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Chapter 20:
~Lzn64~
A second later, Wart, who wasn't such a bad evil mastermind himself,
stopped and looked back at Smithy, detecting a flaw in this plan.
"What about those pests in Muda?" He asked innocently.
Smithy turned to him angrily, ready to scold him for questioning his
plan, when it registered on the bearded supervillian that this new cohort
of his was right. After taking note of this face, he decided to yell
at him anyway.
"LISTEN, YOU. YOU'RE MY MINION NOW, AND MY MINIONS ARE OBEDIENT
MINIONS. YOU'LL OBEY MY ORDERS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" Smithy bellowed,
rattling the glass wall between Wart and Mamu, and causing the head
engineer and messenger Bandit to shake like leaves.
"Yeah, I get it," Wart shrugged. "You're the boss."
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT. I'M THE BOSS. AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.
NOW GET READY TO GO, WE HAVE A VEHICLE WAITING FOR YOU. IT'LL TAKE YOU
RIGHT TO MUDA."
"To... but wait, didn't you just tell me to-"
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT FOLLOWING ORDERS!?"
"All right, all right!"
At this point, the engineer spoke up brightly.
"You follow. Taking you to transport am I going to."
"What about, eh..." Wart gestured to Mamu with a grin.
"You are going pick up Mamu. First to transport you will follow."
"Sure, and then I'll get rid of those pests in Muda. Isn't that
right, boss?" Wart called to Smithy.
"THAT'S RIGHT. FULL INSTRUCTIONS WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU. FOLLOW
HIM," Smithy ordered. He watched as the head engineer walked less
than gracefully from the room, and as Wart followed him out, chuckling
to himself. He then turned to the messenger Bandit who had delivered
the new on Chibobo Villiage.
"AND YOU," Smithy sneered, addressing the shaking bandit.
"Y-yes, sir?"
"IF YOU FOOLISH BANDITS CAN'T OVERPOWER A VILLIAGE OF WORTHLESS,
WEAK CHIBOBOS... I'LL GET SOMEONE WHO CAN. FIND THAT CROCO. I'M LOATHE
TO DEAL WITH HIM ANY MORE THAN I HAVE TO... AND IF YOU BANDITS HAD GOTTEN
THINGS DONE LIKE I ORDERED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE I WOULDN'T HAVE TO..."
At this, the bandit squirmed nervously, if him being more nervous was
possible. "...BUT OBVIOUSLY SINCE THAT'S NOT THE CASE, YOU WILL
SUMMON THAT PURPLE BUFOON TO ME AT ONCE. HE MAY BE A PAIN IN MY SIDE,
BUT AT LEAST I KNOW THAT HE CAN PILLIAGE VILLAGES WELL ENOUGH."
"Yes, SIR!" The Bandit shouted, saluting. He then dashed
from the room, dizzy with relief. "I hate reporting bad news to
Master Smith," he whined, as he bounded from the halls of the Academy
to find Croco. On his way out, he passed by a rather strange looking
woman, who was muttering something about ungrateful minions who paid
her no respect. Sounds a lot like Master Smith, the bandit noted sourly.
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Meanwhile
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"We're so lost."
"Pessimist."
"I am NOT a pessimist, Maple!" Daisy shouted in exasperation.
"We've been walking for HOURS..."
"It's barely been one hour!"
"It has? You're kidding. How would you know anyway?"
"Trust me."
"No."
"Shush, the both of you," Peach sighed, shaking her head
at their petty arguing. "That's not going to make us get to where
we're going any faster."
"It makes it less boring," Maple commented, and Peach stifled
a laugh, as Daisy glared at her.
"Wait, wait, gals," Plum said suddenly, stopping in her
tracks. The other followed suit, staying perfectly silent, and looking
at Plum strangely. After a few seconds Maple stepped forward.
"I don't hear anything? What's the deal?"
"Shush, shh!" Plum hissed, waving at her. Maple rolled her
eyes and looked up at the trees, sighing in an exaggerated manner. As
she watched, something moved from above. Maple blinked and stared up,
concentrating. Again, a rustle, and this time all the girl heard it.
"What IS that?" Peach asked finally, and Maple let out a
gasp and shot forward with a yelp of surprise as the question was answered.
"KREEPER!" Maple screamed, stumbling forward, and Plum and
Daisy let out similiar cries of terror. They then quieted down in a
hurry and fixed Peach with a look of horror as she started laughing
at them uncontrollably.
"That's not a kreeper!" She declared, giggling at them.
"That's a NINJI, you dolts!"
"Yes. Yes I am," the black star-shaped creature agreed,
looking at the three cowering princesses in confusion.
"It's great to finally find you," Peach acknowledged him,
bowing to him slightly. She was no stranger to foreign relations, at
least. The ninji returned this gesture of respect, and fixed them all
with a grave look.
"As the leader of our tribe, I have come to ask you what you
are doing in our territory," He said simply, raising his eyebrows
at them. "My people are cautious by nature, and strangers in the
Endless Forest... that's a strange enough occurence to unnerve anyone."
"I'm sorry if we've intruded on your territory," Peach said
quickly. "But we're lost here, and we heard you knew the way out."
At this, the ninji fixed her with a hard stare.
"Where did you hear that?" He asked.
"Err... strange happy bird. His name was Sparrow..."
"I know of that guy," the ninji sighed. "You're better
off away from him."
"We know," The princess all said in unison.
"All right. I guess I'll help you out," He said finally,
after a few minutes of contemplation. "Strangers don't belong in
the forest, anyway."
"Great!" Peach said, smiling.
"I thought you were the princess of Sarasaland, Daisy?"
Maple whispered to the yellow-clad princess, teasing her.
"Yeah, well..." Daisy muttered. "At least I don't freak
out at the first sign of help!"
"You were screaming your head off just like the both of them,"
Peach laughed, overhearing this comment. "Kreepers..." Peach
chuckled and followed after the ninji, who still hadn't given his name,
and the other three shrugged and decided to do the same.
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Meanwhile
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"What's that guy want with us NOW?" Croco snapped, as the
Bandit relayed the message to him out in Chai city square. It was pretty
much chaos all around, with Princess Daisy missing and Croco and his
gang running wild all over the place. It was rumoured by the still-hopeful
Pionpi that the head Pionpi, Pon, was still holding out giving official
control to them, but from the looks of things, that didn't matter much.
The citizens of Chai who had not joined in with the looting had taken
into hiding in the city, using their meek nature to their advantage,
and some had even left the city altogether in hopes of peace elsewhere.
"Master Smith has another looting job, don't you like those?"
The bandit asked hopefully.
"Looting ain't no fun when you're being ORDERED to do it,"
Croco snapped.
"Well in any case..."
"I'll go see 'im. It might still be... enjoyable," Croco
conceded finally.
"Phew," The bandit sighed, watching Croco start off to the
Academy.
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Later
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"This had better be good," Croco muttered, as he stomped
down the hall to Master Smith's room. He peered into the window of a
classroom as he went by, blinking in disbelief at what he saw. "I
DON'T believe all those kids're still in CLASS. With dat SMITHY guy
in chare around 'ere, you'd think they'd all be out getting some air
for once in their pathetic lives."
He continued walking down the hall, muttering to himself in irritation,
until he reached Smithy's door. He reached out to open it, but stopped
halfway to the handle in surprise.
"What's THIS? Smithy has a little lady in there with 'im? Now
THAT'S rich!" He laughed. "This, I gotta hear." So saying,
he pressed his ear to the door.
"WELL!" A woman's voice screeched from inside. "If
YOU won't help me find that little delinquent, good for nothing underling
of mine, then I'll do it myself!"
"I WOULD, VAL... BELIEVE ME! I JUST DON'T HAVE THE RESOURCES
RIGHT NOW TO SEARCH FOR YOUR BIRD..."
"His name is DODO! And don't you forget it!" Val Tina screamed
in rage, as she stomped off toward the door.
"Doesn't sound good for ol' master Smith," Croco whistled,
then he gasped in surprise as the door slammed open, knocking him over.
Luckily, the woman was too peeved to take any notice of him, and stomped
down the hall without so much as a glance his way.
Croco rubbed the bump on the back of his head and furrowed his eyebrows,
glaring at the back of the woman as she left.
"Some women, I tells ya, don't know respect!" He announced,
walking into the office. "Having trouble with your girl, Smithy
my man? Heh heh heh, women these days, eh? I mean, you'd think they'd
know what they're place was--" Croco stopped short as he noticed
that Master Smith wasn't nodding in agreement, but instead, he was staring
at him, his face beet-red.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT IDEA, YOU CHEEKY LITTLE---"
"Hey, hey! I didn't mean anything by it, you know? I was just
assuming..."
"WELL DON'T. SHE'S ANOTHER COHORT OF MINE, NOTHING MORE."
"Never heard a cohort of yours talk to you like that before..."
Croco muttered under his breath.
"WHAT?"
"Er, nothing at all. What's this loot job you want me and my
men to do now?"
"AH, YES. CHIBOBO VILLIAGE. NOW."
"Chibobos? Man, you know they ain't got nothin' worth stealing..."
"I SAID, NOW," Smithy interrupted, glaring at him.
"All right, all right... fine. Let me get my men together, and
we'll take care of it good," Croco assured him hastily.
"SEE THAT YOU DO," Smithy warned him as he walked out.
~Luigi of the Pipes~
Without much ado, Croco had rounded up the Forty Crooks and headed
out. Unfortunately for the team, Chibibo Village was out on the Southern
Shore, close to Nokobon Village. And Smithy hadn't shown any care to
give the group a form of transportation...
The group went amazingly fast however, the amnesia-induced Toad and
big black bird proving themselves much hardier than anyone had actually
expected. And so, the Forty Crooks were in the village within a few
hours.
After given sharp orders, the three of the Mouser Seven pulled out
flippers and snorkels, which they promptly attached to themselves and
dove into the nearby river. Another three Mousers pulled out jetpacks,
gifts from Smithy, no doubt, and strapped them on, then proceeded to
hover silently around the various buildings.
It was an excellent set-up. The flying mice would start off by determining
which houses had the most riches in them, then they would buzz down
close and startle all the 'shrooms away. The swimming mice would be
ready to ambush the Chibibos when they came close to the river. And
the rest of the Forty Crooks would be too busy sneaking into the forlorn
houses and snatching up all the wealth within to even notice the shroomy
citizens.
After five houses had been looted, everything broke loose...
A siren began to blare from one of the houses, and several angry Chibibos
stepped from their houses. Taking down four or five Chibibos at once
would've been a cinch. Taking down some sixty of them wouldn't be...
Croco glared around as the group of Chibibos began to surround them.
They were all rather small, at first glance, even smaller than a common
Goomba. At second glance, Croco noted that one would come up to his
lower jaw, when hunched over, anyway. He grabbed at the bag at his side,
looking for a bomb, a plush version of an enemy, anything. It had all
been taken out to leave room for gold....
So, Croco prepared a charge, but was cut off by a loud holler as the
remaining Mouser charged forward, pounding a Chibibo with one of his
feet. Right after that, the remainder of the Crooks dispersed into battle,
save for Croco himself, Dodo, who seemed hesitant to do harm to such
meek creatures, Snifit, who was trying to get out of the fighting instead
of into it, and the Sackit Bros., lazily watching from the side of a
building.
Croco nodded at Dodo and demanded that he at least carry some of the
Chibibos toward the river, then ordered Snifit to attack. Snifit moaned
and turned, launching the customary bullets from his snout. Croco then
stomped toward the lounging brothers, intent on doing bodily harm to
them if they decided to ignore him yet again. He never made it, due
to a large group of Chibibos leaping onto his back and chomping into
his tail.
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Meanwhile
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Loot watched the helpless 'shrooms attacking the others, specifically
Croco, then looked over at his brothers. He thought he saw one of the
Chibibos grow and become more human-like, then proceed to pick up Shy
Guy and throw him into Tweeter. He blinked, and all that was there was
the raging battle.
"Loot not feel good?" Pilf asked from his side.
"Not feel well," Glepe corrected harshly. Loot blinked again.
All of the sudden, he felt as if he should pick up Glepe and throw him
into the battle, taking down some of the Bandits in the process.
"I... I am feeling a bit woozy..."
"Loot want pillow? Take nap?" Pilf said, the gentle giant
rummaging through his bag for a soft device that could double as a pillow.
Loot then saw himself grab Pilf and toss him at the Bandits as well.
He shook his head quickly.
"I'm fine. But..." Loot was cut short. One of the Sackits
had thrown a knife, which soared out crazily and slammed into a potted
plant on a ledge above. The plant tumbled down and smacked Loot hard
on the head. The last thing he saw before blackness, was Pilf trying
to help him up. And then, the blackness rushed over him. But it wasn't
filled with nothing like he had expected. It came with thoughts, ideas,
memories, morals, friends... everything. It washed over him, threatening
to drown him. Loot paddled up, gasping desperately, but the flood dragged
him in, like a ship with a leak. His skin suddenly felt grimy, cold.
He scratched at it, peeling bits away until the pain was gone. And in
that moment, Loot was gone, and Toad stepped back in.
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Meanwhile
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Mario glanced quickly around the room, looking desperately for a way
out. There was a window, but Mario noticed also that they were at least
three stories up. Not the comfortable landing he would have wanted.
"How long have we been in here?" Luigi moaned to his side.
"A few hours, at least," Mario replied grumpily.
"Hmm..."
Something crashed into the window. Not from inside, but from the outside.
Mario ran over and pulled the glass up, then peered down. "Pah...
Parakarry!"
"Who... who put that window there?" the MailKoopa groaned.
"Nevermind that!" Mario yelled. "We need your help!"
"Hmm?" Parakarry mumbled as he fluttered back up to the
window. "How?"
"Do you think you could Air Lift me and Luigi down to the ground?"
"Sorry Mario, but I'm on duty. If I don't get all these letters
mailed, I lose my job. And you above anyone should know that I need
A LOT of time to finish my runs."
"But this is important to the survival of the...."
"Rules are rules..."
"But..."
"Look, Mario. I love you like an uncle, but I've got work to
do. Now, if you'll just take these packages, I'll be on my way."
Parakarry rummaged into his bag and pulled out two small brown boxes."
"Alright alright..." Mario grumbled, taking the items from
the other.
"Heh, another letter duly delivered, a postman's job is never
done. See you guys!"
Parakarry fluttered away as Mario set the packages down.
"What's that?" Luigi asked, coming closer for inspection.
"I don't remember. Must be something...." the older brother
pulled one of the boxes open, and grinned. "Whadda ya know. It's
those backpacks I ordered. That was fast."
Luigi's eyes lit up. "Backpacks?"
"Yeah."
The green-capped plumber opened his box and took the likewise green
pack from it, then grabbed a few pillows off the bed and shoved them
inside. "Do you think this would be enough to break that fall?"
Mario shook his head. "It's three stories down, Weege."
"Oh..." Luigi in turn ripped one of the pillows open and
dumped the feathers out onto the bed. After shushing Mario's complaints,
he answered, "There might be some Cape Feathers in here..."
Mario rolled his eyes and groaned.
~Meanwhile~
"Smithy, I do not..."
"YOU SHALL REFER TO ME AS MASTER SMITH!!!!! IF I HEAR THAT NAME
AGAIN, SO HELP ME...."
Boomer II sighed. "I have no reason to refer to you as master."
"EXCEPT THAT I AM YOUR MASTER!"
Boomer scowled and glared at the slightly shorter figure of Smithy.
"You may give me my orders, but no one can control the heart of
a soldier."
"OH PLEASE. I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR LITTLE MORALITY PLAYS..."
"Funny you should say that, since I called for your prescence
on that matter.
"Now, I do not feel it's right to demand that castle away in such
a harsh manner. The head-pionpi will surrender it, so long as you give
him the chance."
"HA. THAT'S DOUBTFUL."
"Allow me to continue speaking to him then, I implore you. I
can convince him to surrender."
"SIGH.... IF I MUST. BUT DO NOT FAIL ME. NOW, LEAVE ME, FOR I
NEED TO CHECK UP THE ENGINEER'S PROGRESS."
"Thank you, sir."
"WHATEVER."
Smithy trudged back towards his office. Boomer looked after him, then
sighed. It was obvious that Smithy was trying to corrupt his morality.
It had been the death of his predecessor, after all. Still, he couldn't.
It was discomforting to know he was nothing more than a knock-me-off.
Boomer had left a grand impression, and people were expecting the same
from him. Well, the best way to start would be to get that castle...
his own way...
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Meanwhile
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"Man," Beezo moped as the group of crooks loped back to
Chai. "I don't think the Shy Squad is living up to its full potential..."
"Yeah," Shy Guy sighed, nostalgia stealing his thoughts.
"Remember the olden days..."
"But..." Tweeter stuttered. "I think it's great."
"Eh, you're still a newbie."
"Nuh uh! Bandit is."
The red-cloaked Bandit snorted, uncontent to be referred to or spoken
of by his new... partners...
"Too bad we don't have some magic spears," Beezo interrupted.
"Then we could jab them into Tubby here..." The flying Shy
jabbed his own javelin toward Snifit for emphasis. "... and turn
him into... Snifitaantua!... or something like that."
"Stop that!" Snifit yelled, slapping Beezo's weapon away.
"That's not even funny!"
"Maybe not to you..."
"That's enough Beezo," Shy Guy cut in. "You know how
much of a baby Snifit can be, after all..."
"Hey!"
"What? Magic Spears?" Tweeter asked, intrigued.
"Uhh... before your time," Beezo covered. "But those
were the good ol' days...."
"Oh..."
"You know what we need," Shy Guy moped. "A new partner."
"You're nuts!" Beezo interrupted. "We already have
five..."
"Four, if you don't count that lazy excuse for a thief,"
Snifit said, gesturing toward the still defiant Bandit.
"Uhh," Tweeter mumbled. "The more the merrier?"
"Did yooou ask fooor a paaartner?" a voice moaned from nowhere
in particular.
"Great. Thanks a lot Shy Guy. Now we've got some flunkie who
wants to join us..."
"One with a bad grammatical approach, at that."
"The possibilities of wishful thinking..."
"Well excuse me!"
"Alright," Beezo sighed. "Come out, come out, wherever
you are!"
"I thiiink nooot."
"Okay. Pssst, let's get while the gettin's good!"
Beezo fluttered after the Crooks quickly, Snifit and Tweeter following
with a slightly peeved Shy Guy. Bandit, however, stayed rooted in his
spot like a frog on a log.
"That boy's gonna be trouble..." Snifit moaned. "You'd
better go fetch him Beezo."
"Why me?"
"Cause you can fly, d-u-m-m-y!"
"So?"
"Flying's faster than walking..."
"Fine fine..." Beezo flitted back over to Bandit and tried
to pick him up, to no avail. In hopes of getting away, he hooked his
javelin to Bandit's cowl and tried pulling. No good either...
So Beezo ended up hovering over Bandit, pondering how to move the stubborn
subordinate. By that time, it was too late. A small blue foot poked
out from behind a large rock. The foot was followed by a glimpse of
a red cloak, then a bright shining light.
The rest of the Shy Squad desperately tried to flag Beezo and warn
him that the... thing... was coming. Beezo merely remained hovering.
"That idiot," Shy Guy muttered.
"You ought to be happy," Snifit pointed out.
"How 'zat?"
"You're the one who wanted a new recruit."
"Heh, that's right."
By now, Beezo had noticed the figure coming around the rock. It was
a bit shorter than Shy Guy, and it's mask wasn't exactly noticeable.
There was a Shy-like face cut into its cloak, and a mask band coming
out from a cut in the side. The cloak itself was red, conveniently,
and the figure carried a tiny lantern, which cast a ghostly shadow over
the holder. It could be nothing other than a Lantern Ghost.
"Hooow do yooou do?" the ghostly figure howled softly.
"Would you cut that out?!" Beezo groaned. "It's rather
annoying."
"Oh, alright. My name is...."
"Lemme guess. Lantern Ghost."
"Oh come on! It takes away all the fun if you guess it..."
"Pah."
"Huh? I'm not your father."
"Grr..."
"Ooh! Tiger's make that noise!"
"Stop that! I'm not playing games here!"
"Oh."
"Now, what do you want?"
"I... I hear you want a new partner."
"Correction. I, in particular, do not."
"Oh. But one of your friends does."
"Sigh... yes."
"Can I, can I, can I?!"
"Can you what?"
"Join your team!"
"Grr..."
"Fine... if you don't want my excellent assistance, then fine."
Beezo sighed. "Let me discuss it with my team. Bandit, snap it
up."
"Make me."
"Fine, sit there. Lantern Ghost?"
"Call me Lantern. Or Ghost. Or LG, even."
"Fine... uhh... LG. Keep Bandit company."
"Can do!"
~Masamune~
Toad scanned his surroundings, it looked to be a recently ruined town.
Several small goomba-like creatures were being rounded up by several
suspicious characters. Most of them were of the Bandit and Sackit persuasion,
but among them was also a purple dino, a large black bird, several mousers,
and a few shy variations. Two sackits approached him. One was digging
through his bag of stolen goods, while the other was looking at Toad
curiously.
"Hey, you ok?" The sackit asked.
"Huh?"
"You hurt head..." The sackit replied, "Ready?"
"For what?"
The sackit frowned and looked at the other sackit in confusion. The
other looked at him for some time, "Tell me your name."
Toad scratched the undamaged side of his head. He did not want to
say his real name, so he opted to make up a new one. "I am Shroom..."
"I see..."
The two sackits glanced at eachother and nodded, in one quick maneuver
they grabbed Toad and detained him. They then dragged him over with
the prisoners. The purple dino happened to watch.
"Pilf, Glepe... what are you MORONS doing!?" The dino demanded.
The one called Glepe glanced about nervously, "The mushroom has
recovered his memory, sir."
"Great!" Croco muttered, "Now where'll I git' a fortieth
member?"
Besided him, Shyguy of the Extremely Popular and Envied Shy Squad
of the cast out order of 8-bit interrupted him, "About that...
we have a new member..."
Croco glared at him, "Good, now go away. Everyone, start hauling
these pris'ners back to Chai! Then we'll git' us some food, I GAR-UN-TEE!"
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Meanwhile
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As the forty crooks winced at his recently aquired catch phrase, Goombario
was busy being the buffet guide to a pair of large, hungry arachnids.
All in all this was not a very good thing, since he could spot no food
at all. Jethro, new to the outdoors and being partially blinded in the
sun, was having trouble with his eyes. Benny did not have such trouble,
but was much more inexperienced and had a way of constantly getting
off track by staring at some peculiar cloud formation.
This could be a good sign.
He needed some sort of plan that could be put into action. But aside
from running, his current state allowed for nothing a bit more clever.
Around the area of this cliff was plenty of vines, several fallen trees
and large crevices in the ground. Apparently this had been a site for
a recent eathquake.
Plenty of rocks obviously littered the summit. Nearby a small stream
ran be and ended with a rather puny waterfall over a cliff. Off to his
right was several bushes, trees and grass. One of the crevices went
straght through the bushes, which covered the hole up. He came up with
an idea, a poorly thought out one, but feasible enough if he was lucky.
Unfortunately, luck was not on his side right now.
"Hey, just around these bushes..." Goombario said, "Is
the path to some food."
"You best be truthful 'bout this, y'hear?" Jethro retorted.
Goombario nodded hesitantly. He continued around the bush, then in
a rapid dash dived to a nearby crevice. By the time the two spiders
followed him around, there was nothing of him to be seen.
"Dangblastit!" Jethro growled, "Git' back o'er here!
Benny!"
"Huh?"
"You stupid kid, whiles you was off daydreaming, you lost our
food!"
"Wha? Well err..." Benny said, "We have them two others!"
"We is gonna FIND that little meatball, and we ain't goin' back
until we do! Check by the waterhole o'er there, I'll climb up this here
tree." Jethro ordered.
As the two wandered off, Goombario climbed up inside the bushes. He
sighed a breath of relief as the vine had held out under his weight.
Up above him were the fallen trees. They seemed to only be supported
by a bunch of rocks, which in turn rested upon the slope, which looked
to be very unsturdy. If the slope was to cave in, the logs would fall
off. He crept over unnoticed to the slope. Soon he found the place the
slope was weakest. A small root was sticking out of the slope, if he
pulled it hard enough the rocks would surely begin to cave in.
"Hey! Over here you hillspidies!" Goombario called out.
Benny and Jethro surely heard him, the two began chargin at him intent
on devouring him as punishment. Once they were close enough, Goombario
bit down on the root and jumped off to the right. The root slowly came
out from under the slope, until it was pulled out completely. One of
the rocks sunk in, resulting in a few crumbling off. A few more tumbled
off, and soon all of them were falling. The two spiders were to awe-struck
to use their rather pathetic brains to move. The logs fell off soon
after, landing on the spiders and crushing them.
Wasting no time, Goombario rushed back towards the caves. He needed
to come up with a plan to get rid of Ethel....
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