Chapter One: The Aftermath
Kamek was a furious purple. He had not taught little Bowser the tricks of the trade of how to fend off so many Yoshis.
“I didn’t win!” cried Baby Bowser, with a lake of salty, and possibly delicious, tears coming out of his eyes. “How come I dun get no Super Happy Tree or whazever?”
Kamek replied with a low-toned, depressing sigh.
“I went too slowly. I didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much training. I hope you will be prepared for future rebuttals against our attempts to seize control of the-“
“Our? Whadda! I’m not a baby… Well, I am. But I’m a genius. You no get on my nerves!”
“Listen! Your next lesson will include the use of more power and the addition of more agility, although you are fast already.
In a sudden moment, King Morton came to gather his son and Kamek.
“You must progress promptly, and we must not implement any more of our complex plans for empire supremacy for a while. Bowser, you have to listen to your teacher. Kamek, you must learn to create a steady pace that assures that we can scheme more plans for our dominations.”
Kamek carefully followed the instructions of the wise king. You see, the Koopa Troop believes that the Mushroom Kingdom is an evil empire that is trying to destroy all Koopas. Somehow, this was passed on to many generations despite the fact that it is a lie. It is now partially true, though, because the Mushroom Kingdom has to defend themselves. It’s an all-out war.
Baby Bowser picked up his petite feet and dashed to his bedroom. Kamek, however, stayed up a few more hours, studying and revising his lesson plans. Morton and Sarah, the loving parents, took up a conversation in their bedroom.
“Do you think Bowser will grow up to raise a strong and powerful empire?” asked Sarah with tender questioning and a concerned look in her eyes. She cared a lot about her son.
“Only if Kamek teaches him the ways of the Troop,” replied Morton with sternness. “Not only does Bowser need to acquire the knowledge to control large numbers of troops, but he needs our love more than ever. When he conceives children, I want him to love them like we do, rather than treating them like objects. I know that he will be a good father if we just set a standard and treat him well when he makes mistakes. If no one made mistakes, there’d be only a small number of great things.”
“I believe you to be right. Kamek is trying his hardest, and he is learning from his utterly horrible mistakes. Bowser will eventually rise if Kamek can carry his plans further. We’ll have to see what the future holds. Hopefully, TMK will come to good terms with us.”
With that, the wise ones set their sharp fingers on the switches, and pulled them down. As soon as that was finished, they wrapped themselves in the silky warmness, closed their eyes, and traveled to the land of dreams.
The next morning, after Kamek had finished teaching Bowser’s lessons, everyone went to the downstairs kitchen to savor the undoubtedly wonderful pancakes cooked to perfection by none other than Mother Sarah. As they were eating, King Morton wanted to make sure Bowser was receiving the information and listening to his hard-working teacher.
“What did you learn today, Bowser?” asked Morton with a cheery grin on his face. His hopes were up.
“How to mix speed and agility in with dodging offensive attacks set by enemies. I also learned that breathing fire can hurt opponents drastically,” answered Baby Bowser. “Kamek may be kind of creepy, but he sure teaches a lot of things. He so knowledged.”
“He’s so knowledgeable,” corrected Kamek. “That is the words and grammar in correct format.”
“Whatever,” said Bowser. “What did you guys talk about last night while I was sleeping? I hadda ask ‘cause I got no ideas.”
Sarah replied with an honest remark. “How much we love you.”
“Cool.” Bowser smirked sarcastically. “Gimme more pan-a-cakes!”
“I will teach him manners!” Kamek shouted with mad expressions.
“Go outside and play, little Bowser,” said Sarah with sudden glee.
Bowser hopped his way out to the door and made his way to Koopa Playground, a place where other young Koopas gathered. A beautiful female, toddler Koopa was humming a tune while swinging. Attracted by her politeness, Bowser ran to the swing and surveyed her.
“Heddo. What is your name?” asked Bowser with certain eagerness.
“Clawdia,” replied the timid youngster. “What is yours?”
“Bowser. I will be da king some day. Morton is my daddy.”
“Dat is so awes-dummed. I see yer castle everyday, so I come visit you todayed. I kinda shy, I dun have no friends. You were da first to come up to me. Tank you very much.”
At a young age, toddlers are very much
confused by the world. Clawdia was doing something she would never do when
she said she’d come to Bowser’s castle. However, she was excited to have
her first friend, so she was going to visit.
Chapter Two: Clawdia’s Visit
Morton and Sarah were busy with their kingdom's affairs, and Bowser’s evening lessons were almost finished. Kamek was surprisingly improving with his teachings. Just then, without warning, a quiet knock was transferred to Kamek’s ear. Grumbling, he sluggishly limped to the door. Opening the door, he saw an innocent and mellow little female tot.
“Who do you think you are?” asked Kamek.
“Uh… Claw…di…a,” answered Clawdia with quite the nervous stutter.
“What in the world do ya need? I may be the only teacher in the Koopa Kingdom, but you don’t need to barge in! Inform me on the phone or something. For God sakes!”
“Bowser, pwease.”
“Don’t Bowser pwease me! I’m teaching him his evening classes.”
“Can… C-c-can I c-c-c-come in, pwease?”
“My name isn’t Pwease!”
“Um… W-w-what is it?”
“Kamek. Sit down, ‘pwease’. Will you be quiet, ‘pwease'? Bowser is learning his lessons, ‘pwease'. ‘Pwease’! Now, come in!”
After the lecture, poor little Clawdia glared at the chair, and tiptoed to it. She bent her stubby little legs, and sat her tiny tush on the chair. Eight minutes later, cheery little Bowser greeted the shy one.
“What in this world is up?” asked Bowser with an eccentric eyebrow raised. “I knew ya would make it!”
“Heddo, Bowser,” replied Clawdia. “Is Kamek your daddy?”
“No, he’s my teacher, and the only teacher in the Koopa Kingdom as of now. My parents are working on taxes and da troops and all dat good stuff. Dey has no time to teach me.”
“Could I get lessons with Kamek? I need to take a cooking class, my mommy and daddy says, udderwise I never be able to eat when my parents are out at work and my babysitta dat know no how to cook takes care of me.”
Kamek heard this and rushed to the kitchen table. “Oh, why not? I can get you cooking classes at noon. What do ya say?”
“K-k-k-kay,” responded Clawdia. “I’ll tee, I’ll tee.”
“Who is your father?”
“I dun know his name, but he is a vice Koopa Troop general.”
Kamek was shocked. He knew what was going to happen in the far future because of the law. You see, if the vice Koopa Troop general has a daughter, the prince, for an odd reason, must marry the daughter without choice. He was afraid for little Bowser and Clawdia, because he wasn’t sure what would happen to their companionship if they had to marry.
“Perhaps I must do something so that I am ruler,” he thought worriedly to himself. “I don’t know what I shall do, but I have to do it for the sake of their friendship.”
Ever since then, Kamek acted uncanny and possessive. Later, fresh Mushrooms and Goomba sauce were set upon the table. The aroma pleased the family as well as youthful little Clawdia. Another conversation was set, with Morton and Sarah a tad curious about what Clawdia would say if Kamek ever told her and Bowser their dreaded future.
“Well, Clawdia, do you like your food?” Sarah asked.
Clawdia just kept on stuffing her fork up her throat.
“She’s pretty shy,” Kamek told the couple. “Excuse her actions. She isn’t intentionally trying to be impolite.”
“So Clawdia is going to learn how to cook? Splendid. Are you okay with this, Morton, dear?”
“I guess,” answered Morton with a reluctant sigh. “I hope you don’t bring a busload of children into a bunch of classes. Your main focus must be Bowser, Kamek. Clawdia’s education may be significant, but Bowser’s education is required, even by law. If you are ever delayed in his lessons, you must be totally teaching Bowser, and skipping Clawdia’s lessons if necessary.”
“Do you have any assignments, Bowser?” asked Sarah, rushing since she was running behind on her paperwork and government affairs.
“Nope. Nadda,” proclaimed Bowser with a certain relatively large amount of Mushrooms and Goomba sauce swishing along with his sticky saliva and teeth. It was almost Bowser’s bedtime, and Clawdia had to get home.
As soon as Morton cleared his plate, he gathered Clawdia, stuffed her in the Ferrari, slammed the key, sat down, quickly pushed his oversized feet on the pedal, and broke the speed law. When Clawdia returned home, she ran across the blacktop and went inside. Soon after, Morton had to get home as conveniently as possible since he had a lot of work to be done. When he got home, he rushed through the hallways and went to the Troop Boardroom. Without further adue, Bowser got some shuteye, and Clawdia typed away on her central processing unit.
Many days passed, and everything was
caught up again. However, another mysterious guest pounded the door…
Chapter Three: An Unexpected Appearance
Kamek angrily swung open the dirty door.
“Oh, hello Wart. What are you doing home from summer camp so early? What happened?”
“Dey all wanted milk,” replied Wart with a droopy look. “I dun bring no milk, so they say get out. So I did.”
“That doesn’t make sense. Why did your parents even send you there without milk? For one thing, why did they even send you? And why in the world did you need to bring milk for everyone? People these days… firing teachers just because they touch students’ shoulders.”
“It’s 8:00 AM. Where did Mommy and Daddy go?”
“They went to work early, so that they wouldn’t fall behind again.”
“Oh… interesting. Where’s Bowser? He should be done with his morning lessons for the day.”
“Bowser went to his new friend’s house. Her name is Clawdia. I’m teaching her classes. Funny thing is that I think I hate her, yet I felt eager to teach her and I excused her shyness.”
“Is odd. Did’cha gets any more video games?”
“Yes, Wart, Nana the Dinosaur and The Adventures of Steward the Hungry Mouse. The games are okay.”
“Can I play them?”
“No... no… They’re for domination plotting only!”
Wart looked at him with a puzzled squint. “What?”
“Hey, hey. I meant… um… I’ll play them for you!”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, fine. You can play them, little TWERP!”
“You acting stwange. I recommend that you go see a doctor guy.”
“Will you SHUT YOUR MOUTH?!”
Wart trembled, with immense goosebumps running along his green skin. As quick as a skillet in a burning rodeo, the little Koopa rushed to the television, picked up the shiny controller, turned the games on, blasted the volume to its maximum, and prepared for a blistered thumb. Kamek, however, decided to sip on a new drink from the Romus Coke Company.
Within a few hours, Clawdia and Bowser came to the door. When Kamek answered, he dragged the kind little girl to the classroom, and Bowser started munching on his Paragoomba-Wing sandwich, along with gulping down his Shy Guy Delight juice. Meanwhile in Kamek’s classroom…
“A simple powder will release a thick substance, which you must use to cook a scrumptious pile of pancakes,” proclaimed Kamek, chest puffed.
“How would you c-c-create syrup?” asked shivering little Clawdia.
“DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN? Buy it from the store! Convenient to the extreme little girl! Common sense makes life all worthwhile.”
“No, love is the best gift this world brings to us. From what I have learneded, this big guy who created everything gave us it. Course, that’s debateable, but I believe it.”
“I believe in that dude too, but we must get back to work. To make pancakes you…”
Kamek lectured for another half-hour, and then his class came to a conclusion. Clawdia trotted briskly home. Wart had been playing his newly discovered games for a couple of hours. Not only was his brain tiring, but his hands were code red. Why he didn’t stop playing, however, is a complete mystery. Most beings will get sick of playing video games after 11 hours, but not Wart. All he concentrated on was getting things complete in his video games. Yes, gamers won’t stop until a task is complete, but Wart’s daily life was sadly spent all on video games. Tragically, Wart almost never did anything outside, and it was clear that he only talked when needed.
Although Wart was more than just hardcore with video games, Bowser looked up to his older sibling to talk about the hard experiences of life, which Wart only did at meals. After a week or so after Wart’s return, Morton began having second thoughts on who should inherit the throne. In the first place, Morton clearly would have picked the older sibling to be the heir if it wasn’t for Wart’s habit being to the extent to where it took things away from life.
Day after day, Morton exchanged his thoughts with his busy wife. One day, at bedtime, Morton had finally made up his mind.
“Wart MUST inherit the throne,” announced the glum king. “Even though Wart’s lifestyle is rather consuming, it is only fair that he gets a chance at the throne when I resign or die. Bowser will be heartbroken, I do know, but maybe Wart’s obsession, which I must say wouldn’t be bad if Wart didn’t replace family time, is because of depressed feelings.”
“So Kamek did all this work for nothing?” stated Sarah with utter common sense. “You can’t just throw away effort. We can’t expect Kamek to start his lessons all over for another individual.”
“We’re going to have to do it. It’s for the good of morality. And it clears up one problem. Bowser won’t have to marry a close friend that he may not have girlfriend/boyfriend feelings for. On the other hand, Bowser might not feel comfortable with his brother marrying his best friend. It’s a risk we must take.”
“I don’t think your idea is good, but a queen of the Koopa Kingdom only can have secondary power, which I believe to be unfair. Sadly, I have to let you do this. Too bad you aren’t willing to change the law; otherwise we’ll have to compromise.”
“Wait a minute, Sarah…”
“You’re going to change that law?”
“No. I’m going to change a different law! If it doesn’t make sense to make a daughter of the Vice General become queen, then it shan’t be! I’m gonna change the law!”