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One Typical Halloween
 
By Cubone

It was a very special Day in Dark Land, or any where really. Tonight was-

Lemmy: Iggy! It's Halloween!!

... Ok...

Iggy: I am completely aware of that, Lemmy, But I appreciate the gesture.

Iggy was in his lab, reading a horror book.

Lemmy: What are you dressing up as for Halloween? I'm going as a Viking!

Iggy: Lemmy, I believe I am not mistaken when I recall myself vowing the previous year was to be my last year for Hallows Eve festivities.

Lemmy: I think my brain sprung a leak.

Iggy: Curse my superior intellect... Lemmy, I clearly stated that I would not be trick or treating this year.

Lemmy: I thought that was a joke! C'mon Iggy, you have to come!

Iggy: My sincere apologies, Lemony, but I fear I'm not coming.

Lemmy: Fine. Stay home if that's what you want. I'll h-have fun b-b-by myself... *sniffle...*

Iggy: Lemmy, are you crying?

Lemmy: ... *sniffle* I just got really e-excited...

Iggy sighed and put down his book.

Iggy: Perhaps I will join you this evening... But this is the las-

Lemmy: SWEEEEET! C'mon! Let's go pick out some pumpkins!

Lemmy actually lifted Iggy high in the air, despite Iggy being nearly twice Lemmy's height, and sprinted out the door.

******Later at the local Pumpkin Patch******

Lemmy: Woooooaaaaah. Look at all the pumpkins!

Iggy: A vast quantity, if I may say so myself.

Lemmy picked up a pumpkin that was perfectly round, had no dirt, and had a long, bright green stem.

Lemmy: Not good enough.

Lemmy set the pumpkin back down.

Iggy: Are you referring to the pumpkin? Lemmy, that was nearly flawless!

Lemmy: The stem was too long. I couldn't balance on it.

Iggy: Why does that matter?

Lemmy: I say, if I can't balance on a pumpkin and roll around on it like a ball, it ain't good enough.

Iggy: Why not cut off the stem?

Lemmy: Mom won't let me go NEAR sharp objects after the buzz saw incident.

Iggy: Ahh, yes... But wasn't it a chainsaw?

Lemmy: Don't remind me... HEY LOOK!

Lemmy pointed to a pair of shiny, orange pumpkins. They had nice green stems- not too long- and were perfectly round, not a blemish in sight. Iggy and Lemmy jogged/rolled over to the pumpkins, which were actually sitting on top of a pile of others, as if those were worshiping the perfect ones.

Lemmy: These are great! We'll take these!

???: You guys going trick-or-treating this year too?

Iggy and Lemmy whirled around, but saw no one.

???: In the pumpkins.

Lemmy and Iggy turned back around and removed a pumpkin. Out popped a large ghost wearing a bow tie, with huge canine teeth.

Iggy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Lemmy: Wow! Great costume, Larry!

Iggy: ... 0_0

It was indeed Larry. Larry laughed.

Larry: Man Iggy! You went on and on about how "mythological creatures are as the name emphasizes - myths" last year, and now this! Hahahahahahahah!

Iggy: Go pester your twin.

Larry: I can't. Mr. Mature says he's too old to trick-or-treat. I says to him, you ain't too old! You're twelve, same as me, and I'M trick-or-treating this year!

Lemmy: What does Ludwig say to that?

Larry: He starts monologuing about how he's mature and that I oughta grow up.

Iggy: I haven't heard you and Ludwig bicker since the chainsaw incident.

Larry: I swear that was HIM who left Lemmy alone with that chainsaw. I was with Wendy when she was styling her hair!

Lemmy: Yeah yeah. Can we just grab our pumpkins?

Larry: Sure.

Iggy and Larry grabbed a wheelbarrow and hauled the pumpkins in. The three began to make their way back to Kastle Koopa, when they saw Roy egging some other Koopa’s house.

Roy: Bullseye! Dang I love Halloween! It gives me an excuse to do this stuff so peeps don't call the cops!

Lemmy: Hi Roy. You having fun?

Roy: Oh, hey Iggs, Lem Lem. Who's your friend?

Larry: Hey!

Roy: Hey buddy, catch!

Roy chucked an egg at Larry, smacking him right in the face.

Larry: YOU TWIT!

Roy: Oh, eh, hey... Larry...

Larry abandoned the wheelbarrow and began to chase Roy all the way home to Kastle Koopa.

Iggy: Wow. We'd better get a move on if we wish to trick-or-treat this evening.

The two headed home, where they carved pumpkins and played some Halloween jokes such as TP'ing and house egging for about five hours. Once it was about seven o'clock, Lemmy came bounding down the stairs in his Viking suit.

Lemmy: It's trick-or-treatin' time!

Iggy walked down in his lab coat, with his goggles.

Iggy: Here, let me grab the Jack-o-lanterns...

Iggy picked up the Jacks in the kitchen and set them outside. Each had a different facial expression.

Lemmy's Jack:     :)

Roy's Jack:     *-*

Iggy's Jack:     ^_^

Morton's Jack:     >:(

Larry's Jack:     () - ()

Bowser Jr's Jack:     :{

Junior walked down in a ghost costume.

Junior: I LOOOOOVE Halloween!

Lemmy: How come your Jack-o-lantern is sad?

Junior: Because he knows he's going to rot in about a week. He duly acknowledges the fact that the existence of his race is completely temporary and pointless. He knows that his purpose is to have his innards barbarically extracted, have his face carved into a wicked expression, and then be set on fire as part of an ancient ritual, then be thrown into a dumpster without even being missed.

Clawdia: My baby is going to be a philosopher one day! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Clawdis picked up Jr. and wrapped him up in a bear hug that nearly choked Jr. to death.

Junior: I NEED AIR! HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP!

Morton and Wendy walked downstairs. Morton was in his Vampire costume, Wendy in her dress.

Iggy: I presume you are going as a supermodel?

Wendy: Of course not! I decided to go as something scary this year. I'm going as a BAD model. See? My shoes don't flow with this dress!

Iggy: I see.

Wendy: No you don't.

Iggy: I am explicitly capable of processing the concept of style, thankyouverymuch!

Wendy: What?

Morton and Bowser Jr. were staring at each other’s costumes.

Morton: Sorry Junior, dressing up as a marshmallow went out of style years before Dad was born.

Jr: Hey! I wouldn't be talking, Dork-ya-luh!

Lemmy: Are we going trick-or-treating or not?

The Koopalings paraded out of the castle to find Roy in a tree, with Larry below with a baseball bat in hand.

Roy: It's a scientific fact that egg whites make colors brighter! You ought to be happy!

Larry: Well I'm not!

Lemmy: Come on! We can't be late for trick-or-treating!

Ludwig: You kids have fun now!

Larry: Well if it isn't Mister Manurity.

Ludwig: It's maturity! I thought you all would be happy that I'M growing up!

Larry: I thought someone who wet his shell and cried for an hour would never grow up.

Ludwig: If you saw your sister bald, your brothers on a wild goose chase after Lemmy wrestling a chainsaw, and had your horns sawed off, you'd be in tears two!

Larry: Uh huh. Let's go, guys.

The seven Koopas traveled on down to Dark Land's main town.

Iggy: Remind me again of why we're down in the town square.

Roy: I'm tellin' ya, all of the stores give out full-sized candy bars!

Wendy: They'd better for how much trouble we're going through.

Roy: See? Koop-Mart has its light on. Let's go!

The Koopalings strutted over to the store doors. There, a Boo with a bunny rabbit mask on had a bucket filled with chocolate bars.

Boo: Hello, my name is Boony Rabbit.

Junior: Nobody asked what your name was.

Junior just broke the first rule of Halloween- NEVER QUESTION THE AUTHORITY OF THE PERSON WHO HAS THE CANDY.

Roy: What our li’l tater-tot bro was meanin' is if you was handin' out gorilla-sized candy bars.

Bowser Jr: DUUUUUUUH! If he went to all the trouble to get dressed up in a dumb costume, I think he'd be handing out chocolate bars!

Junior just broke the second rule of Halloween- NEVER QUESTION THE COSTUME OF THE PERSON WHO HAS THE CANDY.

Boony Rabbit: ... Here ya go...

He handed out jumbo Crunch Bars to the Koopalings.

Lemmy: There! Now, aren't you happy you decided to go trick-or-treating?

Iggy: I... guess so.

The Koopa kids continued on down the road, trick-or-treating any house that came by. By half an hour all their candy sacks were stuffed. Morton had already eaten more than three quarters of his bag.

Morton: So... full...

Lemmy: Sounds like Morton is full.

Roy: Oh? What makes ya say that?

Larry: Hey, look! It's the Mario Brothers!

Larry pointed down the street. The Mario Brothers were sipping some coffee and talking to each other at a bench.

Wendy: Ooh, this should be gooooood.

Iggy: What's that supposed to mean?!

Morton pulled out his red magic wand and pointed it at the Marios.

Iggy: Morton, what are you doing?!

Morton: I got Mario front, dead, and center!

Roy: I'm not sure if that's even a real phrase and I agree!

Wendy, Larry, and Bowser Jr: Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!

Iggy: No! Don't do that! It'll just cause trouble!

Morton fired a beam from his wand, and missed Mario by five feet!

Mario: Mamamia!

Luigi: What was that?!

Wendy: I think all that sugar is affecting your aim!

Mario: Koopa Kids! Let's get 'em, Luigi!

Lemmy: Attack!

The Koopas and Marios rushed at one another. Roy, Lemmy and Morton dog-piled Mario, but Mario began to roll like a log, sending the Koopa Kids off. He socked all of them in the face, but Wendy fly-kicked Mario in the back. Luigi was struggling to wrestle Larry onto the ground. Luigi finally pinned Larry, but Larry kicked him right in the stomach. Luigi doubled over, struggled to get back up, and succeeded… until Iggy ran up to Luigi and punched him in the chest. Mario ran over to Iggy, picked him up, and threw him into a building.

Iggy: *groans I told you all to just walk away!

Morton stood back up.

Morton: Shut up and fight!

Lemmy pulled out his wand and fired. It hit the Marios... and turned them into Goombas.

Larry: Wow! Where'd you learn to do that?

Lemmy: I found it in an old book, but I've never bothered to use it because I've thought it was a... a... something that's not help?

Iggy: A liability.

Lemmy: Yeah.

Larry: How's that a liability?

Lemmy: It lasts fifteen seconds.

Roy: That's a joke, right?

The Mario Brothers morphed back into themselves at that. Each had angered expressions on their faces.

Mario: You guys think you're-a funny, don't you?!

Luigi: We'll-a teach you not to mess with us!

Koopalings: No, wait!

Too late. The Marios pounced.

*****Later At Bowser's Castle*****

Ludwig was in his room playing the piano, attempting (and failing) to compose his latest symphony.

Ludwig: Dang it! Why can't I think?! ... I need some brain chocolate.

Ludwig walked down to the kitchen, where Bowser and Clawdia were sipping some tea.

DING DONG!

Clawdia: Please get the door, Bowser.

Bowser: Make Ludwig get it.

Clawdia: Please get the door, Ludwig.

Ludwig: Make Dad get it.

Bowser: That's enough Harry Potter gags out of you, young man! Now get that door!

Ludwig walked through the hallway up to the front door and opened the door to find his siblings tied up in ropes.

Ludwig: Hey Dad! Come look at your proud lieutenants!

Bowser lumbered down the hall and stared in astonishment at his children.

Bowser: What happened to all of you?

Ludwig: Don't untie them until I take a picture!

Ludwig ran up to his room, laughing his head off.

Morton: Mario beat us up...

Iggy: After the geniuses opened fire on them.

Bowser: What were they even doing in Dark Land?

Wendy: I'll bet it's because the chainsaw incident took place five years ago.

Larry: Yeah, they've been guarding the town ever since.

Lemmy: Can we stop talking about this?

Roy: Yeah, untie us.

Bowser: Not until Ludwig gets a picture. These are going on our Christmas cards!

Iggy: When we're bruised and dirty?

Ludwig: That's right!

Ludwig sprinted down the stairs, camera in hand.

Ludwig: Say cheese!

Others: We hate you!

Ludwig: That will do.

SNAP!

Ludwig: Happily Halloween, little siblings!

Bowser and Ludwig began to laugh while the other Koopalings were fuming.

The End

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