Donkey 43

Donkey 43

- Mario 16. read the score keeper. This was really not good. He'd use up too many lives, and the princess was still not rescued. Another barrel whistled passed him. "Whew, that w

-oman better appreciate being saved." Mario had no idea Peach was a real estate agent, out selling castles for Bowser Realty. And here was Mario, fighting a monkey why? A hammer

and sickle suddenly popped up on the screen to answer his unspoken question. Mario fell over from a blown mind. His hat completely vaporized we finally witnessed the tattoo on the

man's left ankle: A potato. It was hard to see until he'd pulled down his sock. Mario pretended not to see it and returned to fixing the pipes below the bathroom sink. Tattoos were

strictly taboo in Mario's plumber's union, ever since Geppi got a tatoo of a pizza on his buns and it had made the others hungry whenever he bent over. That was a little creepy.

But also, understandable. Mario's plumber's union was currently on strike, and they all agreed they weren't going to eat for the period of about two weeks. Visions of

sugarplums didn’t dance in their heads as they fretted about not eating for 2 weeks. The plumbers longed for a time when water was not as clean and yummy plankton thrived. But then

scuba-diving mouse. Their wrenches were flopped on the floor without care, in the hope it was break time and their beer would soon be there. Yay! they exclaimed! And so it ends.