Mary awoke in an ornate room adorned exclusively in pink. Her heart dropped as she regained her bearings. This must have meant she was in an entirely different game than her son, and that she had subjected herself to a similar transformation for nothing.
Looking around, she realized that the pink room was in some sort of castle, with the surrounding scenery a series or rolling hills with several odd structures of bricks and boxes, many of which seemed to float in the air. As she passed a full length mirror, Mary noticed something odd about her reflection.
Taking a more direct look in the mirror, she saw her clothing, from her pants to her blouse, had turned a pink similar to the room's decorations. The only article of clothing not changed in color was the arm length glove she had put on.
Before she could think about this first change for too long, the wall behind Mary exploded. Emerging from the resulting hole came several strange creatures, brown blob things with feet and eyes and toothy mouths. Behind these came some sort of bizarre cross between a turtle and a dragon, a creature with a red mane and a spine covered shell.
The turtle dragon scanned the room, spotted Mary, and emitted a series of rumbling roars that Mary could somehow understand as a coherent language. "You are not the princess," the monster observed.
"Princess?! N-no, I'm not any sort of princess," Mary replied, feeling a mixture of terror and bewilderment.
The turle dragon paused to think. "Well, I suppose you'll have to do then. Goombas, seize her!"
