Fry Bowser and Dunky Kong
By Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus
Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: Switching the first letters between Dry Kowser and Funky Bong is pretty fun. Or rather, I mean to say Fry Kowser and Dunky Bong. Either way, enjoy, and yes, this is just an attempt to make Dry Bowser obsessed with french fries and Funky Kong attracted to donuts.
Dry Bowser and Funky Kong were both in Seaside Hill's Whale Lagoon racecourse, walking around it on foot as they were walking around the first wooden bridge up the hill. The two felt the sun's beautiful rays reflect on them, with the rays bouncing off of Funky's shades.
"You know, I'm kind of in the mood for some Dunkin' Donuts." Funky told Dry Bowser.
Dry Bowser folded his skeletal arms together as he murmured, shaking his head. "Well, I don't really care. I don't need to eat."
"Y-yeah, well..." Funky stuttered as he rubbed the back of his head with his right, burly hand. "I just like the satisfaction of crunching down on it. Helps the teeth get in motion, y'know?"
Dry Bowser stared at Funky as he moved his right skeletal hand about. "So, you really want to go get some donuts, huh?"
Funky nodded as he pointed at Dry Bowser.
Dry Bowser scoffed as he shook his head, closing his eyes. "If you insist, then fine. But I'm in the mood for something salty, myself."
"Then go get some french fries, man." Funky stated as he wrapped his left arm around Dry Bowser. "I know a nice McDonald's that is just north of here."
"Do tell." Dry Bowser commented as he and Funky Kong took the local water taxi, which was conveniently colored yellow, off of Whale Lagoon after running back down the wooden bridge, heading towards the main whale shaped island of Seaside Hill, with Dry Bowser looking to dine on fries while Funky rubbed his hands together in hopes of getting some donuts.