Kuramafangirl: THANK YOU! Lol. Your review made me feel so pleased with myself. :D The power of reviews!

LORDLUFFY07 OF THE MERRY GO: You seem like somebody I would be very good friends with, Moon Unit. :D Lol.

Daisylover555 – Sad to hear it, because Maira's based off of a friend of mine. Anyway, she'll appear later again.

"Hello, my adoring fans!" Daisy smiled liltingly.

It was a few days later. (Her show didn't air on weekends.) The studio was empty. But this didn't faze Daisy!

"Today, we're going to interview the prodigious Bowser! Now doesn't that make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? Because he'll be setting your insides on fire!"

"He he he," Daisy said nervously under her breath. She had blocked off the studio entrance, so nobody could come. Bowser had sent her death threats for inviting him onto the show on a Saturday morning, but had decided to show up anyway. Here he came now.

The floor quaked with each step that Bowser took. Two Toads (since it was unsafe for Luigi and Mario to be working) carried a large chair onto the set for Bowser to sit in. The chair was an super-large armchair, black with yellow flames emblazoned across the arms and the back.

Bowser, disgruntled, burst through the curtain, shouting at the top of lungs.

"RAWWWWWWWR!"

"I'm glad to see you too, Bowser," Daisy muttered underneath her breath. Outwardly she reapplied her lipstick and smiled dazzlingly at Bowser. "Hellllllooooooo, Bowser!"

Bowser grunted and took his seat. His spikes cut into the flesh of the chair.

"Owch," said the chair.

"So, now that you're here," Daisy said, looking around uneasily. Not a single fan sat in the seats. Perfect. "So, now that you're here," she repeated, "let's start with the questions."

"Why, certainly, my good chap!" Bowser said in a rather bad British accent.

"o.O Uhm… You're British?" Daisy asked, amazed.

"No, actually I'm Aussie, but that's quite all right. I've lived in England. That's where I took Peach after I kidnapped here for the third time." Bowser sighed happily. "Such memories!"

"Ok… so… what's your favorite food?"

"Pocky," Bowser answered immediately. Daisy blinked. "I also like spaghetti and meatballs."

"Uhm… your favorite drink to go with it?"

"Diet Pepsi, or Diet Sprite Zero. Gotta watch my figure, you know." Boswer took an apple out of his pocket, polished it with his hand, breathed on it, and bit into it. Then he took out some nail polish and started applying it.

Daisy flipped. "Uh, where did you get that?"

"Oh, a friend."

Peach stuck her head through the curtain. "Daisy, have you seen my—BOWSER! My… Oh, my gosh! MY NAIL POLISH!"

"RAWR!" Bowser stood up, grabbed Peach, and ran with her being smuggled under his clawed arm.

Daisy stared. "Um…?"