Petey Piranha was flying over Seaside Hill, overlooking the tropical beaches and the bright blue ocean as he dove through the large, white puffy clouds, the sun brightly shining yellow rays down on him. Petey dove through the clouds, heading straight towards the ocean's surface, plunging below the waves. Several seconds later, Petey emerged out of the sea, going right through like a rocket as he headed for the puffy clouds again, going right through them with relative ease. Dry Bowser and Toadette were watching Petey's flying antics on the tallest cliff in Seaside Hill's northern part.
"Golly, he sure does love flying," Toadette admitted, her hands behind her back as she smiled in admiration.
Dry Bowser chuckled, his skeletal arms folded as he turned his head to Toadette. "Well, he loves life and enjoys it to its fullest. He makes every single day, every single hour, every single minute, every single second, and even every millisecond count." He turned back, watching Petey dive through several more puffy clouds. "It's part of his charisma. He relishes the thrill of living."
Petey can be heard exclaiming with joy as he turned around several times, getting nice views of the bright blue ocean and the bright blue sky.