Dry Bowser looked around as he opened his eyes further, rubbing the back of his head as he stretched his bones.
"Ragh... whatever happened to me must have been one hell of a party. Or disaster, knowing me and my luck."
"Yabba dabba whoa, get a look at this guy, Barn!" Fred Flintstone exclaimed as he pointed at Dry Bowser, with him and Barney Rubble coming back from going bowling for the night. "Looks like one of those tar pit monsters come to life!"
"Yeah, I think he was from that one movie that had Rockzilla fight against his cousin," Barney stated as he chuckled, opening his eyes. "Ahehehe! He doesn't look all that well!"
Dry Bowser squinted his eyes as he placed his bone hands on his bony hips. "Hey! I am not a movie monster! I happen to have transported from a different universe! I'm Dry Bowser..." He then noticed the bowling balls the two cavemen had, rubbing his chin with his right hand. "Hmm... say, are you two familiar with baseball...?"
"Oh, we do that quite regularly." Fred chuckled as he wrapped his right arm around Dry Bowser. "I'm going to guess that you do plenty of sports. Say, would you want to come bowling with us?"
"If it'll help my baseball skills, sure." Dry Bowser reluctantly agreed, with him pulling out a wooden baseball bat as he was willing to practice right there and then.
Fred and Barney shrugged as they looked at each other, proceeding to grab a rock and use it as a baseball as they chucked it at Dry Bowser, who swung and caused the baseball to go high into the sky. It hit a flying Pteranodon, who was not pleased with this turnabout as he screamed angrily and chased the cavemen and Dry Bowser, poking all three of them continuously.