You were hard at work in the local garages, tuning up karts, fixing exhaust pipes, sealing fuel pipe leaks, and buffing the bike’s paint jobs. It was a nice job, especially now that the karting tournament has gone world wide. You were just working on the brakes of a kart when somone pulls into the shop and parks their kart.

You see a short man with brown hair, red shirt, blue overalls with gold buttons, a red cap with an M, brown shoes, and a thick, black, curly moustache. By lord almighty, that’s Mario! THE Super Mario in your garage. He looks at you with his chipper smile and walks over.

“Hey Pisano! Mind-a tuning my-a kart? I hit a pretty nasty bump and loosened a tire.”