Dry Bowser was brushing dust off his bones with Toadette farting in the background as the two were enjoying a day off from adventuring, when a Hammer Bro came rushing towards the two. And how did a Hammer Brother turtle find the duo relaxing at the Dolphin Shaols.

"Hey! I need your help!" The Hammer Bro exclaimed as he was panting, sweating after having dashed all the way to the tropical wet cove full of splashing dolphins.

Dry Bowser turned his skull to face him, relaxing on one of the smooth soaked rocks that was dipped within the shoals. "Why would you come to us when there's plenty of heroes here?"

"Because I don't want that smelly old plumber. I want someone else!" Hammer Bro shouted as he raised his hammer in his hand.

Toadette was fanning her farts away as she turned her fungi head to the hammer wielding member of the Koopa Troop. "Wait, you want someone other than him?"

"Uh, yeah. Most of us don't even like the guy," Hammer Bro pointed out.

Dry Bowser sighed as he folded his bony arms. "Fine, but don't you dare make this more obnoxious than it needs to be."

"Great! Follow me!" The Hammer Bro exclaimed as he proceeded to chuck various hammers towards the northern direction, with Dry Bowser and Toadette looking at each other.

"I guess he thinks hammers are a good indicator of direction!" Toadette giggled above her bubbly flatulence.

It was going to be one of those days.