Toadette and Bowser Jr. were walking by the seashore, collecting seashells as they were touring... whatever. Bowser Jr. had Toadette down to seven cries, and with each passing moment, he was getting closer to his goal of... humiliating Toadette.

"Man, I remember when I did this with my mom," Toadette commented as she picked up the clams, looking at them as she placed them away in a wooden basket, "We use to come down here every Wednesday and Friday morning... good times..." She sniffled as tears of happiness began forming in her eyes.

A huge smirk appeared across Bowser Jr.'s grin. He pointed at Toadette's right eye. "Oh... look at this gem right here..."

Toadette gulped as she shook her head, gawked by Bowser Jr. intruding. She waved her hands frantically, replying hastily, "Wait wait, I didn't mean to cry there! I was just having nostalgic memories!"

Bowser Jr. chuckled as he wrote down in his pad. "Yeah... and that's number eight, missy!"

Toadette held her hands together, her lips trembling. "Oh Junior, you can't give me a break for even one moment... sniffle..." She started crying loudly, more tears coming down.

Bowser Jr.'s smirk turned into a huge grin as he wrote more. "And with this, comes number nine. Heh heh heh heh!"