The Play

By Larry Koopa

Bowser was staring at some papers. The youngest Koopa, Larry, was old enough now to be in the Koopas annual play. Bowser was looking at scripts for a kooperiffic play. "Aha," he said. "The perfect play: Snow Black and the Seven Koopas!" He ran off eight copies of the script. He rushed into the Koopa Lounge, where everyone was lounging. "I found a play, everyone!" he said.

"Yay!" everyone cheered. They had been waiting patiently for the play all year.

"It’s Snow Black and the Seven Koopas," Bowser beamed.

"Aww..." "everyone" groaned.

"We wanted a quality play," Ludwig protested.

"Well, here’s your play, take it or leave it!" Bowser said stubbornly. "Practice your lines and we’ll do the play on Sunday."

By Sunday everybody had studied their lines and were ready for the play. All the servants and cousins of the family had come. The lights dimmed. Bowser announced, "Thank you for coming. Have a great time."

30 minutes into the play, 75 percent of the audience had fallen asleep. The snoring was distracting Bowser. "Darn it!" he muttered. "Here I am trying to direct a play and all I hear is ZZZZZZZZZZ."

They were at the part where Snow Black bites into the non-poisoned apple and falls unconscious, when the power went off. There was a bang. A scream. Another bang. Another bang. Another bang. Another bang.

Morton woke up with a huge migraine. "Hey I’m not on the stage where I should be which is not good ‘cause I should be acting and saving Snow Black ‘cause she ate something that was not poisoned and she is unconscious so we have to act quick and I don’t know where I am which is bad ‘cause I should be saving Snow Black and here I am back where I started and I am talking too much again so I should stop ‘cause I’ll wake the others up but I want to wake the others up ‘cause we have to save SnowBlack and..."

"WE GET THE POINT!!!" everyone but Bowser said. They were in Mario’s dungeon.

Mario came down. "You were totally unaware of me, weren’t you?" he said.

"Where’s your Italian accent?" Larry asked.

"Eh, I decided to stop pretending I'm Italian," Mario said. He left.

All of a sudden Roy piped up, "Hey author!" he yelled. "How come I’m not doing anything in this story?" He tore down the dungeon props and left.

"Yay, we’re free!" the other Koopalings yelled.

"And you can forget that million dollar contract!" Roy’s voice trailed off in the distance.

Bowser looked up and saw everyone running away. "Hey now, wait a minute," he said to the author, who was about to end the story. "It’s not over 'til the fat lady sings!"

Then a fat lady appeared and started singing.

"That’s more like it!" said Bowser. (Drumbeat)

The End

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