Fleeting Fashion

“I MUST have this dress!” demanded Wendy.

“But dear, it costs 1000 gold coins!” cringed Bowser.  “Wouldn’t you rather have a different dress?”

“I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!!!” shrieked Wendy.

“Please reconsider,” pleaded Bowser.

Wendy dropped to the floor and threw a tantrum.

“All right, all right!” surrendered Bowser.  Wendy got up and smiled, and Bowser went and paid for the dress.

That was Monday.

By Tuesday, before she had even worn the dress, Wendy decided it was out of fashion.  She dragged Bowser to another store and requested another dress.

“I MUST have this dress!” demanded Wendy.

“But dear, it costs 2000 gold coins!” cringed Bowser.  “Wouldn’t you rather have a different dress?”

“I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!!!” shrieked Wendy.

“Please reconsider,” pleaded Bowser.

Wendy dropped to the floor and threw a tantrum.

“All right, all right!” surrendered Bowser.  Wendy got up and smiled, and Bowser went and paid for the dress.

That was Tuesday.

By Wednesday, before she had even worn the second dress, Wendy decided it was out of fashion.  She dragged Bowser to another store and requested another dress.

“I MUST have this dress!” demanded Wendy.

“But dear, it costs 3000 gold coins!” cringed Bowser.  “Wouldn’t you rather have a different dress?”

“I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!!!” shrieked Wendy.

“Please reconsider,” pleaded Bowser.

Wendy dropped to the floor and threw a tantrum.

“All right, all right!” surrendered Bowser.  Wendy got up and smiled, and Bowser went and paid for the dress.

That was Wednesday.

By Thursday, before she had even worn the third dress, Wendy decided it was out of fashion.  She dragged Bowser to another store and requested another dress.

“I MUST have this dress!” demanded Wendy.

“But dear, it costs 4000 gold coins!” cringed Bowser.  “Wouldn’t you rather have a different dress?”

“I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!!!” shrieked Wendy.

“Please reconsider,” pleaded Bowser.

Wendy dropped to the floor and threw a tantrum.

“All right, all right!” surrendered Bowser.  Wendy got up and smiled, and Bowser went and paid for the dress.

That was Thursday.

By Friday, before she had even worn the fourth dress, Wendy decided it was out of fashion.  She dragged Bowser to another store and requested another dress.

“I MUST have this dress!” demanded Wendy.

“But dear, it costs 5000 gold coins!” cringed Bowser.  “Wouldn’t you rather have a different dress?”

“I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!!!” shrieked Wendy.

“Please reconsider,” pleaded Bowser.

Wendy dropped to the floor and threw a tantrum.

“All right, all right!” surrendered Bowser.  Wendy got up and smiled, and Bowser went and paid for the dress.

That was Friday.

By Saturday, before she had even worn the fifth dress, Wendy decided it was out of fashion.  She dragged Bowser to another store and requested another dress.

“I MUST have this dress!” demanded Wendy.

“But dear, it costs 6000 gold coins!” cringed Bowser.  “Wouldn’t you rather have a different dress?”

“I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!!!” shrieked Wendy.

“Please reconsider,” pleaded Bowser.

Wendy dropped to the floor and threw a tantrum.

“All right, all right!” surrendered Bowser.  Wendy got up and smiled, and Bowser went and paid for the dress.

That was Saturday.

By Sunday, before she had even worn the sixth dress, Wendy decided it was out of fashion.  She dragged Bowser to another store and requested another dress.

“I MUST have this dress!” demanded Wendy.

But this time Bowser was in a bad mood from an encounter of the Mario kind.  “Not a chance!” he hollered.  He flew home on his doomship without giving Wendy time for a tantrum.

On the way back to the castle, Bowser decided that he would not waste the dresses.

Later that day, all the Koopalings, except Wendy, who was still trying to get home, reported to dinner.  Bowser was amused to see Larry, Morton, Iggy, Roy, Lemmy, and Ludwig wearing one of Wendy’s dresses.  They were not amused.

“Is this legal?” asked Iggy.

“Just be glad that Wendy’s not here,” muttered Larry.  He remembered a picture Wendy had snapped of him and had blackmailed him for when he was not properly dressed.

“Just wait until that sister of mine gets home!” hissed Roy.

“Actually, I kind of like this,” decided Lemmy.

Larry, Morton, Iggy, Roy, and Ludwig glared at Lemmy and proceeded to beat him up.

The End

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