"So uh…"

"We can hide behind those mountains! Now shut up, and hold my ramen!" (Chisaku, isn't that your ramen? My ramen! Bow-Bow! Kill him for me!) Well, one guy's frantic. "Go! Gogogogogogogogogogogogogooooooo!" A sudden 'thud' crushed not only the ground but the hopes and dreams of the moles. "...oh no."

"We've done it now, haven't we?"

"Nice knowing you, pal."

"GRAAAAAAAAGH!" With the flames of a thousand suns and a little bit of indigestion, and a malice full of revenge for the sake of Chisaku's ramen, Bowser unleashed a torrent of fire and death and even more indigestion upon the train.

"OW! HOT! HOT!"

"YOU'RE OVERCOOKING THE RAMEEEEEEENNN!" Does this guy only care about his ramen? At a time when he's being barbequed like a delicious pork? (You're drooling.) I know.

"Something smells good." Bowser caught a whiff.

"We're...we're alive?" The Monty Mole let a sigh of relief, as if he had just finished a buffet. "We were ALMOST a buffet!"

"Huh. Oh well." Bow-Bow pulled the spiked cuffs around his arms down, using them to protect his hands as he grabbed and broke off the spiked defense hill beside him. "Time for skewers!" Mm, Monty Mole Kebabs… Maybe we could try Montilari, or Creme Mole? (Oh god, now you're making me hungry. Is my ramen ok? I'm pretty sure most of that smoke is coming from your ramen. NOOOOO! MY RAMEN!) The spikes on the...metal stake(?) lanced through the smoked train, a nice and steamy atmosphere wafting out like a beautifully cooked steak. Mmm, steak… "Huh, I'm using a stake for what could be a robot's steak."

"Ow! OW!" Ooh, clean cuts on the arms. Maybe we can roast those later, or I can make a nice stew.

"Guh… We still have more in us! Now! When he's not paying attention!" The train slipped past the gigantic Koopa King, chugging along into the next hill. "SUPER MECHA GRASS HILL ROBOT G**DAM RIP OFF! GO!" Up stood the hill, arms sprouting out.

"Huh, looks like you guys like veggies raw." Bowser smiled, his stomach growling like a bear before hibernation. (Hi-bear-nation? De-Temmie-Nation?) "Personally, I prefer them grilled!" Yikes, the indigestion is back for another round. Turn up the heat, Bowser! Get them outta my kitchen! (Can we have that chef guy who has all the Yuu's fired? Draco's cue… Wait, I don't have anything clever to say. Sh**! Isn't sh** why that dude shouts that he'd fire the other chefs?)

"Yikes, the train's overheating in here!"

"He's microwaving us!"

"He's giant! How could he be micro and waving at us?!" ...ok. "Look! Those are Lord Fawful's rain clouds, right?! We can get them to help us!" Don't his need spices to be created? So in a sense, you're sauteing your own robot. "Shut up with the food jokes!" Not until I can chill with my food while watching some movies.

"Oh, hey, maybe some water might be able to cool you down."

"Wait, Bow-Bow!" A sudden voice came from within the giant's belly.

"What do you want, uh… Cloudwalker?"

"We've already won this fight." The stomach dweller declared… Wait how? The train is still kind of intact and whatnot. "I know a guy. A guy with a very peculiar set of skills. Skills that make him a nightmare for people on trains. He will find them. And he will kill them."

"Goodness!" The younger Cloudwalker shuddered a bit. "That's so morbid coming from you, sis."

"Well, he does like to make a mess sometimes."

"WHOA! WHO'S THIS BREWSKY?" A sudden and startled voice from inside the train called out. "Who are you and what do you- HOLY OW!" Holy ow? "Gbleh!"

"NOOOOOO! MY NARDS!" What the hell is going on in that train?!

"It's the Rail Tracer, I tells ya!" Cloudwalker explai- Wait… He exists?!

"AAAAAARGH! NOOOOOO! DON'T SPILL THE RAMEN!" (MY RAAAAAMEEEEEN! Geez, dude, calm down. I'll buy ya another one. Okay.) Well that was fast. "YOU'RE EVIL! EVIIIIIIILLLLL! Grrr… Hableh!"

"..."

"..."

"...They dead yet?" Cloudwalker! "What?" Too soo-

"All in a day's work." What the hell? Who is that? "The big palookas have been taken care of, as you asked." It's the Rail Tracer! "I'll be going now."

"Cool." And with that, the older purplehead hung up the phone she was apparently using.

"So… I didn't even need to become a giant then, did I?"

"No, not really."

"Then why-"

"I thought it'd be cool."

"...She's right, it is kind of cool." Starlow's right. It is kind of cool.

"Sis and Starlow have a point. It is really cool."

"Whatever! Let's see what's left of 'em." The burly turtle dragon thing… I bet you would make a delicious soup. "Shut it!" Right. The big turtle dragon dude… I wonder what the meat would taste like… My mouth is watering just thinking about it… "Narrate, Damn It!" Right, right! So, the koopa king grabbed the roof of the train and tore it off with his… Meaty… Undoubtedly delicious arms.

"Nah, his arms are so burly, they'd be way too tough to chew on. Now the belly? That part's soft and it's got plenty of juicy fat to it. That's the part you really want to go for." I did not think of that. Thank you for enlightening me, Ms. Cloudwalker. "Anytime."

"Stop talking about eating me, you freaks!" Maybe we could even rework the shell into a nice little bowl. I'm in need of some new china dishes. "I swear, I will… The heck is this?" Now that the train's roof was missing, Bowser peered into the train to find… A single bottle of wine…?

"Wine from Vino… Eh. Eh. See what I did there?"

"I saw it, sis." Get a room you two. "Wha- I jus- I don't-"

"So… That's it?" Bowser stared blankly for a moment. "Huh. Well, time to go…" His stomach growled again, body shrinking back to its normal size. "Oh. Um…" And down went a falling Bow-Bow, flailing his arms uselessly.

"Should've eaten something, like pudding." CloudWalker added on their way down, gravity seeming to defy itself.

"SIS! WE'RE FALLING AND YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT THAT NOW?!"

"Yes, it's not all that bad, Bowser will land softly."

"HOW ARE YOU SO SURE?!"

Oh hey, what a conveniently placed pile of pillows. "Huh. There's a junkyard here?"

"...wow, Sis."

"Neptune magic!" And happily did she eat her pudding.

"So...now what?" Bowser stared at the train tracks. "Do I have to WALK back to my secret vault?" Yes. (Yes.) "Oh, come on!" Authors? (Fast forward time.)

"Welcome back, Bowser!" Oh hey, Private Goomba guy-dude-thing is here. "Don't call me a thing!" I wonder if he tastes like mushrooms? Ohh… "Keep this guy away from me."

"So… Right, there's the vault I needed." Bowser stepped over his mounds of gold and coins, leaning against his vault.

"Um… Mind sucking up some of that gold? We're strapped for funds." CloudWalker shouted up.

"Shush, I need to think about my combination!" Bow-Bow fiddled with the lock. "Um… 12, 28, 9, 10…?"

"You don't remember?"

"Chippy, quiet." His fingers twisted and turned. "14? 39?"

"We could check your brain, if you'd like." The younger CloudWalker added.

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

"Um...we're not saying anything, though." HIs minions clamored quietly amongst themselves. "Ok, well, I wasn't until now."

"Ugh… I don't remember."

"Thought so, Bowser." Starlow sighed.

"Find the combination." Bowser demanded.

"What was that?"

"Combination. Find it."

"Didn't catch it over your rudeness."

"...please?"

"Girls, let's get moving."

"YEAH!"

A/N(?)

Chisaku: Ramen, ramen~

Draco: Good stuff, yo. Aki seems to like it as well… Although it'd be nice if Trigoras could mind his table manners… Though I guess that's impossible for a three-headed dragon.

Chisaku: Well, at least we don't have to deal with an overrun place with all of the dragons… Or else that would be something...uh… Interesting, to say the least.

Draco: The only people who would come here despite all the dragons would be dragon hunters… Course if they hurt any of mine, I'd have to kill them.

Chisaku: I'd help you out there. Nobody hurts Fluffy.

Draco: Except maybe Aki… And Akriloth… And Dagron… Wow, my dragons really like sparring with each other… I am so proud!

(qwq)b