"Well... here we are." Dry Bowser stated to Toadsworth and Petey Piranha as they looked around, being in the middle of Amity Harbor.
"My word! You really think we'll encounter a great white shark here?" Toadsworth asked Dry Bowser as he was getting out the fishing supplies, being prepared for the worst as they were on a boat similar to the ORCA.
"Of course we will. Sharks just love to gather around here for some reason." Dry Bowser stated as he rubbed his boney chin. "Our only thing that we need to know is when old Bruce will strike..."
The boat then began to rock violently, with Toadsworth screaming as he held on tightly to Dry Bowser. The two then glared at Petey Piranha, who was trying to get something from an angler fishing rod above.
"Sorry." Petey Piranha apologized as he came back down, sitting on the small wooden bench installed. "I couldn't help myself.
Toadsworth sighed as he wiped his brown mushroom cap with a towel, while Dry Bowser rolled his eyes at the mutated piranha plant, who shrugged in response.
Meanwhile, in the murky depths of the salty seawater was a familiar sight - a giant, blue colored Great White Shark, heading straight for the boat, thinking of it as a good target to prey upon.