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smashacademy2013-06-27 02:43 pm
ihateplumbers) wrote in smashacademy2013-06-27 02:43 pm
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Bowser hadn't had any fun in a very long time, besides finding ways to annoy that perfectly annoyable boy who always wore white uniforms. He wanted to spend some time having Peach bake him cakes and comb his hair and tell him what a big, strong, manly man he was, and after Doopliss had left him a box full of boos, he felt that he should at least get some fun out of them.
But he'd need a distraction to distract the others. So, he asked some magikoopas to magic him up a fake letter for Princess Peach, and to also give him their shed skin. He had it ground up (the skin, not the letter) into nice, white powder. Magikoopas were full of all sorts of magical whatever. This was probably going to do something. Probably. Whatever, thinking things through isn't Bowser's job.
He sneaked into the student kitchens, found Lyra's baking supplies, and dumped out half of a bag of flour into the trash and replaced it with Magikoopa powdered skin. Nobody would ever know the difference.
He then stuck a letter into Paraloser's delivery bag that looked like it had been originally addressed to the Mushroom Kingdom like two months ago. The letter informed Peach that she was this year's Humanitarian of the Year picked by the Fraternal Order of Fungal Brotherhood, and invited her to their banquet in her honor, to be held on the 27th. The day that Lyra was supposed to do all of her stupid baking.
The address would take Peach to an empty field in the Mushroom Kingdom. She would, however, be gone while the baking was going on, so there would be no chance that his beloved Peach would be contaminated by whatever it was that concentrated magikoopa would do. Bowser hoped it would make everyone nearsighted and obey his every command. But whatever. It'd do something, and in the confusion of whatever it was going to do, he'd kidnap Peach and nobody would be paying any attention.
But he'd need a distraction to distract the others. So, he asked some magikoopas to magic him up a fake letter for Princess Peach, and to also give him their shed skin. He had it ground up (the skin, not the letter) into nice, white powder. Magikoopas were full of all sorts of magical whatever. This was probably going to do something. Probably. Whatever, thinking things through isn't Bowser's job.
He sneaked into the student kitchens, found Lyra's baking supplies, and dumped out half of a bag of flour into the trash and replaced it with Magikoopa powdered skin. Nobody would ever know the difference.
He then stuck a letter into Paraloser's delivery bag that looked like it had been originally addressed to the Mushroom Kingdom like two months ago. The letter informed Peach that she was this year's Humanitarian of the Year picked by the Fraternal Order of Fungal Brotherhood, and invited her to their banquet in her honor, to be held on the 27th. The day that Lyra was supposed to do all of her stupid baking.
The address would take Peach to an empty field in the Mushroom Kingdom. She would, however, be gone while the baking was going on, so there would be no chance that his beloved Peach would be contaminated by whatever it was that concentrated magikoopa would do. Bowser hoped it would make everyone nearsighted and obey his every command. But whatever. It'd do something, and in the confusion of whatever it was going to do, he'd kidnap Peach and nobody would be paying any attention.
no subject
Binder full of recipes: check.
Bowls, baking trays, spoons, mixers, measuring cups and spoons: check.
Ovens set to preheat: check.
Tupperware containers, trays, and plastic wrap: check.
Aaaand ingredients? All gathered and stored beforehand, but it couldn't hurt to double-check they'd had enough. Chocolate chips, icing sugar, regular sugar, eggs, milk, butter, flour, baking sodas and powders, salt, all manner of fruits and spices and... man, the list of stuff felt about a mile long. Well, whatever, it all seemed to be present and accounted for.
Entirely oblivious to the switch that had taken place, Lyra concluded that this bake sale was totally set to go off without a single hitch.