Alright, let's get this started.
So we last left our hero after a climatic fight and a fall from a waterfall. Daring to stop crime, daring to put an evil to its end. That dear man, Sherlock Holmes-- oh wait this is not nearly as climatic or depressing.
Well, since obviously cartoon physics allow us to survive a fall from that easily, I guess we'll just be on our way.
Oh. Goombas.
... Goombas.
Goombas.
GOOOOMBAAAAAAS!
Done with that--
God dammit!
What a lovely pond. Perhaps I'll just chill here for awhile and have some peace and quiet-- wait.
Yeah. Leave me the hell alone and let me enjoy my chillin' before Mallow gets back here to annoy me with his blubbering.
Dammit now look what you've done.
Now I can't just leave him here for someone else to raise.
That's not how water works, Mallow.
What are you? Five? Grow up, kid. You're probably adopted anyways.
The one and only, shrimp.
Holy shit they're ganging up on us.
Quick, Mallow, distract while I make an escape. No idiot wants to play with you on their team anyways when we get Toadstool.
Even God Himself is in on this ambush?!
God can't be your grandpa. That's not how religion works.
You can't be serious about this.
I didn't know God used a Lakitu to hold his fat ass up.
I don't want my fortune told, gramps.
Pardon?
... Oh. Erm... Well, uh...
Who am I to refuse the will of God?
Do I get a free reading?
You tell me. You're the all knowing one around here.
Yeah, I'm speed runnin' this.
If you say she's in another castle I swear I will punch you in the cunt.
