11th installment of the VGNU.
It's common in the Mario family to make bad deals, but this time it might just tear the brothers apart for good.
Sometimes, there are worse evils than magic turtles and space dragons. For example, corporate greed.
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Mario and Princess Toadstool had gotten straight to work figuring out the new plot of (pending title) Super Mario 64. First attempting to adapt the play Mario had originally written, but without the part of Luigi, but Mario felt a pit in his stomach trying to relive that adventure without his brother. It just felt wrong. So he tried to write a sequel, set after his initial romp through the Mushroom Kingdom. But, aside from "They lived happily ever after," they just couldn't come up with a worthy sequel. Mario then tried to put his dream into more accurate words, but found that the memory of that dream had already slipped away enough that he could really only recall the stage-play aspect.
After spending a full day in the middle of the ballroom with the Princess and a picnic basket, papers full of plot lines and storyboards spread out around them, Mario finally did the one thing that made the most sense. He just started over. Not bothering with adhering to any previous source material, just taking the elements of the adventure that he liked and starting fresh, he and Peach came up with something he finally felt was worth while.
"It's actually a pretty okay start," Mario sighed, setting his notes aside and picking up what they'd settled on for the final draft. "But... It's not even four full pages."
"Should it be longer?" Peach asked, sitting across from him. "I don't know what else I could add though."
"Yeah tha's th' problem ain' it?" Mario read over their very short opening scene. "Good rule o' thumb is a page equals a minute... so we got about three an a half minutes o' script so far."
Peach considered that for a moment, looking at her thumb. "Should we use smaller pages then?"
"What?" Mario chuckled. "Tha's... tha's not how it works, no."
"I'm sorry," Peach said sadly. "I guess I thought I knew more than I did. I don't get what EXT or ENT means, or who Camera is, or how to, well... write a story... I think I'm more useless here than I thought I would be."
"I didn' understand how t' write a script either 'til I googled it," Mario laughed. "But yeah... M'startin' t' think I should just hire someone else. I don' think either of us is equipped t' do this job. But I've got a decent start, an an outline I'm aiight with."
Peach looked at all the notes scattered across the floor, and got her feet. "I think we're going about this the wrong way," she decided. "We will return to Brooklyn and find someone who is well versed in script!"
Mario didn't have a chance to argue before Peach had already left.
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Luigi hung his backpack on the wall as he closed the front door behind him. Sitting down at their little dining room table, he finally let himself collapse from exhaustion. Ever since Mario agreed to do the movie, Luigi'd needed something to keep his mind off things. So he kept up the job of plumber. But, it was a lot of work for one man. He was glad at least that the house was quiet when he got home for work, he could take naps without interruptions. So long as Mario was working on the movie, he spent more time out than he did at home.
