Escape From Camp Dusty

Finished by Bobby, originally by Blue Boo

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In the chamber...

Mr. Little: Vake up, you idiot! I vant to kill Susan as quickly as pozzible! I vant to kill heir after vhat she did to me zat day!

Susan's eyes were closed, yet she was still awake. Apparently, she wasn't unconscious the whole time. When Roy punched her, she pretended to faint so she'd know when it was time to attack.

Susan: (I can't let my Larry suffer through another day of this camp! And why does this idiotic Goomba want to kill me? Well, I'd better stay like this until he leaves. Uh oh, he has those cuff thingies to keep my legs and arms from moving. Nuts!)

Meanwhile, Bowser's Clown Copter was getting attacked by set-up cannons firing Bullet Bills. Bowser was able to crush some of them with those bowling balls from Super Mario World.

Bowser: I HATE that game.

Bobby: Sorry.

Anyway, Bowser landed his Clown Copter on the ground, and he noticed a tower with steel doors. With his mighty fists, he broke the doors down!

Bowser: I'M COMING, KIDS!

Unfortunately, laser bars were covering half the ground, and if Bowser touched them, he would be in a world of hurt. So, he tried to step over one carefully... but the laser moved forward and zapped his ankle!

Bowser: MOMMY! Uh, I mean, ow!

He grumbled angrily and ran all the way to another set of lasers in the next room. Bowser ran through and ended up with blisters from those lasers. He whimpered through the pain.

Meanwhile, in the dungeon cell, the Koopalings awoke.

Larry: This is horrible! How are we going to get out of here?

Morton: Yeah and if we don't get out of here we'll be stuck forever or even worse and that Mr. Little wanted to kill, murder, maul, destroy Susan but I forgot why but that's okay and all I have in my shell is my wand and I don't see why I had to bring it in the first place and-

Roy was about to punch Morton, but Ludwig stopped him.

Ludwig: Wait! We still have our wands from our last adventure!

Lemmy: Yeah, why didn't we think of using them?

The Koopalings pulled their wands out. Roy blasted the dungeon door down... heh... Dungeon Door Down... and ran while blasting the walls, and eventually got to the torture chamber where Mr. Little was.

Mr. Little: VAT?! You escaped?! BLOOPERS! Attack zem!

Bloopers came out of the hole in the ceiling and flew down. The Koopalings blasted the Bloopers like yesterday's garbage.

Mr. Little: Ugh... Vhy didn't I juzt give zem biggeir brainz? I'll take you down myself!

Mr. Little charged at Lemmy, but Lemmy sighed and turned Mr. Little into a bucket of fried chicken strips. No, he's the bucket itself, not the chicken.

Lemmy: Who wants the chicken?

All the Koopalings ate the chicken except for Larry, being a vegetarian.

Bowser: ROAR!

Bowser burst through the doors, covered from head to toe in bandages.

Ludwig: Wait, how did Dad get some bandages if he wasn't armed?

Bowser: ROAR! Owie. You kids are coming with me back home!

Koopalings: YAY!

So the Koopalings turned Mr. Little back to normal, and a 5480623450653-ton weight appeared out of nowhere and smash Mr. Little for no reason.

Mr. Little: Ow...

So the kids and Bowser went home. Oh, and Bowser got the coins from Mr. Little's safe, which Bowser punched open.

THE END

Wait!

Epilogue...

Susan: Hello? HELLO?! LARRY? ANYONE? SAVE ME! I hate this Trimming.

Bobby: *snicker*

THE REAL END

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