" A twinkling star in the evening sky turns into any unforgettable journey. The magic of imagination never end with you. It ends with glory. Let's go shall we?"

Basiclly a bunch of paper mario baddies inside a mansion doin' stuff

You were ready for a picnic. But Magolor was sick. He wants you to make him a story. You are going to... If that is the last thing you and Marx will do.