After pointless fluttering, Shy Away reached Nimbus Land, the very area he once helped Valentina take over (with great failure). Now it looked worse than before, because it looked just like it did on the bottom. Colors clashed awfully as the sun shone down on the pitch black cloud. Lightning erupted occasionally. Shy Away thought about his watering can, with sadness overcoming him. He’d have to rely on magic throughout this lightning-infested place.
He bravely entered the door to the palace. Fortunately for Shy Away, all of the “monsters” in the room were Roto-Discs that could either easily be taken out with lightning or easily flown over. Not to mention he already knows the palace like the back of his concealed hand. He realized whoever was taking over must be a real idiot, since no doors were locked, not even the door to the room where Mario fought Birdo.
KASLASH!
Four ferocious fighters showed iron faces to Shy Away. They all had black eye-masks. One was green, with black overalls painted on poorly. One was red, with the same thing done. One was pink, and was given a purple crown along with a red gem on its chest. One was black originally, but was since painted completely green, with a red circle surrounded by white on its back. The final one was fat and yellow. It had a spiked shell painted on its back.
“We are…” they began.
“THE L RANGERS!” they shouted, once again in unison.
“I’m Mr. L 2.0!” shouted the green one.
“Mr. M!” shouted Red.
“Ms. P!” chimed pink.
“Mr. Y!” came the one that was originally black.
“Mistah B, and don’t you forget it!” roared the yellow one.
Shy Away scratched his head. “Don’t you mean Axem R-”
“WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT?!” stomped Mr. M.
“Maybe it’s because we have axes?” questioned Ms. P.
“WHY IN THE WORLD DO WE HAVE ‘EM ANYWAYS?” shrieked Mistah B.
“It’s not SPELLED like that, moron!” shrieked Mr. B.
“Guys, shut up!” Mr. L 2.0 interrogated.
“Make me!” threatened Mr. Y.
“Don’t make me jump on all of you!” Mr. M glared.
Shy Away tuned out and began to hum the Bean Valley theme while the L Rangers virtually killed each other. The only one left was Mistah B, who was hit in the head with a brick immediately afterwards.
“Again?” groaned Mr. B.
The brick fell out of the ceiling!
“No, I mean misspelling my name!”
Oh, that. Meh. Shy Away fluttered into the next room, where there were more boring Roto-Discs. The commercials were boring too, so we’re covering them up with commercials.
“Peach for Plit Dictato- I mean president!
OR ELSE!”
“You’ll never BELIEVE what’s about
to happen in Roy’s Sports Hall next week! Watch it, cuz it’s gonna be sweet!”
“Raccoons are awful. Seriously, they’re
dirty little scaveng- DGPAJREOIUGH OH GOD BRICK, PAIN.”
“Waluigi Mays here, with the clean onion! This product will actually make your breath smell better! Perfect for people like Wario, and...”
Several hours later...
“Call now, and you’ll get not only
a ten percent discount, but a clean onion knife to boot! Call now, you
won’t regret it!”
Shy Away went to…
“Eep! I’m speaking in italics!” Shy Away screamed.
Shy Away went to the final room. He expected to see some idiot in the room, but instead he s-
“I am Mr. L!” shouted Mr. L’s clothes, which were somehow floating.
“I was… defeated! My very being is now a frightened fool, but I am still an awful memory!” Mr. L declared.
“Now, Mr. Plants-stuff-and-screams-like-a-girl, I’m gonna give you a beating you’ll never forget!”
Shy Away was staring at Mr. L the whole time. “You have a loose string on your overalls,” he began. “Let me get it for you.”
Shy Away grabbed onto a string on Mr. L’s overalls, and began flying around the room. Mr. L looked down at his clothes as they slowly became a simple useless string. He made a dire attempt to jump on Shy Away, but tripped on his own string. Eventually, Mr. L was a hat, a mask, two gloves, and two shoes. Just so you know, Mr. L is now missing vital organs-
“I’m vital!” shouted a large, creepy piano.
Thusly, he doesn’t have much longer to live.
Mr. L began throwing his shoes at Shy Away, when the door flew open. A fluffy ball stood in the doorway.
“Hold it, Green Thunder! You wanna see some real thunder, bec- Eh?”
Shy Away was currently running away from Mr. L’s shoes.
“Hey! It’s you, the one who worked for that Valentin- OUCH!”
Mr. L threw a shoe at him.
“As the prince of Nimbus Land, Mallow, it’s my duty to stop the both of you! Now I just need to see who has lower HP so I can take one of you out faster…” said Mallow, about to use Psychopath.
“Hi ho dee dum~ I really hope I can go back to Bean Valley soon. I don’t like it raining up here!” cheered Shy Away’s simplistic mind. 0.4 HP.
"According to my calculations, I should takeover Nimbus Land in T minus 8 seconds, and Master Dimentio will allow me to conquer other lands with my super coolness. *gasp!* I should call Mallow Mr. Cries-a-lot-and-casts-lame-spells!” rambled Mr. L’s complicated mind. 1 HP.
Mallow decided to punch Mr. L‘s hat, seeing as Shy Away didn’t even sound threatening.
“Aww, man! How can I be beaten by Mr. Cries-a-lot-and-casts-lame-spells? I’ll avenge! Now quick, Roto-Discs, find a tailoooooooooor!” whined Mr. L. A Pure Heart flew into Mallow, who Shy Away smiled at.
Mallow nodded the best nod he could make. “I get to be in so many stories! More than Geno, at least! I’m so happy I could just… *sniffle…*”
Shy Away patted Mallow on the back in an attempt to make him not cry tears of joy, seeing as if he did, Shy Away’s plants would have less of a chance of making it.