Dry Bowser sighed as he was racing around in a pipe framed kart, with the watchers cheering him on as he was going through the tropical Koopa Troopa Beach.
"These people are always intrigued by me." Dry Bowser muttered to himself while drifting around on the sand, approaching the bend around the bay. "What is it about me that captivates people? Is it my skeletal looks that make people think I'm cool? Or is it because I look derivative of my relative?"
Dry Bowser didn't have much of a chance to say anything else as he turned his skull to see a winged spiny blue shell head towards him, with the skeletal reptile using a super horn to get rid of it as he continued on driving, much to the joy of the viewers.