Kookie woke up one rainy morning. As usual, he went downstairs for breakfast. Today’s breakfast was a new kind of cereal: ‘Lava O’s.’ He stared blankly at the box. He read a tiny footnote at the bottom of the box. ‘Warning! This cereal may result in a heavy sugar rush or delusions!’ Kookie looked around the table. They were all eating Lava O’s. Kookie decided to eat some as well.

Later that day, Kookie completed ten inventions, rather than his usual four. Then, doing all that work had tired him out because of the wearing off of a sugar rush. That was the worst part of it. It left you tired and drained. He hopped into bed, not seeing the koopaling filled with 100 times more sugar than Kookie had had.

Kookie stretched. He yawned and looked around his dark room. ‘Of course!’ He thought. ‘I slept so long it’s nighttime!’ He reached over to his night stand and flicked on the light. After a few moments, his vision came into view. A deep pink color was scribbled all over his walls. He walked over to some of the pink stuff. He touched it with his hand and looked intently at it. ‘Lipstick!’ Kookie thought, outraged. ‘Cootie-Pie!’

He stormed over to Cootie-Pie’s room. He turned on the light and saw nothing. Then he heard five different laughs coming from downstairs. As he walked to the living room, he heard the TV and “That Homer! What a comedian!” He neared the room and the lights went out. A high-pitched shriek came from one of the koopalings in the living room and another voice saying “Arrrggggghhhh! I am the Master of Fire! All fear me because…” and the voice ranted on and on. Then a bolt of fire leaped out of no where and lit a torch. The only one in the room was Big Mouth. Kookie was not in the mood for his endless babbling so he went into the kitchen. He then decided to get a midnight snack. When he opened the fridge, he noticed all the good stuff was gone. The only thing left was a measly carton of outdated milk.

“Hah! I will find who did this stuff! Sibling beware!” Kookie cried. His voice seemed to pierce the darkness. He walked to Cootie-Pie’s room. She was in there reading ‘How to get What You Want’.

“Cootie-Pie?” Kookie asked.

“Hmm?” She replied, not even looking up.

“Who was with you in the living room?” Kookie asked.

“Big Mouth, Bully, and…” Then she looked at her dresser and shrieked. “WHERE’S MY 100 COIN LIPSTICK? Kookie?”

“Here.” Kookie said, no trace of empathy in his voice. He tossed her a worn down lipstick base. Cootie-Pie looked like she was ready to blow.

“Let’s find this maniac.” Cootie-Pie said, a wide, vicious grin slipping onto her face.

They went to the Hop’s room. He was not there. Then they went to Hip’s room. He also was not there. Then they went down to the kitchen to look for them. Instead they saw thirty-two empty boxes of Lava O’s and tiny traces of deep blue hair. ‘Probably torn out by the maniac from WAY too much sugar.’ Kookie thought.

“Can we take a rest Kookie?” Cootie-Pie asked. “My feet hurt.”

“Okay. The late night ‘Seinfield’ marathon is about to start.” Kookie said. As they walked into the living room, they saw Hop fast asleep on the floor. As they turned on the TV they saw Jerry saying, “Another bobka?” They watched that for a while, Kramer trying to figure out how to get some change for a hundred, George breaking lots of beer and wine bottles with his expensive coat. Until about 2 A.M., they watched this. Then Kookie exclaimed:

“I know who it is!”