never strayed from the casket that lay before her.  She felt tears well up in her eyes as the preacher talked on...
Behind Mario and Goombella was a series of others whom knew Frankly well, or even not so well.  There was Koops, Madam Flurrie, Yosh, Vivian, Bobbery, Ms. Mowz, Punio and Petuni, the Puni elder, the Shadow Sirens, even the X-Nauts.  There were very many familiar and unfamiliar faces about the crowd, some were students of Professor Frankly, others were old friends, and some were people who only came across him once or twice, but respected him dearly. 
Both Mario and Goombella had been surprised and how many people had showed up.  They had no idea that Frankly knew this many people. 
"...and we know today that Frankly is looking down on us from Heaven now, glad to know that his time on earth was spent with happiness, and many good friends.  For his life had not been one of a lonely Goomba, but of....."  The preacher continued on.  Mario briefly took in a few of the things that he was saying, though he couldn't help himself but to think of his memories from Professor Frankly.  He had been so excited when he found that dried mushroom in the Thousand-Year Door. 
Mario wasn't really sure he understood half the things the professor was talking about at times.  Actually, Mario was completely sure that he didn't really understand half the things the professor was talking about at times.  He always seemed to be thinking outside the box, and loved expressing enthusiasm for everything.  What a smart Goomba he had been, and how much of an old friend he was to all...
Once the service had ended and Frankly had been slowly lowered into the earth, everyone began talking with each other politely as to make some sort of light conversation as a failed attempt to lighten the mood a bit.  Most of the people came to hug Goombella awkwardly, or say some words to her as an effort of comfort, for all knew that she was closest to the old professor.  Goombella would nod to what they were saying, not looking up at them but sniffing loudly and wiping her watery eyes.  Flurrie gave her the biggest hug of all, practically knocking her to the ground.  Mario also made small talk with a few of the people as the sun began to lower itself behind a grassy hill, the high sky above growing darker. 
Mario watched as people began to leave the graveyard through their cars and other vehicles.  While they were all chatting and saying farewells in a group near the road of the cemetary, Mario could see Goombella still standing by Frankly's grave, staring into the grave hole that would soon be covered. 
Mario placed his hands in his black velvet pockets as he watched her begin to slowly cry over his grave.  He squinted in the light of the gleaming orange sun, his hair being blown like th edead grass by the warming wind coming in from the South.

Mario opened the round wooden door that was his home as he entered the familiar setting.  Luigi was found sitting at the table in the kitchen, eating some sort of mushroom dish.
"Hey!" he said, "Mario!  You're back!"
"Yeah," said Mario as he dropped his luggage to the floor.  It had been a long voyage over the seas, and even a longer goodbye from his friends at the Rougeport docks. 
"How was your trip, bro?" asked Luigi. 
"It was... interesting," answered Mario truthfully.
"Really?" said Luigi, "and how was Goombella?"
"She was fine," answered Mario.
"Good to hear, good to hear..."
There was a silence in the room as Mario looked about the house.  It seemed rather dark, and boring.  He felt a little strange being on solid ground now, instead of on a train swaying back and forth.  The tick-tocks of the clock nearby seemed loud and annoying to Mario's ears.  He hadn't realized how long he was away. 
"So.... what kind of adventure did you have?" asked Luigi as he began to raise another spoon full of mushrooms to his black, crumb-filled mustache. 
"One of a kind, Luigi," said Mario, "One of a kind..."


the end.
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #80 on: February 07, 2006, 08:33:30 PM »
And that ends my really long story!  My gosh this took a while to finish, but I'd say it was worth it...though....not too many people actually read it...but hey!  It was fun.
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

« Reply #81 on: February 07, 2006, 08:39:43 PM »
That was fantastic!! I really loved it! It was very well put out!

I haven't posted here because I didn't see a reason to, but I want you to know that it was great! You have a talent for writing, and I hope you will write another story like this!

« Reply #82 on: February 07, 2006, 08:43:34 PM »
:-D

Thanks!
Maybe there is more to me than there is to me...

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