One bright, cold summer morning, the koopalings were all outside Bowser's castle having a good time. Ordinarily they didn't play outside together, but today was a special occasion. Why, you might ask? Because for some reason it was snowing in Dark Land.
"It's not so dark anymore," Iggy commented as they snowboarded down the hill.
"Yeah, a real howler in July, no?" Ludwig asked.
"We might have to call this place Bright Land now!" Lemmy said.
"NO Bright Land," Morton hissed. "That sounds way too happy and...depressing."
Just then a window on the side of the castle opened up and Bowser stuck his head out. "Minions! Get in here and out of that stuff immediately!"
A bunch of koopas and goombas, who had been frolicking in the snow all over the hillside, grudgingly obeyed. Bowser looked at the koopalings. "You too!"
"But-"
"No buts! I am your father."
Roy blinked. "No you're not-
"JUST DO AS I SAY!!"
The group sighed and slowly began to drag themselves inside. All except for Bowser Jr., who suddenly seemed to think he was hibernating because he hadn't gotten out of bed yet and it was 1 o'clock.
Inside, Bowser was pacing furiously. "This is all Mario's fault,"he muttered to himself. Everyone heard him.
"Yeah!...Um, how exactly?" Asked Larry.
Bowser shrugged. "I dunno, it's always just easier to assume things and say everything is Mario's fault. He's probably angered the weather spirits with his awful dancing or something."
"Uh, we don't really follow how someone's bad dance moves can cause a total freeze-over," Wendy said.
"Don't you see? Whenever Mario dances badly, it snows. It's the rule, and that's how it's been for, like ten years. Either that, or that Rosalina lady has cursed us." Bowser paused thoughtfully.
"Well, you really got what was comin' to you this time," Iggy snorted. "What with you stealing her power stars and stranding her in space and nearly blowing up her ship and capturing her ship again..."
Bowser was standing there in annoyance as he rambled on and on. Finally Morton asked, "May I, sir?"
"You may."
Morton walked over and beat Iggy over the head with a snowboard. The snowboard cracked and broke into pieces, but it got the job done and went honorably.
"Wait, I've just got an idea," Bowser was saying. Everyone stood and waited expectantly. Finally he said, "Nevermind, that was just a headache."
"Well, have fun with that," Ludwig said. "We're just gonna be over here...doing random and unpredictable things that would ordinarily get us beaten up. See ya!" And with that the koopalings ran off. Bowser groaned and decided to go read a book.
Later, he was sitting on the floor reading the latest novel Kamek had cooked up for him (Bowser usually only read the personal books made by his minions) called To Kill A Plumber. It was turning out to be really good too, until Bowser Jr. and Iggy blasted through on a hover board and incinerated it.
"UGGHH! What is wrong with you people?!" Bowser got up and walked around the castle, trying to find a single place where it was peaceful, but there was none. Even in his room he could feel the floor vibrating and bouncing like someone was having a wild college dorm party below. Then Wendy, who was walking around, suddenly decided she could sing opera. It nearly caused Bowser's eardrums to shoot themselves even though he didn't have any.
Larry and Lemmy, who were fighting about something stupid, came wrestling in a ball down the hallway, crashing into everything as they went. Morton was running after them playing on an electric guitar that unbeknownst to him, was extremely off key. Bowser was just about to crack when Ludwig burst in.
"King Bowseeeeeeeer! Roy's singing his dumb rotisserie song again!"
At this Bowser sank to his knees. "NOT THE ROTISSERIE SONG! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS??"
Then Roy passed through obliviously singing. "Rotisserie, rotisserie..."
Bowser stood rigidly, eye twitching. A high-pitched whistle suddenly began to sing throughout the room, and the minions thought that maybe Bowser had got some new alarm. But Kamek knew what it was.
"Oh! The tea is ready!" He said, picking up the whistling kettle.
"GET OOOOOOOOOUUUUUT!" Bowser howled, so loudly that the impact blew everyone off their feet. The windows finally smashed and everything was silent.
"I HAVE A FREAKIN HEADACHE! AND IT'S GONNA LAST UNTIL I'M EIGHTY IF YOU ALL DON'T GET OUT OF MY LIFE FOR A WHILE! GO GIVE SOMEONE ELSE A HEADACHE!"
"Like Mario?" Larry asked.
"EXACTLY!"
"But boss, we don't cause headaches. It's probably the pressure change of the snowfall." Ludwig smirked.
"I DON'T CARE! JUST GET OUT!"
"Fine, we're going, sheesh." As the room cleared out, Bowser figured that now, surely, he'd get some relief. Desperately, he grabbed a cold cream pie from the fridge, smashed it on his head, and headed for his bedroom. His headache was getting worse by the minute in this nuthouse. But little did he know he'd been more correct about everything than he knew...

In the Mushroom Kingdom, far away, Mario was lying on the couch in his living room, lazily dropping a strip of chocolate-covered bacon in his mouth. He was watching 'the show', which was basically going to be Luigi trying out their new amp with microphone.
"Hey Mario, got any song requests?"
"Nah, just pick one."
"Okay." He grabbed the microphone, turned the volume way up to 200 decibels, and let it go. The sound blasted through the windows so loud everyone walking in the neighborhood within a mile radius went instantly deaf.

"Sweet home Alabama!

I don't know the rest of the words!

Everyone's heard of this song!

But nobody knows what it says!

Sweet home Alabama!..."

Bowser crashed on his bed with his head buried under a pillow. For a couple of minutes, at last, he'd found sweet relief...
Wait. He opened his eyes and shot up. STILL something broke the silence. Now there was a new sound - faint but definitely there. It only took a moment to realize what it was.
He clenched his fists, tearing down the hall. Miles away, he could hear a song blasting over the treetops. An annoying song. He growled to himself. "I'm going to kill him..."
The koopalings, who were hanging around in the basement doing nothing, heard the new sound as well.
"What is that?" Ludwig asked in disgust. "It sounds like a dying cow...dying."
"I don't know, but the boss can't be happy about it," Larry said. "We better go cause mayhem!"
Too late. Bowser burst into the room, breaking down the door in the process. He was mad - but not at them.
"I'll kill him!" He was snarling. "He caused me this headache and he'll pay dearly for every second! That awful singing is enough to make King Boo cry! I doubt I'll even make it to tomorrow in this state!"
"Maybe you should see Dr. Mario," Lemmy suggested.
Bowser turned to him, eyes like daggers. "Did you just say what I think you said?"
"I'm serious! It's the only way I can think of. Then you can kill him."
"Wait. Kamek!"
The magikoopa flew into the room right away.
"Can you give me a headache cure?" Bowser asked.
"I could try, but it usually just turns the subject into a flatbread."
"What?"
"Ooh, plain or toasted?" Iggy asked.
"Are you joking?" Bowser demanded.
"No! You're the one who asked," Kamek said.
Bowser sighed and face palmed. "Fine," he seethed. "It appears I have a phone call to make." And with that he stomped from the room. But you know, I've never seen Bowser tiptoe anywhere or anything.

Meanwhile, Mario rolled over upright and applauded. "I like it," he said, dragging another piece of bacon around in his bowl of chocolate. "Ooh, can you do Call Me Maybe?"
Just then the phone rang. Mario reached over and grabbed it.
"TELL YOUR FREAKIN BROTHER TO SHUT HIS FACE BEFORE I GET THERE AND REARRANGE IT!!!"
Mario blinked. Then he looked at Luigi. "Freakin brother, -
"I heard him," Luigi said awkwardly.
"IF I HEAR ONE MORE NOTE FROM EITHER OF YOU TWO I'M GOING TO...TO..."
Mario laughed. "What? Curse us? You can't do a thing about it, boyo."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! I'M COMING OVER THERE FOR ASSISTANCE WITH MY HEADACHE AND IF YOU NUMBSKULLS DON'T GIVE IT TO ME I'LL TEAR THE HOUSE DOWN!"
Mario raised an eyebrow. "Whoever said I had to help you?"
"I DID! CAUSE IF YOU DON'T-"
"If I do," Mario interrupted, "you have to promise not to kidnap the princess for at least a week."
Bowser growled. "Fine!"
"And you have to sing Call Me Maybe for me."
"No way!"
Mario laughed. "You know, maybe you're right," he said. "Let's just say you'll give me a free cream puff whenever I want."
Bowser snarled more. "That's random, but fine," he snorted. "Now I'm coming over there, this headache is worse than the plague!"
"Ooh, is it contagious?" Mario said with a giggle. "What gave you a headache, anyway?"
"You," Bowser smirked.
"No, really."
"Don't bother denying it! You were dancing again weren't you?" Bowser accused.
"Was not! Wait, what does that have to do with anything?"
"What does it have to do with anything?! We've got three freaking feet of snow over here! And it's probably your fault!"
"Is not," Mario said. "Wait, are you telling me it's snowing in Dark Land?"
"Yes. And are we seriously still on the phone? I thought this would only happen when hell froze over!"
Ludwig, who was listening, spoke up, "Uh, boss? Hell did freeze over."
Mario perked up. "Hell froze over?" He whirled around. "Luigi! Hell froze over! That means you can tell me the embarrassing thing that happened to you in fourth grade when I was sick!"
Luigi suddenly turned red. "Uh, um, no I don't!"
"Luigi, you said you'd tell me if hell froze over. And it finally has! Bowser's snowed over!"
"I...only meant that in the context that it would never happen," Luigi stammered.
"Oh, come on, please?" Mario begged.
"No."
"EXCUSE ME?" Bowser roared through the phone. "Dying of headache here!"
"Oh, right," Mario said. "Bring me the cream puffs!" Then he slammed down the phone.
"So...what was that about?" Luigi asked.
Mario relaxed back with a contented sigh. "I just got me an arrangement to get free cream puffs for life."
"Really? Even when you're old and in the nursing home, at the drop of a hat you can yell and Bowser will come hobbling in on a walker with a platter of cream puffs?"
"Isn't it a great scam? I mean..." Mario sat upright. "Hey, whoever said I was going to a nursing home?"
Luigi chuckled. "Well you can't always plan these things you know. Even you have to get old."
"No I don't! I'm-a staying forever young!"
Luigi stopped. "Oh, that's right."
Then there was a harsh knock on the door. "Open the door, losers!" Bowser growled.
The door cracked open and Mario peeked out. "Yes? Can I help you?"
"LET ME IN YOU NINCOMPOOP!"
"Did you bring my cream puffs?" Mario snatched the bag away from him and ran laughing gleefully inside. Bowser rolled his eyes and followed him. "I hope you have a heart attack."
Mario sat down in the living room and started digging into his junk food while Bowser stood there impatiently. Luigi was still standing there holding the microphone, and he looked at Bowser awkwardly. "Just, um, give him a minute." He glanced around, then said, "Can I interest you with a show tune while you wait?"
"No! I wanna see the stinkin doctor!"
"Oh, yeah," Mario said, busily licking cream off his face, "just go home and lie in bed and yawn a lot. That'll relieve the head pressure. And don't forget to bring me cream puffs next time I see you."
"What? That's it?" Bowser demanded. "You're not gonna give me an annoying little pill or miracle cure or something?! I expect results!! I'm supposed to kill you after you cure me! Any idiot could've told me that!"
"Sorry, that's my diagnosis," Mario said passively, inspecting a cream puff. "Just look at the perfection of this one's coating. It's so soft," he said, rubbing it on his cheek.
Bowser was standing there fuming. "YOU'RE NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING?!"
Luigi chuckled. "Sorry, the doctor is not available anymore," he said, standing up and ushering him to the door. He shoved him out and slammed the door. "Thanks for the cream puffs!"
"YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! MY HEAD HURTS SO BAD I ALMOST WISH IT WOULD EXPLODE!!"
"Well, so do we," Mario replied through the door. "There must be something liberating in having no head..."
"IF I DIDN'T HAVE A HEADACHE I WOULD TEAR YOU TO PIECES RIGHT NOW!!"
Inside, Mario rolled his eyes and tossed another cream puff in his mouth. "What a pity."
Later that day Bowser went home and finally did as Mario suggested. He felt like slugging somebody when he found that it worked five minutes later.
Right after that the phone rang. Bowser Jr. picked it up. It was a recording from Luigi.
"Hello, you've reached the clinic of Dr. Mario, impractical medicine. The doctor would like to remind you to bring more cream puffs by our facility tomorrow. Thank you."
B. J. looked up in confusion. "Uhh, Dad...?"
Bowser groaned and slumped back in his bed. And he didn't get up for a long, long time.

Ha, Bowser always seems to get the tough end of the deal, doesn't he? Just wait until Mario and Luigi get their KARAOKE MACHINE...
Anyway, the whole snowing thing is kinda a reference to DDR Mario Mix. In certain songs, if the player is doing badly, thick snow will start pouring down. So that's where that idea came from.
This one came quicker and I don't know why...hopefully we'll see the next one soon! Thanks for reading!

~Daisy

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