The-Koopaling-Clan

The men's feet were caked in blood. My god, they were monsters. So it had come down to this. Here we stood, staring each other down across the bridge as boiling lava bubbled and hissed underneath us. I did what I did for my people. We had long ago been banished to the wastelands of our world, the Dark Lands. We were called ugly, repulsive, putrid names by the fungoids who dominated our world. They shunned us. Starved us. Tormented us. And then finally banished us to the farthest reaches of this hellish land, surrounded by magma and brimstone. We were outcasts and we were starving to death. My people needed a leader and I stepped forward to l

 "Dar he blows," Bully peered in from the hallway on King Koopa blowing his snout a second time. Having had so much on his mind, the mighty ruler yawned and stretched, giving a few quick yowls amidst his injuries. He prepared himself for a respite in Dreamland, hoping to forget about his Koopa Kids for a while. "That wasn't pretty," Kootie Pie commented, "But at least we can Koop out of Daddykins' sight." "Now to find da hangah," Bully suggested. "It should be straight ahead," Kooky pointed down the corridor, "If the Doomship's still there, we might catch Cheatsy with some luck." "I think we'll need..." "A lot more luck than that,"

What's the matter with the things they're doing? Can't you tell that they're evil deeds? If you're siding with a big bad villain Then you gotta follow his proceeds Now, they've been hiding in their own dominions When they came back, Nintendo went with new opinions So Miyamoto's sayin' that they're just Bowser's minions But they're still the Koopalings to me What's the matter with the styles they were sporting? Could you tell they were obsolete? Should they vitalize the old nineties culture When our lives back then were so sweet? Of course in all the games, you face 'em in a battle Read about 'em in the comics or the books with sightly prattl

 Chip and Sprinkles slipped through the gate and led the Koopalings, even Lemmy and Iggy, up the walk toward the mansion. The evening chill blew an hour early thanks to the late afternoon sun seeking refuge behind some gray clouds. The dead trees showed some signs of life, waving their branches to greet the first visitors on their property in nearly a century. Sprinkles climbed the rickety steps with her uneasy brother following close behind her. Now, only one barrier stood between the nine Koopas and a creepy adventure. "Knock on the door, Sis," Chip recommended to his twin who then pounded four times. "No one's home!" Lemmy exclaimed.

 Every house has its own history, no matter how big or how small. For inhabited homes, the accounts are the whole unvarnished truth but for deserted houses, rumors are spread from generation to generation. A haunted house, not like the kind you would find at an amusement park, may have enough of these stories to fill an entire library. Near the outskirts of Ronkoopama, opposite those of Bowser's Castle, the old Kooperspoon mansion sat there, perched on top of its spooky hill swarmed by dead trees. It begged to have its particular legend told once more and two young Koopas could not wait to satisfy its promise. Chip and Sprinkles gripped the

 The six Koopa Kids sat up on the mattress and faced their intimidating father. Just because he had been brutally beaten up by the Mario Bros. for the hundredth time did not mean they had every reason to be afraid. To his children, orders from an incapacitated Koopa struck more fear in their hearts due to his injuries delaying any potential disciplinary action. "Heh-heh, oh, how are you doing, Kaddydins, uh, Daddykins?" Kooky giggled and strained into a falsetto. Kootie Pie glared at him while the other Koopa Kids smirked, trying their best to keep a straight face. "I'm a little bit worse for the wear, my grisly grotesque little girl."

 "Would it bother you, Kootie Pie, to wear sneakers once in a while?" An exasperated Kooky lamented on his bedroom floor. He and the rest of the siblings in the lab unanimously decided to investigate Cheatsy's disappearance. They knew with his slick and snide personality, Kooky's reputation was at risk with another Koopa Kid's brain in the driver's seat. Kooky just wished he could walk normally for the time being. "Funny you should mention sneakers," Kootie Pie crouched down beside him, "Considering what one did to your body." "Don't remind me," A distraught Kooky mumbled under his breath as he was being helped up by Bully and Kootie Pie,

 Kooky gazed over at the sizzling remnants of the Brain-O-Matic Duplicator, having little time to assess the impact of his own failed invention coupled with Bully's zealousness. He turned just in time to see Hip, or who he thought was Hip, stretching his arms. Kooky walked, or rather wobbled around in Kootie Pie's high heels, to where he lay before tripping and falling flat on his face with a yelp. "Blech!" The petite Koopa Kid stuck his tongue out at Kooky, "This is the ugliest mirror I've ever seen!" "Oh no," Kooky squeaked, looking up at Hip, or rather Kootie Pie in Hip's body, like he would if Mario was about to jump on his head. "W