The sky was dark, the brightness of the moon hidden by large black storm clouds. A large, short figure darted between alleyways, camouflaging herself in the darkness. She was timidly looking in every direction, her desperation growing stronger as the night wore on. If she didn't bring in the money, Mario wouldn't be very happy. And Mario wasn't happy, no one was. Then she saw it. A solitary light shone in the distance, inviting her to run closer. As she approached it, she found it was a fairly busy 7-11. Pulling her water gun a bit out of her waistband, she entered with the guise of being lost.
"Hi there honey" she said, hugging the cashier. "I'm a bit lost, can you help me?" As the cashier turned to grab a map, the woman pulled out her water gun. It was painted black, with realistic silvery linings. She pointed it at the cashier. "You're getting robbed!" she shouted with sheer glee. She then turned to a man behind her "You're getting robbed!". Then, addressing the other 5 customers, she shouted "Everybody's getting robbed!". "Everyone lay on the ground and look in your wallets. Give me everything you have!"
The woman collected the money and ran out, squealing with delight. She estimated she must have collected about $1000 that night. She ran all the way to the hideout, where she saw Mario leaning against the far wall.
"I have the money, Mario"
He looked at her intently. She pulled it out and flashed the large wads of cash.
"Let's a gooo!" he shouted, jumping in the air and pumping his fist.
The two ran out of the hideout, making their way to Luigi's house.
They knocked on the door, Luigi, hidden in the shadows, opened it. He led them to the dining room, where Waluigi and Yoshi sat.
"Count it out" he said to the woman.
The woman laid the bills on the table, one by one. "900,950,970,980,990,995,996,997,998..." As she laid the last one on the table, her eyes grew wide. "999"
Luigi's eyes grew hard. "Oprah, your induction into the mafia was not sucessful. And since you have knowledge of our whereabouts and identities, we must dispose of you".
Oprah sat still, not betraying the fear she felt inside. "How about a deal, then?"
"What sort of deal?" growled Waluigi.
"I'll get you shrooms"
"Ok" said all the mafia in unison.
The end. |