"It has to be around here somewhere..." Chrom stated as he was looking around the grassy fields, with the sunset beginning to give way to the night in Ylisse.

Dry Bowser sighed as he was looking at a map, shaking his skull as he glanced back up at Chrom. "Look, I don't think we're going to find those fish sticks you keep talking about. We're not even near a body of water-"

"NO! We must get those sticks of fishy goodness, no matter the cost!" Chrom snapped as he slammed his sword into the grass.

Dry Bowser sighed as he brushed back his red hair, rolling his eyes. "Well if you insist, prince..."

Dry Bowser and Chrom have been looking out for fish sticks ever since the prince of Ylisse found the skeletal reptile roaming around the sacred land. Dry Bowser pointed out why the swordsman was by himself, who responded in great detail that in the name of chrome, he would find what he craved the most... fish sticks.

"Is there anything that makes them so precious to you?" Dry Bowser asked as he followed Chrom closely, who managed to pull his sword out of the grass after several tries, with the moon shining down on the field.

"The fish have helped keep be sane and give me wisdom when I need it the most. It also helps my chrome, which I keep a nice collection of." Chrom pointed out as he then stopped, sniffing the air. "I smell it... the delicious fishy stink!"

"...you're pretty weird, you know that right?" Dry Bowser pointed out as he placed away the map, folding his bony arms together.

Suddenly a giant lone fish stick landed on top of Chrom, with Dry Bowser being blown back into a rock, breaking into various scattered bone pieces as a result. Chrom squealed as he hugged the enormous fish stick tightly, while Dry Bowser used his black magic to place himself back together. Of course, what seemed like a dream for the prince quickly turned into a nightmare... as much smaller fish sticks began raining, all of them being too hot to handle.

"Yeowch!" Chrom yelled as he was attempting to catch the falling fish sticks, burning his hands as a result. "I can't have these sticks of fish! They're too hot!"

"Of course you would say that..." Dry Bowser grumbled as he noticed a fish stick landing on his hair, burning it as he clenched his fists. "All right, now I'm mad." He then bellowed as he not only shot some electricity with his one hand, but blasted out purple flames at the fish sticks, using his other hand to chuck several fragile bones at the incoming fish stick rain.

It was gonna be a long night...