"So," Ridley said "what do you want?"
"I want 200,000 Big Macs, 1 billion coffees, 200,000 large fries, 1 million cokes and infinite happy meals!" Bowser Junior demanded.
"Ooh! That means lots of cardboard!" Ridley said excitedly.
"Yeah, yeah." Bowser Junior didn't care about cardboard as much as Ridley, so he only cared about his food.
"I think we're near a McDonalds!" Ridley announced. "I'm gonna land in that park below us!"
"Hurry up! I'm hungry!"
"Hold on tight!"
"Nah." Bowser Junior boasted. "I don't need to!"
"I'm probably going to crash land..." Ridley warned
"Don't care."
"Okay!"
Ridley did a flip so that he was vertical in the sky. Then he folded his giant wings back and fell really, really fast. Bowser Junior screamed as he found himself holding onto Ridley's tail.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed.
Just as Bowser Junior thought he was going to die, Ridley flipped again so that he was horizontal, and landed. Bowser Junior fell onto the grass and sat up with those anime swirls on his eyes. Ridley stood up and ran to the nearby bin. He stuffed himself with cardboard.
"Yumz! This is heavenly!"
Bowser Junior sighed at the sight before him; Ridley was meant to be taking him to McDonalds, not eating cardboard from a random bin.
"Well, I guess I'll walk around for a bit." The koopa prince muttered in annoyance.
Bowser Junior was under a tree. It was a very big tree with a big trunk. And the trunk had carvings. Bowser Junior was so bored that he read the carvings.
"Butt fartz?" Bowser Junior said uncertainly.
"Optimistic Charizard says 'be optimistic?' "
"Love hearts?"
"L+P=S+F?"
Bowser Junior sighed at Charizard's carving. "Obviously the work of Charizard..." and he sighed at that mathsy one as well. "Who the hell is L?"
He wondered for a second before realizing: "Lunette trying to ship Sóllilja and Falco again... But who's P? Ah, I don't care."
Suddenly, the birds stopped singing and flew away. Bowser Junior turned around- and saw a random old guy.
"Oh, an old man."
The old guy came closer.
"Run away!" a random kid screamed.
The old guy came even closer.
"We're doomed!" a random mole said.
The old guy came closer still.
Bowser Junior read one last carving: 'Beware of old guys'.
The old guy was behind Bowser Junior's butt, so he could smell his farts and do stuff.
"Who's there?" Bowser Junior asked bravely.
The old guy tapped Bowser Junior's butt and waved. "HI GUYS! I'M AN OLD MAN! YAY!"
"Oh! It's just a hobo!" Bowser Junior exclaimed.
"BYE GUYS!"
The old man left- or so Bowser Junior thought...
Ridley finally came back to Bowser Junior. He had a piece of cardboard in his mouth. "Hi kid! Let's go to McDonald's and get your food! Then we can go back to the mansion and I can eat my cardboard cake! Yay!"
"Hurry up already! Take me to McDonald's!" Bowser Junior ordered.
They walked out of the park- and Bowser Junior's butt was visible to all. What was so important about his butt? It had bite marks...