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Walter Melon was known for his bright smile and quirky ideas. He was a hero for hire, always ready for an adventure. His best friend, Bitterbug, was a bit more grumpy but smart and creative. Together, they made a great team. One day, while they were enjoying a quiet afternoon at their favorite café, a strange portal opened up in front of them. Before they could react, two famous figures jumped through – the Super Mario Bros, Mario and Luigi. "Help! We need your assistance!" Mario exclaimed, sounding worried. "We are trapped in another dimension, and we need you to take our place!" Walter's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? You mean we get to be heroes and save the day?" Luigi nodded. "You must look after Princess Peach while we figure out how to return. King Bowser will try to kidnap her." Bitterbug grunted. "This sounds wild, but it could be interesting." With a nod from Walter, the two agreed to take on the job. The Super Mario Bros gave them their iconic red and green hats and after a quick training session, they looked the part. Then they rushed to the Mushroom Kingdom. As they entered the kingdom, they were greeted by bright colors and cheerful music. Walter was instantly excited, while Bitterbug tried to keep a serious face. They made their way to the castle, where Princess Peach lived. "Hello, Princess Peach!" Walter said cheerfully. Peach looked up from her flowers. "Oh, Mario! Luigi! You are back so soon!" she smiled, unaware it was not the real Mario Bros. "We’re here to protect you," Bitterbug said, doing his best to imitate Luigi's cheerful voice. Peach was happy but didn't notice the slight weight gain of her new "friends." They began their duties immediately. Together, they crossed paths with Toad, who was busy picking mushrooms. "Hey, Toad! How are things?" Walter asked, trying to act casual. Toad tilted his head, noticing the difference in their mannerisms. "You seem... different. But that’s okay! We have a big party today!" Walter and Bitterbug exchanged nervous looks. "Party? Shouldn't we be on guard?" Bitterbug asked. A horn blew, and Princess Peach announced, "Everyone! Join me in the castle courtyard!" So, the heroes decided to follow her. They all gathered in front of the castle. The music played, and everyone danced and laughed. Walter was enjoying himself, but Bitterbug was less enthusiastic about the festive atmosphere. Suddenly, the ground shook, and King Bowser Koopa appeared! Sneero, his voice deep and heavy, roared, "I will take Princess Peach!" Walter leaped forward, "Not on our watch, Bowser!" Bitterbug panicked, trying to remember his training. He grabbed a nearby mushroom and threw it at Bowser. "Take that!" Bowser laughed, but it distracted him enough for Walter to dash forward, using a move he had seen Mario do – the Super Jump. He hopped up high and landed in front of Bowser. "You will not win today!" Walter shouted, feeling braver than ever. Bowser frowned, "What? You are not Mario!" Bitterbug used the moment to jump into action. "No, but we're better! Prepare to fight!" An epic battle began, with Walter dodging flames and Bitterbug trying to use power-ups that the Mario Bros had left behind. The castle courtyard was filled with chaos as Toad and the other residents cheered them on. Walter and Bitterbug worked together, timing their moves perfectly. Walter jumped over Bowser, while Bitterbug threw another mushroom that expanded in size, knocking Bowser backward. Bowser growled, "This is not over!" and retreated, leaving the heroes victorious. The crowd cheered! Princess Peach clapped her hands, "You were amazing, Mario and Luigi!" As they soaked in the praise, Bitterbug whispered to Walter, "I think we should keep things moving. What if Bowser comes back?" "Good point," Walter agreed. "We must keep Princess Peach safe." The next day, they had to act like the Mario Bros again. They began their chores, helping around the kingdom. Walter went to the Mushroom factory to pick some delicious mushrooms, while Bitterbug took care of the castle gardens. They soon received word that Bowser was planning another ambush. This time, they needed to set a trap. Walter and Bitterbug formulated a plan. They gathered Toad and other friends, explaining, "We need to catch Bowser off guard!" Toad was excited, jumping up and down. "What can we do?" Walter smiled. "We’ll set up a decoy! Bitterbug can use his gadgets to create something that lures him." The team worked together, building an enormous pizza pie that looked too good to resist. Hours later, Bowser showed up, eyes wide at the sight of the pizza pie. "Pizza! Delicious!" he roared. Just then, Walter and Bitterbug jumped out from their hiding spot. "Boo! Got you this time, Bowser!" Walter yelled. Again, they used teamwork to chase Bowser away from the castle. With quick thinking and some well-timed jumps, they made him retreat once again. After everything calmed down, Peach thanked them. "You’ve saved me more than once!" she said, smiling. Walter beamed. "It was all part of the job!" After a few more days of hero fun, the Super Mario Bros finally returned from their dimension. "Thank you for everything!" Mario said, clapping Walter and Bitterbug on the back. "Yeah! We couldn’t have done it without you!" Luigi added. Peach looked puzzled. "Was something different about you two?" Walter and Bitterbug exchanged worried glances as she continued, "You seem a little… bigger. Did you eat too much?" Bitterbug mumbled, "Just a bit of extra pizza." With laughter, they said their goodbyes and returned to their usual lives. Walter turned to Bitterbug and grinned. "What an adventure!" Bitterbug huffed, a smile creeping onto his face. "Yeah, it was fun. But let’s stick to our dimension next time." As they walked away, they both knew they would always remember their time as heroes in the Mushroom Kingdom. They were ready for whatever adventure came next.

In the vibrant town of Tijuana, Mexico, summer was in full swing. The streets were alive with colors, sounds, and scents of local cuisine. Among the many tourists enjoying their time was Jake Anderson, a cartoonist known for his quirky characters and funny stories. Jake had come to Mexico for a break, hoping to find inspiration for his next comic book. Jake loved to unwind, and he had a bit too much to drink at a lively bar one night. He laughed with the locals, danced with the energetic crowd, and felt free for the first time in months. As the night wore on, he met Isabella, the beautiful daughter of a notorious drug kingpin named El Diablo. Isabella was charming and full of life, and before Jake knew it, they were inseparable for the night. The next morning, Jake woke up with a pounding headache and a heavy heart. He quickly realized that he could not remember much from the previous night. The room around him was unfamiliar, decorated with vibrant colors and artisan crafts. As he sat up, he noticed Isabella sitting across the room, smiling at him. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said playfully. "Um, what happened last night?" Jake asked, scratching his head. Isabella giggled, "You don’t remember? We had an amazing time. You made me laugh, and I thought you were really cute." Jake smiled sheepishly. The chemistry was undeniable, but his heart sank as he remembered that this was not just a dream vacation; he had a life to get back to. Suddenly, Isabella's expression changed, and she looked serious. “Jake, there’s something we need to talk about,” she said, biting her lip. Jake felt a twist in his stomach. “What is it?” “I might be pregnant,” she whispered. The world around Jake spun, and he felt like he was going to faint. He had always been careful, but after that night of impulsiveness, things were very different. “What do you mean?” he stammered. Isabella explained her situation. “My father is El Diablo. If he finds out about this, he will not be happy. He has a reputation to uphold.” Jake’s heart raced. He wasn’t sure how serious Isabella was about this, but he knew one thing: he needed to leave Tijuana now. “You can’t just run away,” Isabella said, her voice shaking. “You must marry me. It’s the only way to avoid my father’s wrath. We could have a Mexican shotgun wedding.” Jake’s mind raced. Marriage? He hardly knew her. They had spent a single wild night together. But the look in Isabella's eyes convinced him that this was no joke. “What happens if I say no?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She frowned, “Then my father will come for you. He doesn’t take betrayal lightly. You don’t want to cross him.” The gravity of the situation weighed on Jake. He had never been in a situation like this before. A sense of panic took over, but also a flicker of bravery. Maybe this was an odd chance to find a new path in life, even if it was unplanned. “Okay, let’s do it,” Jake finally said, his heart pounding. “I’ll marry you.” Isabella’s face brightened, and she jumped up with excitement. “Thank you! We need to hurry and get ready. My father is in town for the next 24 hours, and if he finds out before the wedding, it could be disastrous!” The couple rushed to a nearby church that had a beautiful altar adorned with flowers. As they entered, they met Rosa, the priestess who ran the small chapel. Rosa was skeptical at first but sensed the urgency in their eyes. She agreed to help them, knowing the dangers they might face. Jake couldn’t shake off the feeling of absurdity about the situation. He was a cartoonist who doodled funny sketches, and now he was about to be married in a rush to a woman he barely knew, the daughter of a notorious drug lord. As the minutes ticked away, they practiced their vows together. Isabella was radiant, and for a moment, Jake forgot about everything. He found himself captivated by her spirit and her laughter, the way she lit up the room. As the ceremony began, Jake's heart pounded in his chest. It felt surreal, standing there with Isabella, who looked gorgeous in her simple white dress. They exchanged vows, promising to support one another in this unexpected journey. Just as they were about to finish, loud footsteps echoed outside. Rosa gasped, “It’s El Diablo! He’s here!” Jake's blood ran cold. He could hear the voice of a man commanding respect, and the atmosphere turned heavy with tension. Isabella and Jake froze, and the priestess tried to barricade the door. “Isabella, I need to speak with you,” El Diablo’s voice boomed from outside. “Go on, I’ll handle this,” Isabella whispered urgently to Jake. “Just stay behind the altar.” Jake nodded, hiding behind the large altar as he held his breath. He could hear their conversation clearly. Isabella defended their union passionately, trying to convince her father that Jake loved her and that they would make a good family. A tense silence fell for a moment before El Diablo laughed heartily. “You really think you can marry a lowly cartoonist like him? Do you not understand the consequences?” With courage, Jake stepped out from behind the altar. “With all due respect, sir, I love your daughter,” he asserted. “I may be just a cartoonist, but I want to support her. I’ll protect her at all costs.” El Diablo stared at him, his expression unreadable. The room seemed frozen in time. Then, much to Jake's surprise, El Diablo grinned widely. “You speak boldly, boy. If you truly love my daughter, then you have my blessing.” Jake couldn't believe his ears. Suddenly, the tension shattered into laughter and relief. El Diablo then turned to Rosa, “Finish the ceremony.” With a sense of disbelief, Jake and Isabella exchanged vows once more, this time with the full approval of her father. It felt like a surreal fairytale, one that no cartoon could ever depict as vividly as he was living it. As they stepped out of the church as husband and wife, Jake realized that sometimes, life takes you to unexpected places. He had come to Tijuana searching for inspiration, and instead, he found love. And in the strange way fate worked, he had gained a new family too, one that was wild and colorful, just like his cartoons. In that bustling Mexican town, under the warm sun and surrounded by cheers, Jake knew that he’d found a new canvas for his life’s story, bursting with adventure, love, and unexpected joy.

Italian Translation: Vestiti di vendetta, lo spettacolo deve iniziare, Dipingi il tuo sorriso, lascia che il caos vortici. Allacciati il corsetto, l'ora, vicina, Don Machete soffocher, con la sua gioia. Bottoni di furia, seta intrisa di dispetto, Curve come un pugnale, fianchi troppo stretti. Rideva del mio dolore, ora pianger della mia commedia, Il burattino diventa il padrone oggi. Ridi, Don Machete, finch respiri, Il tuo finale scritto sotto la mia manica. Il sipario caler, le corde si spezzeranno, E io prenderò il mio inchino... con un tuono. English Translation: Dress up in vengeance, the show must begin, Paint your smile, let the chaos swirl. Lace up your corset, the hour is near, Don Machete will suffocate with his joy. Buttons of fury, silk soaked in spite, Curves like a dagger, hips too narrow. He laughed at my pain, now he will cry at my comedy, The puppet becomes the master today. Laugh, Don Machete, while you breathe, Your ending is written under my sleeve. The

Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful young queen named Snow White. She was loved by her people and cherished by her husband, King Charming. Their kingdom flourished with happiness. Yet, behind this joy, Snow White carried a heavy heart, especially thinking of her past with her wicked stepmother, the Evil Queen. After the Evil Queen’s demise, Snow White thought she had put the dark memories behind her. But one warm afternoon, as she was cleaning the dusty attic of the castle, she stumbled upon an old, leather-bound diary. The cover was worn, and when she opened it, she gasped. It belonged to her stepmother. Curiosity filled her heart. Snow White decided to read the diary, hoping to understand the complex woman who had caused her so much pain. With every page she turned, the secrets of the past began to unfold—secrets that tied her stepmother to her own mother, whom she had lost when she was very young. Snow White found the first entry dated many years before her own birth. It spoke of the Evil Queen’s dreams of a perfect kingdom and her deep desire to have a child. As Snow White read, she felt a strange connection to the woman she had thought was nothing but evil. She learned that her stepmother had a younger sister who had once been very close to her. They had shared dreams and laughter, but jealousy had crept into their lives when a handsome prince noticed only their elder sister, the Evil Queen. The entries told tales of friendships and rivalries, joyful moments, and deep sorrow. Snow White was surprised to discover that her biological mother had once been friends with her stepmother. Together, they had laughed in the sun and shared secrets. However, their paths diverged when their ambitions clashed. Her mother had wanted love and happiness, while the Evil Queen had turned to darkness to fulfill her own dreams. Snow White felt a twinge of sadness. It was hard to believe that the woman who had tried to take her life once had a heart that could love. Those entries poured out feelings Snow White had never thought she would read. This newfound understanding stirred something inside her. Days passed, and Snow White continued to read the diary, revealing more about the Evil Queen's relationships with various characters in the kingdom. She wrote about the Magic Mirror, who was more than just a tool of vanity. According to the diary, the Mirror was once a loyal friend. The Queen spoke to it about her dreams, her fears, and her loneliness. The friendship turned sour only when the Queen’s desperation for beauty became overwhelming. Snow White approached the Magic Mirror, which still hung in the castle’s chamber. "Tell me more about my stepmother," she asked softly. "What was she like before darkness consumed her?" The Mirror flickered with a soft glow. “Queen Snow White, your stepmother was once filled with dreams like yours. But jealousy transformed her. She couldn’t accept that beauty is more than a reflection; it lives in the heart as well.” Still seeking answers, Snow White invited the huntsman, a man who had once served the Evil Queen, to share his stories. He recalled the Queen fondly as a wild girl who roamed the forest, speaking to animals and enjoying the beauty of nature. “She loved the forest,” he said, tears welling in his eyes. “But then, she wanted to control it, to make it her own.” Snow White learned that the Evil Queen had shared a special bond with the Seven Dwarfs as well. They were once her friends, not merely subjects. But when she became obsessed with power, she betrayed them. The Dwarfs had felt sorrow and betrayal but forgave her as true friends do. They always hoped to bring her back to the woman she used to be. As she pieced these stories together, Snow White gathered everyone who had once been part of her stepmother’s life—the huntsman, the Dwarfs, and even the Prince’s parents. They gathered in the castle gardens, which were beginning to bloom again with life. “Today,” Snow White began, “I want us to remember the Evil Queen not just as a villain but as a woman who dreamed of love and beauty. We all knew her in different ways. What do you think we should do?” The huntsman spoke first, his voice strong but gentle. “She deserves forgiveness. Her heart was once pure.” “Let’s plant a tree here,” said Dopey, one of the Dwarfs, “to symbolize new beginnings. It can grow just like we can as people.” Snow White smiled. “A tree it is then! A tree for hope and healing.” Together, they planted the tree, speaking kind words about the Evil Queen as they placed the soil around it. As Snow White looked around, she saw the connections form between those who once feared and loved her stepmother. Laughter broke the heavy silence as they shared stories of old, forgetting the bitterness of the past, and recognizing the lessons hidden within the pain. Months passed, and under the warmth of the sun, the tree grew tall and strong, its branches reaching out just as the friendships blossomed in the hearts of Snow White and those around her. The Evil Queen's diary remained a symbol not just of darkness, but of understanding and growth. One quiet evening, as Snow White sat beneath the tree with King Charming, she whispered, “I think the Evil Queen would be proud of this.” King Charming, who had loved Snow White for her compassion, replied, “She would have admired that you chose love over hate, Snow. You have turned darkness into light.” And together, they watched as the leaves danced in the wind, knowing they had found peace in understanding and forgiveness. The kingdom thrived, not just in joy but in wisdom, nurturing friendships that could heal even the deepest scars. And so, with every turning of the seasons, the story of the Evil Queen transformed, leaving behind a legacy of love and lessons, and a new tree that stood sturdily as a reminder of love’s enduring power.