Dry Bowser ate his chips as he was sitting around the Cinnibar Island, enjoying the waves splashing in as it was a quiet morning... until a red plane came crashing down, causing the entire beach to shake.
"Well it was nice while it lasted." Dry Bowser huffed as he got up and placed away his snacks within his charcoal shell, proceeding to go see what happened to the plane as he went around the giant volcano, with it being a quiet island as there were barely any buildings on it besides the usual Pokemon Center and PokeMart.
Several fire type Pokemon were observing the crashed plane as Dry Bowser approached him, poking at it using one of his more fragile bones as he placed it back into his hollow rib cage, rubbing his bony chin.
"Hmm. Wonder who was piloting this thing..." Dry Bowser muttered as he noticed the footsteps dashing towards an entrance into the volcano. "...That might lead to somewhere."