

Once upon a time, there was Goomba City. I'd say that there were about five thousand of them around one country. People would never go there, not even Bowser because it stunk so badly they didn't even have any bathtubs. The Goombas were so lonely, they didn't know what to do. They got an idea.
"Let's play Playstation 2."
"Oh yeah, we have to buy a Playstation 2."
"But there is no such thing as a Playstation 2!"
"Enough with the Playstation 2, twits!! You're so foolish, you should be ashamed of your fine little selves!"
"You don't even remember which one's your wife, because all the Goombas are all the same ones."
"I should be foolish."
"You're even more foolish than the average Goomba, and you speak Italian like Mario, and you say 'Blah blah blah blah blah', 'Mama mia'."
"I'm afraid I do."
"And you don't have any money to buy a toilet, so you just go in the bush."
And then, someone came to Goomba City. His name was Loco.
"Who are you, idjit?"
"I'm a little boy," said Loco.
"You don't look like one."
"Well, I am a little boy."
"Shut up, idjit!"
"This place stinks," said Loco.
"Oops," said one of the Goombas. "I haven't bought a toilet yet."
"You should've bought one," pointed out Loco.
"With what?!" asked the Goomba.
"Money," said Loco matter-of-factly.
"What money?" asked the Goomba.
"
THAT money!" said Loco.
"Where is the money?" asked the Goomba.
"You pogo stick, it's right there, you're sitting on it!" said Loco.
"You're right, something does feel a little hard under my butt. Oh, what's this?" asked the Goomba, feeling under his butt.
"It's a dime!" yelled Loco.
"What's a dime?" asked the Goomba.
"It's a round circle dime that's silver!" exclaimed Loco.
"How much does it cost?" asked the Goomba.
"Ten cents," said Loco.
"Is that a lot of money?" asked the Goomba
"Not really," said Loco.
"Ten dollars is a lot of money, but is ten cents a lot of money?" asked the Goomba.
"
No."