“I wonder what my siblings are doing?” Morton asked himself. He muttered some long speech to himself as he walked over to Roy.
“Hello Roy, my brother! It’s me Morton, your sibling, brother-”
“Shut it,” said Roy as he kicked Morton.
Morton went to Larry’s room and walked in. “Hi Larry, my brother! What are you doing? Can I have any wedding cake?”
“I’m working on secret spy gear. And it won’t be secret if you’re here.” He glared at Morton, and the Koopaling went away.
“I’m sure Ludwig will want to hang out, but not actually hang because that would hurt and…”
He walked over to Ludwig’s lab and saw the eldest Koopaling working on some elaborate machine. “Hey Ludwig what's-”
“QUIET! I need near silence, or my machine will explode!” Ludwig whispered.
“Sorry!” Morton yelled.
The machine exploded, and Ludwig picked Morton up. “$#^%$!” he swore as he tossed Morton into the hall.
“Why doesn’t anyone like me?” Morton asked himself as he went over to Lemmy’s room. “Hey Lemmy will you hang out with me?”
“No. I’m playing a fun game, and if you join in, it just won’t be very fun anymore.”
“Oh… Okay.” Morton sighed. He shuffled out to Wendy’s room.
“EEEEEW! Don’t make me look at you! I’m trying to become pretty, but your ugly vibes are ruining my chances!”
“…” Morton went over to Iggy, and saw him playing a video game.
“Is that game two-player so I can join in and have fun with you, my brother?”
“Uh… It’s one-player, said Iggy as he spit out a wad of gum and shoved it into the second controller port.
“Maybe King Dad will do something with me.”
Bowser walked down the hall just as Morton said that.
“King Dad! I need something to do! Can I see that box you’re holding?” Morton asked, all gloom on his face disappearing.
“Morton. It’s a Lethal Bob-omb that somehow got in my castle,” said Bowser.
“Can I see?” asked Morton.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Morton grabbed the box and opened it. The angry Lethal Bob-omb blew up in Bowser’s face, which became contorted with rage.
“Morton!” he roared. The other Koopalings walked over, each looking angrily at Morton.
“WHY DID YOU OPEN THAT CASE?” screamed Bowser.
“You made me stick gum on my system!” Iggy yelled.
“You messed up my make-up with your BUTT UGLY face!” Wendy shrieked.
“I’m not mad!” Lemmy said.
“Need I say it?” asked a charred Ludwig.
“You tried to see my secret spy stuff!” Larry angrily said.
“You distracted me from my training!” Roy said.
“Why can’t you be any good?”
“Susan is better than you!”
“Why don’t you go away, freak?” all the Koopalings began yelling.
Morton began sobbing, and he ran to his room. He jumped onto his bed and cried. The door opened and Susan walked in.
“Hey Morton! What's wrong?” she asked.
“Nobody *sob* likes me!” he blubbered.
“But I like you, Morton,” Susan said.
“*sniffle* Except you.”
They faintly heard the doorbell ring. “… I’ll get it,” He muttered.
He opened the door, and to his surprise he saw a Koopa who looked similar to himself standing there. This Koopa was wearing a tux, and had hair that was greasy with too much conditioner.
“Hello. You must be Morton. My name is Martin Koopa Jr, and I have come to join the Koopa family. Of course, I got you all gifts.”
He gave Morton a box with something loosely rattling inside.
“It’s a very high-quality pen,” said Martin.
By this time the other Koopalings had gathered at the door. “Who’s this clown?” Roy asked impatiently.
“I am Martin Koopa Jr. Pleased to make your acquaintance. And you must be Roy, the toughest Koopaling.” Martin handed Roy a tall box, and explained the contents. “It’s a punching bag shaped like Iggy. It’s made from the toughest fabric on Plit.
“And you are Larry, correct? Being the sneakiest Koopa ever, I got you these X-ray goggles.” He handed Larry a box, which the youngest Koopaling greedily tore open.
“Ludwig, you are the smartest Koopaling, so I brought you fine machinery.” A Koopa Troopa ran in and dumped a pile of machines next to Ludwig.
“Lemmy, I know that you love having fun, so I got you this thick rubber ball. It’s made of bulletproof rubber, and Koopas like Roy can’t pop it.” He bounced a green rubber ball over to Lemmy, who happily hopped on.
“Wendy, being the prettiest Koopaling, I got you a very expensive makeup kit.” Wendy grabbed it from Martin and began powdering her face.
“Iggy, I got you a Wii, because your other system was completely outdated.”
“EEEK!” Iggy happily shrieked.
Bowser stomped over to the seemingly perfect Koopaling and carefully looked him over.
“Who’re you?” he finally grunted.
“I am Martin Koopa Jr. And you must be the great and mighty Lord Bowser. I brought you this form about me.” He handed Bowser a scroll, and the Koopa King looked it over.
“Oh. So you’re gonna be living with us?”
“Of course,” Martin said. The other Koopalings, save for Morton, cheered.
“This wannabe Koopaling just shows up and we’re just going to let him stay here for no good reason just because he gave us gifts doesn’t mean he’s any good, I bet that he’s actually some evil-doer who's bent on destroying us and-”
“Put a sock in it!” yelled Roy as he kicked Morton over.
“Uh, Martin. You’ll have Morton’s room since we’re all angry with him,” Bowser said.
“B-b-but where am I, Morton Koopa Jr. the greatest Koopaling ever, supposed to sleep?!”
“In the basement.
G’night,” said Bowser a he walked away. Martin ran after, but Morton swore
that the new Koopaling shot him a smug and evil look.
“I don’t like it down here it’s cold dark and damp and I think that a spider just bit my leg and that jerk Martin stole my place and everyone thinks he's better then me but he’s not because-”
“MORTON!” Bowser yelled from upstairs, “SHUT UP!”
“Well… I guess that I need to find something to do. Since I can’t write any speeches I’ll just go see what my siblings are doing.”
Morton wandered off, and peeked into Roy’s room, where he saw Martin and Roy punching the Iggy-Bag. “Great workout, eh Roy?” Martin asked.
“Are you kidding? This is weak.” With that, Roy punched the dummy (no, not Morton) into the wall.
Morton ran away from Roy’s room, for his own safety.
“Well, I’ll go see Larry, again.” Morton scurried over and entered Larry’s greenhouse. “What the…?”
And there, helping Larry adjust some binoculars, was Martin.
“Hey! I just saw you with Roy and how did you get here so fast and I thought that was a secret project how come you can help and I can’t?!”
“Uh, I was never with Roy, I came in a couple minutes ago, yes this project was secret, and I can help because I got him these,” Martin answered.
“Yeah, so go away, Moron,” Larry sneered.
“You forgot the ‘T’ in my name,” Morton corrected.
“No I didn’t!” Larry laughed as he (literally) kicked Morton out.
“Phooey! Now I’m going insane, at least Martin’s gone for now.” Morton ran off to Ludwig’s room, where he saw the eldest Koopaling tinkering with another device.
“Pass me a socket wrench,” Ludwig said, and Martin stepped out of the shadows to give it to him.
“WHAAAT?” Morton screamed. He ran off to Lemmy’s, sure he would beat Martin, but he stopped in the doorway to see Martin tossing a ball around with Lemmy.
“Grrrrr!” Morton growled as he sped off to Wendy's room.
He angrily saw Martin giving her a makeover.
“ARGGGGG! How does that suckup do it?!”
Morton ran to Iggy’s room only to see Iggy and Martin playing the Wii.
“THAT’S IT!” Morton yelled! He tackled Martin, and tied to pin him to the ground.
“GET OFFA ME, FATTY!!!” Martin yelled.
“NEVER, YOU EVIL MONSTER!” Suddenly Morton was torn off, and found himself staring King Bowser in the face.
“GET OUT!” Bowser roared. “GET OUT OF DARK LAND! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!”
Bowser threw Morton into the hall, and the Koopaling sadly walked to his room to collect his speeches.
“Maybe my family is right. Maybe I do need to leave…” He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Martin in Morton’s (former) room.
“So… I’ve done as you have ordered, Master. I have infiltrated their castle, and soon they shall be eliminated…”
“Or maybe Martin really is evil!”
To Be Continued...
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