It was the Koopas annual two-legged race and once again their annual problem: uneven groups.

"Maybe Bowser could join us," said Iggy.

"No, that would be unfair," Wendy said. "How about we have a sack race and whoever loses is out of the race?"

Everyone agreed that was the only thing they could do. One Koopa thought to himself, ‘Heh heh heh, none of my siblings know that they’re all gonna lose!’

They lined up in alphabetical order. "I don’t like where I am," said the Koopa who thought his kind of glasses were cool.

"I’ll trade," said the Koopa fourth in line.

"If he trades, I trade," said a Koopa known to throw tantrums.

"I’ll just roll over to your spot," said another Koopa.

"I can’t stand next to him!" said the Koopa who traded with Roy.

"I’ll trade with you," said the youngest Koopa.

"ENOUGH!" roared Bowser. When Bowser wasn’t looking, the Koopa fifth in line traded with the Koopa seventh in line. "Ready, set, go!" said Bowser.

The Koopa now seventh in line speeded ahead early. "False start!" Bowser said. "You’re disqualified." Muttering to himself the Koopa sat down off the field. A Koopa was struggling to get balanced in the sack because something was in the way. The Koopa fourth in line bumped into him and they both fell down. "Disqualified!" said Bowser.

"That’s enough of this foolishness," said the Koopa first disqualified. He stuck his leg out and the Koopa first in line tripped and fell. That Koopa walked off the field. Another Koopa grabbed something off of the Koopa’s head next to him. "Yow!" yelled the Koopa, sadly walking off.

A Koopa struggling to keep up with the other one thought to himself, ‘Hmm, now’s the time to use my weapon.’ With that, he shot the Koopa second in line. Bowser, seeing that the one Koopa left cheated, declared him the loser of the race.