The Book Of Random Stuff[OLD]

Mario and weegie don't have any spaghetti

After dressing himself in his normal attire, Mario ran into the kitchen, humming a little tune as he went towards the fridge.

Truth be told, he was getting a little tired of spaghetti. He never liked to settle on just one kind of pasta dish. He wanted to try them all; chicken alfredo, ravioli casserole, jalapeno rigatoni... you know, the normal stuff. Yet, he didn't have the heart to tell Luigi no. Not today, anyway. This day was meant to be full of happiness, and nothing less. Whatever made his bro happy, it made him happy too. So yeah, he'd put up with it until tomorrow.

He opened the fridge, and it was almost as if a choir sounded from above.

There was milk in the fridge.

There was pizza in the fridge.

There was expired, dehydrated-ass cake in the fridge.

But you wanna know what wasn't in the fridge?

Spaghetti.

With a small, quiet cheer, Mario began to victoriously dance in the kitchen, his hat nearly flying off with the energy. This was great, wasn't it? His tongue, which had gone numb with the taste of spaghetti sauce, would have to suffer no more!

He then heard footsteps nearing the kitchen.

"Damn, It's-a Luigi," the Italian hissed, wanting to pinch himself forgetting that he was there in the first place. He could be seen with an overjoyed expression, could he? That would hurt Luigi's feelings. Swiping a hand over his face, he pulled his hat over his eyes and slumped over the door of the refrigerator. Just in time, too. His slightly moody brother had walked into the kitchen, raising a brow at Mario's state.

"You alright, bro?"

"Nooo..." Mario sighed, stepping away from his fridge to let Luigi peep inside. "I'm really sorry, Weegie, but...we don't have any spaghetti.

"Hmmph," Luigi hummed, a finger on his chin as he scanned the contents of the fridge." Did you check the cabinets?"

"The what?"

"The cabinets! Isn't that where we keep all of the food that doesn't need refrigeration?"

"Oh! Of course, I checked there too!"

"Was there any spaghetti?"

"No." Mario answered quickly.

"Aww... that sucks..." Luigi's mood because even worse at the second bad news of the day.  

"I'm sorry, Weegie, I really am," Mario sQuEeZeD out a singular, fake tear as he patted his brother on the back. "If I knew a place where we could get some more spaghetti, I'd take you there in a flash."

"Oh!" Luigi jolted up, his brain lighting up with an answer. "But Mario, there is a place where we can get more spaghetti!"

"No I don't think so, you're seeing things-"

"See? Look, there's a recently built store that is conveniently just a few minutes away from our house!" Luigi ran over to the window and slung it open, pointing at said place. With broad display, the average sized, wooden market sparkled.

"H-how convenient."

"Come on, Mario, let's-a go!" Luigi grabbed his brother's wrist and pulled him out of the front door, running to the store with excitement.

And as for Mario?

Now was once of those times where he could relate with Bowser once again.

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Our bois bout to get some spaghet