Chapter Four: Confusion in the Law
With consistent pace, Morton and Kamek skimmed through the stacks of uncolorful, plain government files that stayed within the keepsake of the Marriage Laws Room. Hours passed, and they finally found the document they had longingly searched for. Next, all they had to do was get the Council together.
The Council quickly gathered, amending, passing bills, and executing the process of how the particular kingdom preferred to work things out. Soon, the law was happily changed and, because they had the opportunity, the Council archived the info in the central processing unit and all its associated systems.
“Well done,” proclaimed Sarah with a confident gesture to the Council. “Your choice has drastically changed the events of the future. I take pride in saying that Wart can make his own choice on who he wants to wed, and that it doesn’t have to horribly forced upon his will.”
“All we have to do,” rambled a worthy Koopa Troopa employee, “is-”
“I don’t want to hear your suggestion! We’ve made the law and it’s finished! I don’t want to hear any of your suggestions, for that matter! I don’t want to be offensive, but your suggestions don’t mean anything if what’s done is done!”
“I know, but-“
“No buts. Now get back to work, my fine fellow! You have a kingdom to help control!”
Sarah typically wasn’t this ignorant. Really, the employee did have something critical to say, and it could really help protect the kingdom. There was no way on Plit that Sarah was ready for the future. That employee’s bit of information could adjust the future in a way.
The next day, Sarah went to work after breakfast hoping her employee had kept his mouth shut. However, all was not well when she arrived. Not only was the employee missing, but everyone in that particular office was lazily napping on their dangling chairs. It seemed as if no one cared anymore. In reality, they cravingly desired that suggestion, but Sarah wouldn’t let them have it.
“Wake up, you lazy morons!” she yelped with a tremendously high-pitched shriek. “You have work to do!” No muscle moved an inch. Bubbles were protruding in the air, seemingly coming from the employees’ mouths.
“Why do they care about what one person has to say?” she thought to herself. “Just because I said not to suggest anything they fall to sleep! It’s just one person’s opinion! Do they have to care?”
Wondering about everyone’s mysterious ways, she decided that the only thing she could do was call that employee and take that one, small suggestion into consideration. Quietly, as to let her employees sleep, she squeezed the phone with a gentle caress and called up her outlandishly missing employee.
“Is Quinton Chartrand there?” she whispered.
“This is Mr. Chartrand,” answered a voice. “I’m not coming to work anymore! I certainly quit!”
“Do I care if you don’t arrive anymore? I just want your suggestion to come out because my languid employees won’t open an eye until it is given!”
“Sorry, Mrs. Koopa! I’m not giving it! You didn’t want it anyway. You declined. You neglected me. Nothing can be done. It’s your problem now.”
“Why in this sorry world would everyone suddenly want one person’s miniscule suggestion?”
“I am the leader of the pack. The only reason I’m not in a high position is because your stupid system management tells dirty lies. They say we are all useless down in the computer storage room. Let me tell you, woman, your life is going to be a misery without my suggestion.”
“Come back. I swear I will-”
“Shut your head!”
“I can’t possibly shut my head… that’s imposs-”
“Be quiet! The only reason you want me back is because you can’t handle your stupid employees! They want it; you didn’t so… your life is over! Ta-ta! Have a miserable rest of your life!” Not a pindrop was heard from the nearest centimeter.
Sarah was dripping with salty, oozy, scorching sweat and was as nervous as a butterfly with an upset stomach about to read off every verse of the Book of Revelations from memory.
Many mornings later, she wanted to take a glance at the cyberbooks to see if her employees had kept up to date on their work. However, something was horribly wrong. With a quick swipe, she turned on her two-way radio and yelled through it to Morton. “Honey, come here!”
He appeared in the blink of an eye, like a melting ice cube on a hot summer’s day. “What is the problem, honey?”
“It says that when a king and queen resign or retire, the oldest daughter of the Vice General must marry the chosen kingdom heir.”
“I thought we changed that!”
“I know. We did. We did change that. I checked it over several times through. You know how careful I like to be.”
“Well maybe it has something to do with that suggestion…”
“That retard! He probably did something!”
Chapter Five: Mr. Chartrand's Sad Day
Well, before we get any further, let us learn a little about the wonderful Chartrand family. First of all, there was the lovable Mr. Chartrand. Certainly, he had a rather high intelligence quotient and was one of the hardest working people the world has ever seen. He acquired the knowledge to stand up for what is right most of the time, and he typically was quite considerate of all other worldly inhabitants. His urge to stand on the side of morality only pushed his rebellion. Quinton loved his wife and child very much.
Lola, Quinton's wife, was also a caring individual. She absolutely adored the many things she could do with literature. In fact, she was a school teacher at the elementary. She loved to read, study, and point out the many things she herself found in literature. Often, she would find some sort of moral concept in the books she read and the articles she carefully analyzed. In her classes, she would let the children do fun things with literature and language arts. They could do comics, posters, discuss, participate in fun-filled activities, and much more in order to understand and get a lot out of what they read and wrote.
Finally, there was the child of the two. His name was Martin. Martin had his life set. He had many game systems, lots of books, and a large group of friends. He also was a straight-A student, a great wrestler, a wondrous public speaker, a talented writer, an amazing artist, and much more. His actions were kind and considerate. He never said anything mean to his classmates, he wasn't boisterous like many of his friends, he only worked when in Study Hall, he paid attention in his classes, and he put tons of thought into his schoolwork. Did this kid have a weakness? Why of course! Everyone has a weakness. He was TOO much of a perfectionist. If something wasn't his way, he didn't like it. He took too many hours working on school projects, and he took too much time on tests just to get them detailed. He couldn't control his pace, and therefore, he was more organized in academics than what should have been his daily routines. He lost a lot of things, but, fortunately, he usually found a way out of his jams.
However, something terrible was about to happen to this terribly cheerful family, something that may have struck them hard. And it wasn't good at all. It would mainly affect Quinton, but the hard times would spread throughout.
It was a beautiful, cheery day in the life of the Chartrands. Even though Mr. Chartrand had quit, he was still as optimistic as optimistic could get. And then suddenly, the phone hissed with a tremendous cackle. Quinton quickly picked the phone up.
"Chartrand residence. Quinton speaking."
"This is Morton, your former boss' husband."
"Yeah and how may I help you?"
"You cheery idiot. You yell at my wife and now suddenly, you're in the greatest mood that anyone has ever seen. What is the meaning of this?"
"Before, I was furious. But life goes on. I'm as happy as happy can be."
"Shut up, you awkward moron. WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE LAW THAT I CHANGED?"
"What law? I don't have the faintest clue about what you mean."
"What do you mean you don't have the faintest idea? We changed the law so that poor Bowser didn't have to marry Clawdia."
"I didn't touch a thing. Sorry, I haven't the faintest idea why I am a suspect. Tell me more."
"Tell you more? You are a suspect because you quit duty right when the law was mysteriously changed back. I want answers!"
"Oh? I'm a suspect? Okay."
"Off to jail with you. I know it was you. I don't need proof."
"But Morton, kind sir, you will need-"
"I SAID WHAT I SAID. THEY'RE COMING RIGHT NOW."
"Who?"
Suddenly, an undoubtedly noisy crash was heard from the door. Without warning, ninja troopas detained Quinton. With immense harshness, they, without any sluggish movement, grasped Quinton's fisty hands until they were as red as a chicken getting mobbed by a cow on a hot summer's morning. Mercilessly, they spat and exerted great forces upon his poor face. Continuously, Quinton was abused and abused. Soon, there were sea blue bruises all over the depths of his very body, and bottomless dents on his forehead. The poor guy didn't even get a chance to say anything.
"Now how do you feel, you ungrateful nincomkoop?" asked a stern and selfish officer. "Makes ya wish ya never hacked into the system, eh?"
"I swear to the Father Almighty, I did not hack into the system. Please believe me sir, please. I beg of you. I beg of-"
"We don't wanna hear another sass-mouthed peep from your flyhole!"
"Sir, I do not eat flies-"
"SHUT YOUR HEAD! Do you think we care how you feel? I don't want to see your stupid face again. Who exactly do you think you are? Why do you do such wretched things? You don't deserve to live. You deserve to die like the rest of those convicted jerks. Your life doesn't matter. You're useless. You're worthless. You're a godless moron who deserves to reside in the Left Door. Can anyone like you criminals live such a dang moronic life? Do you have a use? Do you have a use? DO YOU HAVE A USE?"
"Sir, I'm not guilty. And even if I was, I would not be worthless. Not all criminals are bad. Some don't decide what the right action is, and make a mistake. Sometimes, criminals are guilty but guilty of something that should not be a crime. I didn't change the law. Honest. Honest. If I did, I would tell the truth. I haven't told too many lies in my adulthood."
"We know you did it. We know you did."
"First of all, I want proof. I want justice. I WANT PROOF. You better give me proof and I'll give you truth. Good exchange, eh?"
The cops continued to stare.
This doesn't seem too much related to the story so far, but you see, it is critical. Before we get too far, let's get back to the lives of the Koopas.
Morton was still as fuming as ever. Sarah was frustrated and confused. Bowser and little Clawdia had no idea as to what was going on. Wart, in his joyful youth, was still blasting his fingers away at countless hours of video gaming. Kamek was just lying back, watching all the events proceeding one after another. Did the feeling in the castle seem very uncanny and mixed? Why, of course. Hours later, Mr. Chartrand arrived. Basically, he was grasped together harshly on all ends of the body by the ninja Koopas. Morton took a deep breath, and squinted his glaring eyes in anger. He looked directly at Quinton, giving him a seething fist.
"Harass my family and the kingdom? What a sick-minded fool you are! You just want to mess things up, don't you? Well, you're not gonna mess with me."
"Your Majesty, I beg of you to believe this: I most certainly did not hack into your system. You seem like a perfectly nice family, it's just that I couldn't stand what your wife was doing. It's not like I hate her or anything. In fact, I respect her a lot. It's just that I don't want to put up with my suggestions not being heard. Sorry about being so unforgiving of Sarah on the phone. I never realized how stupid that was. I was going to inform her that someone out there knows the codes to your central processing unit and all its associated databases. They've never actually changed a law before, but it was likely in this event. According to ancient rituals of the Koopas, the eldest daughter of the Vice General MUST marry the chosen heir to the kingdom. It's not just the law, it's part of the ancient Koopa belief system. I believe it to be very stupid, but someone was going to change the law back one way or another... as soon as they found out your file access codes."
"So you're saying some random stranger obsessively attached to the ancient belief systems might have hacked into the system?"
"Well that a good way to summarize it, yes. If you want to change the law and figure out who could have done such a thing, you're going to have to do something. I don't know what, but hopefully you can figure it out."
"I guess we're going to have to send our ninja Koopas out, but it's going to have to be a silent observation. It must be kept a secret."
"I guess that's the only thing you can do."
"Wait ,Mr. Chartrand!" yelled Sarah. "I forgive you for your actions and I realize that my attitude was not up to par. And please forgive me for sending those ninja Koopas out. I'll be sure to send money for your medical bill."
"I forgive you, too," replied Quinton with a chuckle. "Thank you for your generous offer. I appreciate it."
"Let's get to work, Sarah," said a stern Morton.
Coming Soon: Chapter Six: From the Mouth of Kamek
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