Princess Peach Toadstool and Toad were at the entrance outskirts of the Bo-Bomb Bay, heading towards the pond first as they spotted a fishing area. Toad noticed a strange figure sitting down by the pond, and he was extremely curious as he observed the strange object closer to identify it as... a yellow-shelled Koopa Troopa with an old, wooden fishing rod.
"Hey, turtle boy, what are you doing here all by your lonesome?" Toad asked with curiosity, his hands behind his back.
The Koopa turned around to see Toad, and he shrugged. "Oh, I'm just waiting for the fish to pick up. It's been nearly eight hours since I've last been here," He simply explained as he let out a casual sigh.
Peach gasped, covering her mouth in shock. "Eight hours? Oh dear, you poor little thing..." She crouched down next to the Koopa, asking in a sweet voice, "Do you need something to eat or drink, perhaps?"
The Koopa scratched his chin, thinking. "Hmm... well, not really." He shrugged. "I managed to survive just sitting in this one spot for twenty eight years. Heck, this place is technically my home, since I always go inside my shell to do my private business, sleep, and what not. But, since you put it that way..." He closed his eyes and thought briefly, opening his eyes and grinning, "I have plenty of sandwiches for me to eat if I ever get the need to eat to restore my energy, but since you kind folks want to be helpful, why don't you get me a Bo-Bomb Blast Juice from Bo-Tender's Bo-Bomb Bay Bar? I'm sure Bo-Tender himself will be happy to let you two in..."
Toad snickered. "Bo-Tender... is this story going to have more bad puns of names and objects in the later chapters?" He asked with a sly smirk as he was grabbed by the arm by Peach, who scolded him for the nasty remark and the two companions headed off towards the bay-centered victorian village as the yellow-shelled Koopa Troopa continued fishing.