Brother's Loyalty: Endgame

Pump Up the Jam

So—a Dance Hall? That's ace. Perhaps Luigi will put his enviable dancing skills to good use. I sure hope so.

Yeah—he's always been the better dancer. He does it often, so it's not a surprise.

But on this floor, he's gonna be dancing for his life. Do you think Gooigi will be the perfect dance partner?

If he was created in Luigi's likeness, then I have every confidence that he will. And after cutting a rug in the Dance Hall, they can get the last elevator button and boogie their way to the top—and to me.

I wonder what type of ghost is holding that final button, though. A disco dancer? A pop singer?

Well, Luigi and company just walked out of the elevator. Let's watch how this unfolds—

...

The Dance Hall was lit all over by neon lights, as befitting a disco-themed floor. Muffled party music greeted Luigi and Gooigi upon their arrival, the kind of toe-tapping, head-bobbing music which always cheered up the former after a rotten day. Luigi found himself snapping his fingers to the engaging beat, and Gooigi did the same, his gooey body gently swaying to and fro.

"It appears that the ghosts are having a little party," said Luigi. "You think we should crash it?"

"Well—I always love a good party," said Gooigi, "and I'd hate to miss out on this one."

En route to the actual dance hall, Gooigi and Luigi explored the ticket office, the clothing store and the gift shop, collecting coins, gold bars, dollar bills and headphone-shaped gems along the way. There was even a whole stack of treasure in a secret underground vault! As they ascended the stairs to the dance floor, they were accosted by a Hammer and a Slinker, but they quickly defeated them and walked inside, where the party music came to an abrupt halt.

The large room was empty and silent when Luigi, Gooigi and Polterpup arrived, the elevator button resting on an elevated dance floor. However, Luigi sensed that something was afoot.

"Stay here," he said to his two companions before tiptoeing up the stairs and toward the elevator button.

Tentatively, he reached down and picked up the elevator button. "Hello there," he said as he examined it. "I had to go through a lot to get to you."

Unfortunately, he had to go through a lot more, as a cacophony of sound exploded from the mounted loudspeakers in front of him, literally blowing Luigi off the dance floor and jarring the elevator button from his hand.

"Whoa!" shouted Gooigi as he caught Luigi. "Are you all right?"

"I think so!" Luigi yelled through the slight ringing in his ears.

The party music started up again as a young disk jockey ghost emerged from behind the turntables, a large Afro over her eyes, bobbing her head to the music.

"How are you two doing tonight?" she asked amiably. "DJ Phantasmagloria here, but you can call me Gloria. Anyway, I have a question for you."

"Okay," said Luigi, the ringing in his ears having died down.

"Are you ready to paaaaaar-taaaayyy?" Gloria enthusiastically asked. "I'm keeping the music going for you all night long!"

"Actually, we just need that elevator button to get to the top of this hotel," said Luigi. "Could you give it to us, please?"

Gloria studied him. "What's your name, handsome?"