Mario Mario awoke from his dream in a cold sweat. he turned to his brother in their Bert and Ernie-style bed, "Luigi, I just had the weirdest dream. We were talking like morons, and then we owned a pizza stand, and then beach volleyball or something," Mario began to falter a little with his description. "Mario," Luigi Mario replied, "go back to sleep. It's two O'clock in the morning. I told you not to make that special pizza. Now you're paying the price. Don't drag me down with you." With that, Luigi turned back around and returned to his own dream. Mario was still a bit unsettled, though. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and leaned onto his knees with his elbows. "We haven't done anything interesting around here for a while" he thought to himself, "maybe we should organize a building-wide tournament. We'll call it... Mario Golf? No. Mario Tennis? No. Mario Kart? Don't have go-karts. Mario Strikers? But what would that even be?" Suddenly Mario stood up, pulling the sheet completely off of his brother, "I got it! Mario Volleyball!" he cried. "Mario!" Luigi yelled, "Go back to sleep, you horrible, horrible person!"
