Adventures With The SMG4 Crew

THE LIQUID (*vineboom.mp3*)

So... you may be wondering how I ended up on the rooftop, talking to a ghost. Well, let's time jump right back to... about a half hour ago. It was just a normal evening, relaxing with the gang on the rooftop, staring at the starry sky. Lighting a short fuse and setting the firework on the edge of the roof, it blasted off and exploded in an explosion of red and blue.

Me: Praise the surviving Human race!

Mario: Fire away, Jake! We got plenty from that Phantom shipment!

Setting up a finale's worth of fireworks at the edge of the castle and connecting every wire to one main wire (lighting my own cigarette in the process) I sparked the end of the cord and stepped all the way back halfway across the roof. Anticipating a large scale explosion, I pulled over an empty folding table and flipped it on its side, cowering like the trenches of war. However thankfully, nothing went wrong as each and every firework launched like the Fourth of July finales seen at large-scale events celebrating the freedom of America; not that it WAS Fourth of July, I just wanted to launch fireworks. Explosions of many different colors, from dark blue, to lime green, to Pearl white, lit the sky like... well, fireworks.

Me: NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL FREEDOM FOR LIVING!!

Mario: HELL YEAH!! TALK ABOUT A LIGHT SHOW!! WE GOT THE WHOLE WORLD'S ATTENTION NOW!!

Luigi: Guys quit yelling, the fireworks are already over, and the food's done anyways.

Me: Alright, steak, scallops, and three different kinds of potatoes; mashed, baked, and sweet. Sounds JUST like a dinner at a party for us.

Springing my step over to the massive, and I mean MASSIVE table, I flopped right down in a lone chair and dropped my cigarette right to the floor. Stepping out the fuse, I watched as the Culinary Train (as the Princess puts it) travelled from chair to chair, setting platters and utensils and dishing out the food. Once it rolled on its tracks to me, it set everything up and out for me, including a Bud Light. The only one who didn't get much of anything was Red, for all I know he LOVES to scarf down food like it's constantly Thanksgiving, but today, I could tell something was on his not-so-immature mind.

Me: Hey, Red, what's eating you, bud?

Mario: Just... I don't know. It feels wrong to have this much space... yet not have enough people to gorge with. I know it sounds weird but... okay that, AND I invited a couple of people and they're not here yet.

Luigi: Who'd you invite, bro? I know Glitch's never really around, and the guys over in Music City rarely get messages, but Parakarry's a great messenger. Though he can't fly long distances for so long, it's like an hour going sixty from here to get to MC. He doesn't fly THAT fast, but at least it's faster than Snail-Mail.

Parakarry: Speaking of... I'm back... man, flying that far... on tiny wings... really hurts. I need to sit down a bit, you mind if I'm next to you, Jake?

Me: I shouldn't mind too much. Just grab yourself a plate and snag some food, you need the energy.

As the flying Koopa planted himself next to me and whistled for the Train, I couldn't help but notice he was missing his usual aviator-like goggles, and his mail delivery bag was missing as well. He basically looked like a paratroopa, but with a light blue shell instead of red or green. He even had a bandage wrapped around his arm, for some reason.

Me: Rough air travel?

Parakarry: A bit, but not as bad as when I delivered the letters. Crashed into a couple power lines, couple buildings, a telephone pole, I'm such a klutz. I might've dropped a few of their letters... and the one, man, was she just... so... so uncooperative and... rather ignorant. Said she wouldn't accept any mail from anyone but you.