Mario and Luigi Get Stuck in Traffic

At the Store

It's been 2 hours. Luckily, Mario's patience hadn't run dry. However, his hands were now stuck to the steering wheel. Yeah, it turns out letting fire come out from your hands, especially your gloves, onto a plastic covering on a steering wheel at point-blank range is not that great of an idea. However, hope shined forth, as Mario saw the flashing lights and sirens that no doubt had to come from the scene of the accident ahead. Luigi seemed to notice too, as he woke up, groggily looking around and acknowledging Mario with a nod. He seemed to not notice the fact that Mario's hands were pretty much glued to the steering wheel, which Mario preferred.

The scene of the accident came up, and while both the bros felt bad about what happened, they were more focused on finally getting out of the traffic jam. They passed by the accident, ever so slowly. Then, the flow of traffic got lighter, and lighter, and lighter. Until...

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Mario shouted in the purest joy he mustered that day. Luigi once again covered his ears, but he smiled. He was also happy to finally be out of the traffic jam. He looked at the clock in the car and saw that it was practically lunchtime. He felt extremely hungry and turned to Mario to ask the all important question.

"Mario, when will we get to the store?" He asked. Mario leaned to the side to look at the exit they were passing.

"Only a few more minutes, Weegee. Then I can get my hands on that sweet, succulent, spaghetti." Mario replied, licking his lips and acting as if he wasn't going to make Luigi go inside for him. Luigi then reached over to the radio and played some pop music. Mario absolutely hated it, but he couldn't change it, thus, they spent the rest of the car ride sitting in silence and listening to it.

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Mario pulled into the parking spot. Sighing at finally making it.

"Alright Luigi, you're gonna go into the store and buy the spaghetti!" Mario turned and told him. Luigi looked back at him, bewildered.

"What?! You wanted to go shopping in the first place! Why are you making me go and do it?!" Luigi shouted at him. Mario looked to the side, putting on a sheepish smile.

"Well, I would go buy it, but I'm kinda stuck." Mario made an attempt to move his hands, which didn't budge. Luigi was bewildered.

"How the hell did that happen?"

"Do you want the short version or the long version?"

"The short version, please..."

"I was trying to keep calm while I was in the traffic jam and I ended up using my fire on the steering wheel. Now I'm stuck, but I didn't yell at anyone!"

"Mario, you fucking dumbass..."

"Listen, just go buy the spaghetti and we can leave!"

"Fine! But try to get unstuck while I'm gone!" With that, Luigi got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He walked from the parking spot where they were and went into the store.

At least, he would've, if he didn't run straight into the glass entrance door of the grocery store.

"What the..." He saw a white piece of paper on the door, and walked closer to it to read it. Mario meanwhile was fidgeting with his gloves, trying to find some way to either slip his hands out of the gloves of use his fire to melt the plastic again without getting hot plastic on him. He looked up to see the time, only to see Luigi coming back to the car, empty-handed.

"Weegee. Where the fuck is the spaghetti?"

"Mario. We came all the way here for nothing..."

"What? What are you saying?"

"Mario, the store is closed. It closed an hour ago but we didn't make it because of the traffic." What followed was deathly silence, before Mario spoke again.

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, I HATE TRAFFIC!"