Brother's Loyalty: Endgame

Color of My Dreams

He got away. Oh, thank God. Thank God.

Is—is he all right?

Yeah. He's just a little rattled.

The laundry chute—why didn't I think of that sooner?

Hey—it's not your fault. It's not our fault. Nobody saw this coming. If we want to survive this, then we need to stay positive.

You're right. Guys—she's right. Let's think positive. He's gonna find a way back to us. No doubt about it.

A pause.

Well, Luigi—here I am again. Trapped in a portrait and condemned to adorn King Boo's wall. At least he was nice enough to bring Peach, Thad, Brad and Chad along for the ride. I know there was supposed to be no stress and no negative vibes, but I actually thought I could fight him off this time around. Too bad he had some help. As someone known to always save the day, this is a predicament I can never get used to.

Oh, Luigi—all I ask is that you not feel bad about this. Part of the journey is the end. If not for the fact that a full-blown psychopath is holding me captive, I'd say that I'm feeling all right. But I do owe him thanks—34-plus years with the same captor had me yearning for a brief change of pace. Besides, I'm used to this sort of thing.

At this point, your best bet is working your way up the building. That's likely where they'll be waiting, and that's likely where you'll find us. They did away with every form of contact with the outside world, so it looks like—well, we all know what it looks like. God, I should stop being so negative and start offering a little—constructive criticism.

Like Peachy said—don't feel bad about this. You know what you have to do. And we'll be right here, praying, waiting out the proverbial storm, so to speak. When we drift off—we will dream about you. It's always you...

Luigi—Luigi—we believe in you. This is gonna be a piece of cake...

...

When Luigi first began to awaken, he dared to hope that everything he'd experienced up to now had been a dream. He was rewinding all of the events in his mind, and he imagined waking up beside Polterpup and giving him a little cuddle. His next course of action would be to cut this trip short and hightail it to Evershade Valley to check on Professor Gadd and the Boo Vault. If he wanted an escape, then the go-to destination would be Las Vegas, where he was more likely to lose some of his money than watch his loved ones get sealed away in a portrait.

But as he heard Polterpup barking and a felt light chill settle on his skin, he knew before opening his eyes that this wasn't a dream. This was really happening.

Polterpup licked Luigi's face, woofing joyfully as he saw him stir. The plumber willed himself to open his eyes, and he saw that he'd landed in a towel cart, the soft towels breaking his fall. After checking himself for injuries, Luigi gratefully petted Polterpup, silently thanking God that he, too, had escaped.

"Good puppy," he said, smiling and laughing with relief.

Polterpup was so happy that Luigi was laughing and smiling that he pounced on him, lavishing him with doggie kisses. The two rubbed noses before Luigi hopped out of the towel cart and whipped out his flashlight, which had also survived the fall.

"Okay," said Luigi as he scanned his surroundings. "So, we're in a laundry room."

Polterpup pranced in front of him, sitting up on his hind legs.