Part 4 - Late for The Date
Another shot in my series of Bowsette writing drabbles! The first date has hit a bit of a road bump.
He was supposed to be at castle’s gates at seven pm on the dote. Bowsette primped herself up a bit, not too much because she was so damn fine, but that was beside the point. She’s been waiting for the red-capped doofus outside of the castle’s gates for TWO HOURS.
The Queen Koopa had already made a trench with her pacing. Bowsette roars to the sky in fustration as she stomps her foot down, shaking the entire castle. “Where is that pipe cleaner?! Kamek!” She called out. The magikoopa came flying out of the castle on a broom, “Yes Lord Bowser-“ His mouth froze in terror as Bowsette turns her glare upon him, sparks of flame between her teeth. Kamek corrects himself in rush, “Q-Queen Bowsette, whatever do you need your Muliebral-ness?”
“Find me Mario!” She ordered, emphasized with her jumping in the air and stomping hard on the ground, shaking loose stones free of the castle.
The gates slammed open as Kammy shuffles her way out. “What all the ruckus your Pulchritudinous?”
“That overall-wearing peewee STOOD. ME. UP!” Bowsette bellowed, flames sprouting from her mouth, both Kammy and Kamek duck for cover. The elder koopawoman brushed the dirt off her robes, “Oh that reminds me your Vileness, the paratroopas brought news about Mario being kidnapped.”
“WHAT!?” Bowsette cried out. “Who dares to copy my shtick? King Boo? Cackletta? The Shroobs!?”
The next morning in Sarasaland
The mighty extra-terrestrial, Tatanga, flies high above the desert kingdom in his massive mothership. Every corridor filled with hundreds of brainwashed minions, dozens of deadly traps and mind-numbing puzzles. The small-sized purple alien chortled loudly as he watched his greatest nemesis swing to-and-fro high above his throne in a steel cage.
“Mario,” He sneered. “My greatest enemy, you are the only one that dares to stand in my way in marrying Princess Daisy and becoming the new ruler of Sarasaland, with you captured, no one can stop me!”
The jailed plumber babbles behind bars as he motions with his hands.
“What?” Tatanga turns on his hover belt and floats upward to the cage. “What do you mean that’s a terrible idea?”
“Princess Daisy is the holder of the world’s record for the most failed kidnappings? I know it’s been a couple decades, but what the heck has she been doing?”
Princess Daisy was in the middle of her daily 30km as she hit the ground for her 50 set of push-ups, sit-ups, and crunches. She had to be as fit as possible for all sports tournaments and party gatherings. They were serious business for all national leaders.
The sounds of metal being torn in the distance, but it was ignored as a minor inconvenience.
“It doesn’t matter. With you in my clutches, I have claimed my place as the greatest villain in the world! All shall fear and remember the name of Tatanga-“
Two clawed, but soft-looking hands pierced the walls of the throne room before they were torn open with monstrous strength. “MARIO!”
The muscled form of Bowsette jumped through the hole she created as the entire spaceship shook with her landing. “You are late for our date!” She cried out. “No one kidnaps any of these Mushroom kingdom losers without my say-so!”
The Koopa Queen placed her fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. Bowsette’s koopa clown car smashes through the ceiling of the mothership and comes to a halt at her feet. The red-maned villainess hopped into her vehicle as it flew upward toward Tatanga and Mario’s cage.
Before the extra-terrestrial could float away, Bowsette got a good grip on his collar. “Listen up you over-sized, pointy-eared grape. This overnice shorty belongs to me. You had your chance, no buzz off!” Bowsette tossed the alien over her shoulder and embedded him into the steel wall.
Bowsette pulls Mario’s cage free of its chain and straps the cage to her clown car. “We missed our dinner date, so we are going to have a lunch-time picnic in Flower Fields.” Mario nods frantically. “I thought you would like that idea.” The clown car flies through the open hole in the hull of the spacecraft. Once it was a far distance away, Bowsette pulls up a radio.
A voice came through the open channel. “We are in position Queen Bowsette, over.”
The fang-toothed queen spoke into the radio, “Fire….over.”
The mothership was peppered with hundreds of cannonballs, making it explode in a glorious lightshow. Bowsette smiled victoriously before turning her attention back to the caged hero underneath her car, “Do you prefer sandwiches, or finger food for the picnic?”
