I am going inside to get a drink, stay here and watch the machine. Make sure nothing happens to it. At ALL costs.
Okay sir, I will sit here and watch over.
No, I couldn't of all silly things, I can't use the wings, master will find out, and he will be furious, but if I am quick...
I...I...I am going to do it. Besides, this won't take me long.
It was a sunny afternoon, when Leonardo and his assistant were in the yard.
Okay, I am going to do it, nothing could go wrong. 3...2...1....
As Luigi's master left, he felt something come over him. A jolt of temptation.
Put this here, stick this here, don't drop that... and done!
The more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself he would be able to get away with his plan.
Why hello, I see that you were gone for a little bit, and where were you and my invention?
As soon as his assurance came, so did the servants worries, but he knew it was to late to go back now. Then, he saw his own failure in front of his eyes, and knew that he had made one of the worst mistakes in his lifetime, and that he had to fix this.
Wha...Wha... what happend? Are the wings alrigh... No!! Its alright, It's alright, I can fix this!
Luigi knew his time was running out, so he quickly opied what he had seen Leonardo do the first time he made the machine. Though he could make a mistake, he would have to atleats get the machine get back into one whole again.
As soon as Luigi finished putting back together the flying machine, Luigi ran back home, and in the nick of time, he was there. Or so he thought...