Unwritten: Diary of a Lean Green Plumber

Having a Brawl

9 March 2008

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

All of our stuff had been neatly packed several days prior. After a quick breakfast, Mario and I grabbed our luggage and went to Peach's castle to await our transportation to the Smash Mansion.

DK and Diddy were already there, doing stretches on the lawn. Peach stood with her own luggage in hand, smiling at the prospect of another tournament ahead of her. And there was Wario with his bags, chewing on a clove of garlic.

"Hey!" said a voice.

It was Daisy, running over with Waluigi in tow.

"Hey, Daisy," I said, giving her a kiss.

"I'm really gonna miss you—again," she said.

"I can always visit Sarasaland," I told her.

Waluigi rolled his eyes. "Do you wanna hear my news?"

"What news? You've been invited to the tournament, too?"

"Yeah!" His face fell. "As an assist trophy."

Mario frowned. "What's that?"

"I'm not one of the fighters, but what I have to do is basically help the Smasher who 'summons' me. MH will tell you about it, I'm sure."

"Maybe I'll get my chance someday," Daisy said optimistically.

Waluigi laughed. "That'll be the day."

I whipped toward him, lancing him with a glare.

Daisy put her hand on my shoulder. "Forget him," she said. "I'll watch you on television."

"I'd like that," I beamed.

A horn honked in the distance. A minivan with the Smash symbol painted on it drove up to the castle. Two metallic-looking humanoids hopped out, introduced themselves as Alloys, and opened the doors for us. Daisy gave me a good-luck kiss, and we clambered into the van.

"Welcome to Brawl," said the red Alloy. "Now, let's roll."

The driver put the minivan into "drive", and we rode off.

"Hey, The Killers have dropped a new album," said the green Alloy. "Wanna take a listen?"

"Sure," I said.

Smiling, the Alloy slid the CD into the CD player. Within seconds, the first notes of "Human" began wafting throughout the minivan. We simply leaned back, gazed at the scenery and enjoyed the ride to the Smash Mansion.

"Wait a minute—is it 'denser' or 'dancer'?" Mario asked as we pulled up at the drop-off area.

"I think it's 'denser'," I said. "It makes more sense."