The Koopalings go to the Doctor

Roy

Back in the waiting room, Lemmy, Iggy and Roy are in the play area, while the rest of the koopas sit half-asleep in their chairs. They see an angry Wendy storm out from the door.

"First, he called me fat! And then, he asked for my WEIGHT!" Wendy screamed, "Can you believe the nerve of that guy?!"

"Wendy, darling," Bowser sighed, "That's for medical reasons-"

"I don't care! I don't want my weight to be out there!"

"All medical data are confidential, as required by our laws," Bowser informed.

"I don't care!"

Bowser sighs before resting one of his temples on his palm. Why did he do this?

Not long after, the nurse comes out of the door, smiling as she calls out the next name.

"Roy Koopa?" she called, "Come on back."

The strong koopaling grunts as he follows the nurse back into the exam room, the beheaded ranger figures still in hand. The nurse tells Roy to wait for the doctor before seating him on the exam chair. With the nurse gone, Roy chucks the action figures at the doctor's computer before folding his arms over his chest.

"Hello, Roy-" Dr. Bolstad greeted before seeing the rangers on his computer desk, "Ack! I got those Axem Ranger action figures from my son! Did you destroy these?"

Roy ignores the doctor and still stares into space past him, arms still folded.

"Oh, you're a quiet one," Dr. Bolstad sighed, "Great. I need to measure your vitals. I'll be wrapping this blood pressure monitor around your arm, okay? Please relax your arm."

Again, Roy ignores the doctor and continues folding his arms. The doctor sighs again before wrapping the cuff around Roy's bicep, where the cuff barely fits over the koopaling's bulging muscles.

"That's too high of a reading," Dr. Bolstad dismissed the test before unstrapping the band, "Whatever. Please get on the scale, Roy. I need to get your weight."

Roy remains seated on the exam chair, unmoving.

"Please don't make this more difficult than it should be, Roy," Dr. Bolstad groaned before pushing a button, "Fine. I'll measure your weight from the chair. Hmm... 461 pounds and 17 percent body fat; you could lose a little weight. I recommend eating more lean meats rather than the fatty cuts. Supplement those with veggies. You're extremely fit though; keep up the great work. Any questions?"

No reply from Roy.

"Okay then... Your height now..." The doctor states as he measures Roy. As the koopaling's still seated, he measures from Roy's head to his thigh; 5 feet 1 inch. His legs are probably another foot and a half, "Fine. Around 6 feet 7 inches."

Roy grunts—the first sign of life the doctor saw from him.

"Welcome to reality! Now our records show that you need your up-to-date vaccination on Kooptitis. You're in luck; we require a flexed arm for this one."

Dr. Bolstad grabs an alcohol wipe and wipes Roy's right arm with it. He places a syringe in a vaccine bottle and sucks some of the liquid into it, and after wiping off residue, the doctor inserts the syringe into Roy's scales. The koopaling didn't even budge.

"Man, that's the easiest vaccination I ever gave," Dr. Bolstad muttered under his breath, "Okay, now I need to check your eyes for any illnesses, such as glaucoma or diabetes. I love your sunglasses, but you must remove them for this."

As Dr. Bolstad grabs an ophthalmoscope, Roy doesn't move an inch. The doctor sighs; is this a statue? Nonetheless, he must take things into his own hands. He reaches for Roy's sunglasses, but the koopaling grabs the doctor's forearm and twists it before he pulls the doctor's frightened face within inches from his.

"You never, ever touch my shades, lil' punk," Roy growled before nodding towards the beheaded, stabbed action figures, "Or I'll do to you what I did to dem."

"O-o-o-okay," the doctor gasped, "Please let go!"

Roy lets go of the doctor and stomps out of the room, declaring himself done with the physical.

"Man..." Dr. Bolstad sighed as he ices his sore arm, "What did I get myself into... There's really five of them left?"