The beautiful Toro is loose in the cranberry bogs...Mario busy, here's another story!

Look here is a history story about when I discovered what my father, Portabello Rigatoni, does for a work occupation! Frightening day for little Mario, but he did learned from the precious experience. Enjoy!

The seasons pants Mario was on the fire. Of a good manner. Of a manner pleasing. Mario was excited. Required mother Mary to Mario to awaken and to receive itself ready. Mario needed not the call awakens. Mario was awakened. Mario was dressed. It carried a beautiful knot butterfly around his neck. It carried garters. It resembled a million dollars. Today was a special day. Today Mario would become closer with Portabello. His father. Today was "Take your son to the working day".

Mario brought down while slipping the stairway ramp. "Hello the father!" Mario said. It kissed the right Portabello on the mouth. "Mario, we must go, we have a long day in advance of ourselves!" Portabello said. "Good-bye Mary! I bring to my son to work. We will paint houses now. Because that what I do for a job. I paint houses. Anything not else!" Portabello said with a drop of sweat on his forehead. It blinked eye to Mario. Mario knew that his father did not paint houses. It agreed with the thing.

Mario and Portabello climbed in the car (teleportation the artifice). Right away they were pulled to the hell. "Today we will buy some souls." The demon Portabello Rigatoni said. The member of Mario spread itself to wonderful lengths. Not poorly for a préadolescent. "That what soul we will buy, the father?". Mario asked.

Portabello rubbed itself its hands together. "There is a boy that wants special strengths. His house is Italy. I will give him these strengths, in exchange for the precious soul." Portabello said.

Portabello was ignorant of a single detail. Eight years ago it had done the making love to a woman in Italy. She gave birth to a child following the sperme of Portabello. She called the boy Mozzarella.

Eight years ago later, on "take your son to the working day", Mozzarella contacted the demon, it said that it wanted strengths. Portabello did not know: Mozzarella already had strengths. More strength than the Demon himself. The young boy had a project.