The pipe that Bowser entered lead to an underground infrastructure made out of complex of tunnels. The brown walls of the pipes were full of decaying rust and filthy mold. In the middle of pipes a repulsively green water, containing variety of quite repugnant and unsavory stuff, slowly flown across it. The flowing fluid was accompanied by sidewalks on both sides, on which rats, filled with fleas, quietly crawled on them. Ceilings occasionally had steel manholes on them, some of them closed and some of them open. The open manholes were the only source of this garbage infested series of corridors. Each of the manhole had a rusty ladder beneath them, so that anyone who enters the sewers could go out of them. Anyone could get lost in this foul scented labyrinth made out of filth-filled pipes.
One of the pipes intersected the path of a drain that leads to the unknown. The pipe itself lead to a surprisingly clean wall. It seemed like somebody actually took time to rub all the trash on it. Suddenly echoing screaming of Bowser could be heard from that pipe. Due to velocity he was launched out of the pipe, crashing directly into that wall. The wall was left will a deep mark of Bowser's entire body on it with few cracks aside. Not much time has passed and Bowser already fell of the wall and hit the floor hard. He quickly got up and looked around the place.
"WHAT IS THIS PLACE? IT'S DARK AND….OH CRUD!..." he said as he covered his nostrils with his hand.
"….it also STINKS!" he added to his own comment.
He walked on the sidewalk of the tunnel, looking at what sewers offered him in disgust. Bowser was also covering his nose all the time due the ghastly scent of sewerage. Bowser reached the right turn of the sidewalk as he saw something in the water. There were a dead goldfish, empty turtle shell and a can of soda slowly floating on the greenish liquid. Bowser just stared at it in shock.
"Well...I'll pretend I have never seen that." he said before he continued walking in his own direction. His stomps could be heard from anywhere in the sewers, despite that he walked quite silently for his standards. He had a scowl on his face due this place not living up to his grandiose expectations.
"How am I supposed to get an army in a such place like THIS? Nobody even lives here!" he thought out loud. He continued walking as he encountered rats on the other sidewalk. Brown, dirty rodents quickly fled away at the sight of the stomping Bowser. He looked at them squeaking away, both disgruntled and disappointed at the same time.
"What can you even do with the army of RATS? NOTHING I SAY!" Bowser talked to himself again. He uncovered his nose so he could inhale some air, but he quickly put the palm on his nose back. He coughed just enough that he didn't spit fire.
Suddenly slightly loud footsteps could be heard. Bowser stopped as he looked at the both sides, searching for the source of the echo. The footsteps were getting louder and louder.
"WHO IS IT? WHO'S MAKING THIS NOISE?!" asked Bowser in panic as he put up his fists up. A silhouette of a man in the hat appeared in the lit area of sewers. It appeared that he hold a gun in his hand. When Bowser saw the shadow of the gun, he clutched his fists and prepared the fighting stance. The silhouette was getting bigger as the unknown man approached further. At this point Bowser was imitating a professional boxer, performing various rolls of punches in the thin air. The shadowy person stepped out of the corner. The man had a navy blue tuxedo and stylish silk trousers of the same color. Underneath the tuxedo he had a plain white shirt with black buttons. He also wore a black tie. On his head there was a navy blue fedora that he wore it for some reason. He hold a quite large silver revolver with the black handle in his left hand. The man had a plain white, expressionless mask on his face. The masked man approached Bowser slowly. Bowser still had his fists up in the air, prepared for the combat. The man put his fancy revolver in his left pocket. Both of them stared at each other while not making a single movement. The man looked around for a bit.
"Well then….that's not somethin' you see everyday." said the man to himself. He stepped closer to Bowser, but still far enough so that Bowser's arms could not reach him.
"Smells good, doesn't it?" he said to the combat ready turtle as he was his old friend.
WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT THIS PLACE SMELLS GOOD?!" shouted Bowser at the man.
"….Oh this is gonna be a fun individual…." sighed the masked man as he put his palm on his mask in disbelief.
"I STILL HAVEN'T GOT MY QUESTIONS ANSWERED, YOU MASKED FANCY PANTS!" shouted Bowser once again.
"Why don't you introduce yourself first because I have no idea what the hell am I lookin' at?" groaned the man in the tuxedo.
Bowser put his hand on his chest like he was just shot in the heart. He said: "What are you looking at, you say? I'll tell you what are you looking at!".
Bowser dramatically raised his arm up as he was preparing for his speech. Then he continued: "You are looking at none other than ME, THE EMPEROR OF EVIL, THE PROFESSIONAL KIDNAPPER, THE SCOURGE OF MUSHROOM KINGDOM AND THE SWOON MASTER, REGENT OF ROMANCE, BOWSER! I AM THE MIGHTY RULER OF MY OWN KINGDOM, WHERE I LEAD MY OWN INCOMPE…..I MEAN FRIGHTENING ARMY! And let me tell you this! There is no other person that's greater than ME!"
The man just stared at him in utter bafflement. He then looked at the floor for a bit, thinking about what will he say to Bowser.
"Half of what you just said was comprehensible." said the masked man.
"Huh? I thought I was loud and clear! Do I need to explain it again!?" said Bowser as he angrily glared at the man.
"Look, I get the picture. Your name is Bowser and you're from some kingdom of mushrooms. No need for further explanations. I'm a busy man so I gonna make this quick." said the man very calmly as he grabbed his revolver, just so he could spin it on his index finger.
"Busy with WHAT?! Spinning that thing on your finger?" asked Bowser.
"Nothin' for you to care about. Anyway, I go with the name of…..George." said the masked man while doing a gesture similar to shrugging.
"...That's it?" asked Bowser, once again slightly being underwhelmed by his expectations.
"Yes, that's it. I have no time for the kitschy nicknames." said George bluntly as he put his revolver back in his pocket once again. Bowser frowned as he heard that.
"Follow me if you even wanna survive here." requested George. Bowser willingly, but not very happily followed George.
"...What a killjoy..." thought Bowser to himself, being disgruntled again.
George and Bowser were now walking towards the unknown destination as the measly rats ran away from the sight of them. The repulsive water accompanied the rustic sidewalks. Bowser was looking around the tunnel with an utter disgust while George hasn't even flinched about the things happening near them. There was a lot of trash floating on the water.
"Man, how do you even get used to a such a DISGUSTING place as this?! Yuck!" asked Bowser as they were currently walking.
"Simple. You just do after some time." shrugged off George.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST DO?! WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!" shouted Bowser as he glared at George.
"Enough to be considered a valid answer." bluntly said George as Bowser glared at him even more but he couldn't come up with anything else.
"You are being cheeky with me, aren't you?" said Bowser as he lifted his index finger, indicating that he might beat up George.
George just ignore Bowser's threat. After minutes of snooping around the sewer, they have finally stopped at some corner with a rusty, rustic door on it. George seized in his right pocket and found a rather antique looking key ring with five keys on it. He used one of the keys to open the door. Bowser looked at what was George doing with no particular interest, but it piqued once he revealed what was inside that room.
The room had a big gramophone inside it. The left wall was plastered with vinyl records of various jazz, blues and swing musicians. The gramophone near the left wall was playing a smooth melody of swing. The walls themselves were unusually devoid of any mold and rust. There was also a shelf on the right wall. Shelf was full of perfumes. Under the shelf there were wire hangers, all of them had the same navy blue suits that George was wearing. For some reason there was a wardrobe opposite the door, but it didn't had suits inside them. A Thompson submachine gun was lying right next to the gramophone, possibly loaded.
"If you lay a finger on anythin' here, I'll shoot you and throw your corpse in the water." warned George, pointing his gun at Bowser's face.
"Shoot me? Now that is just RUDE! I mean I just come here and you already want to get rid of me?" said Bowser, outraged by George's threat and trying to push away his gun.
"….Didn't you heard "If" in my statement?" glanced George at Bowser, being a bit baffled by his reaction. He put his revolver back in his pocket.
"STILL! Anyway there's nothing really THAT fascinating here…..." said Bowser. George glared at him for quite some time and tried to reach for his revolver once again before restraining himself to do it.
"….except that…..whatever that THING is over there. It looks like some kind of…..weapon." said Bowser as he pointed at the SMG.
"...Tommy?" asked George, also looking at the gun.
"WHAT?! What do you mean by that his name is Tommy? WHY IS IT CALLED TOMMY?!" shouted Bowser once again, exhausting George more and more.
"…..Do I have to explain everythin' to you? I mean you have your own eyes, damn it." groaned George but at the same time not being angered by Bowser's words.
"Considering that I JUST ARRIVED HERE, knowing absolutely NOTHING about this world and what things is this world gonna throw at me, YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD! NOW EXPLAIN ME WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THIS "TOMMY" CONTRAPTION!" said Bowser as he vigorously pointed at the Thompson again. George looked at the Bowser and put his palm on his face in total embarrassment. He knew that he couldn't insist on his stance because of the bombastic turtle man.
"Fine," said George, slightly hesitant, "I'll explain it to you. I normally wouldn't do this under normal circumstances, but,' with a pause, George took a good hard look at Bowser, and continued, "You're not normal circumstances. You're mental."
George walked up to the Tommy gun and picked it up. He cleaned the dust off of it. He walked closer towards Bowser, so that he could show him the gun in detail. Bowser looked at the gun as he was scratching his chin, showing some kind of interest. Bowser also raised his thick, orange eyebrows.
"This is what I call "Tommy gun". After displayin' your overly zealous interest of the origin of such nickname, I feel like I should mention that's it's actual name is Thompson submachine gun. It owes a lot of other nicknames but I stick to the classic one. It used to be a sight of terror in the city back in my day..." explained George before he got interrupted by Bowser.
"….What do you mean by "back in my day"? Are you saying that…..you're old? YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A BEARD!" asked Bowser as he pointed at George, suspecting him of something. George just stared at him before he looked at his gun again.
"Come to think of it I have not seen anything resembling a skin on him. It could be that he's just dressed so ridiculously." Bowser thought to himself.
"...So in the drum magazine there are around 100 rounds of .45 ACP cartridges, which fire with the velocity of the 935 feet per second. It shoots 1500 rounds per minute, enough to leave a man ridden with bullet holes. For such a fire rate it is surprisingly accurate for a submachine gun, which makes it even more favorable. It has been used in various confli..." George continued explaining before he got interrupted again.
"BAH! THOSE COMPLICATED WORDS! IT MAKES MY BRAIN HURT!" screamed Bowser as he shook his head with the help of his hands.
"Bloody hell, do I have to go full layman on you?" silently groaned George as he put his hat all over his mask in utter shame before putting it back on his head. Bowser looked at him with a confused look on his face.
"Look...This is a Thompson gun or Tommy whatever you wanna call it. It fires many bullets at the very high speed accurately. Bullets are kept in the barrel. It is also a well liked gun because it gets its job done. Capisce?" said George calmly but frustration could be heard from his voice. He was also shaking the gun for a bit.
"...YEAH! I think I get it! It's a gun that shoots very fast and that it looks weird!" said Bowser as he pointed his index finger to the ceiling.
"Bravo, you get it." said George in a complete deadpan tone. He put his gun next to the gramophone, where it was before.
"...Although I do have few more questions…." said Bowser.
"What?" asked George.
"In your weapon thingamajig talk you mentioned some kind of city, haven't you?" asked Bowser.
George was silent for some time. He didn't even move an inch. Bowser was just about to shout at him when George finally opened his mouth:
"Did you really believe that entire world is just this one specific sewer?"
Bowser's eyes have opened and his irises have shrunk at the realization. He walked near the water and stared at his murky reflection for some time. He took a deep breath.
"Great, now I feel stupid." said Bowser as he continued looking at his reflection.
"Under normal circumstances, I would called you an idiot, but given that you're completely out of this world in both literal and figurative sense, I shall give you guidance to the outer world. Do not overly rely on me though." said George, deciding to lend Bowser a hand. Bowser gladly took George's offer and grinned.
"GOOD! Now tell me what city were you talking about!" requested Bowser.
George looked up to the ceiling and sighed. He shook his head slowly and put his arms on his hips.
"You're….under the New York City." said George dramatically, lifting his arms like he was some kind of poet.
"WHAT?! NEW YORK CITY?! What happened to the old York!?" asked Bowser as he jumped back a little. It was not exactly clear to him what was George talking about.
"The city that never sleeps….." murmured George as he was day dreaming before snapping out of it. He then said: "Oh, York is far away from the New York City, so it shouldn't be your concern.".
"I MUST SEE IT IMMEDIATELY!" said Bowser as he tried to bum rush away from George's room, but George quickly appeared in front of Bowser and stopped him.
"Hold it, wiseguy. You ain't goin' like that in the public of New York." said George.
Bowser stomped in the fit of anger as he shouted: "WHAT'S THE PROBLEM NOW?! CAN'T YOU JUST BE SATISFIED FOR ONCE?!".
"Look, if you go like this you'll either get ridiculed, beat up by gangs or cops or both at the same time. Do you wanna that?" explained George, taking a deep breath.
Bowser has calmed down after hearing George's words. He pointed at him and said: "I'll take your word for it, since you know about this world, right?".
"I'll get you a some sort of disguise. You'll wait here." commanded George.
Bowser grumpily sat down next to the rusty door and crossed his arms. George walked in his room and picked one of his vinyls from the wall. He put the vinyl on the turntable of the gramophone and set the tone arm on the vinyl. It played one of the soothing tracks of jazz. The vinyl itself had so many songs on it that anyone could listen it for hours. Just as George set the music for Bowser, he almost tripped over his Thompson. He got his balance back quickly and continued where he was going: to the city itself.
"Ciao, Bowser." said George as he went on his journey. He has disappeared from Bowser's vision.
"You better be quick!" warned Bowser, juggling his finger towards the direction George went.
Bowser was sitting alone next to the door, staring at the other side. He sniffed the air and noticed something.
"Hey, it doesn't smell that much anymore…...maybe that George chump was RIGHT all along." he said as he stopped covering his chunky nose. "And the music is actually good too! That chump also has a decent taste in music too!"
"….but could he AT LEAST be quick enough?" he sighed as he continued staring at the wall.
After some time has passed, Bowser started observing the other side of the sidewalk. He noticed some rats crawling on it.
"One….two….two rats..." he pointed at them while nearly falling asleep at it. He suddenly regained his energy and stood up.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I'M DOING THIS! HOW COULD I, GREAT KING BOWSER, GO FROM CONQUERING TO COUNTING THOSE PESKY RATS!" he roared as he stomped with his foot, scaring the rats away from him. He growled as he sat down.
Even more time has passed as Bowser became even more impatient. This time he was walking in circles, tapping with his foot. However he has not said anything. He was growling in frustration.
Just minutes after this Bowser has finally snapped. His face was bloody red as steam came out of his nose. His eye was twitching rapidly. He stomped with his foot hard as he shouted for hundredth time: "WHAT'S TAKING HIM SO LONG!? COULDN'T HE JUST BE QUICKER WITH THIS?! ONCE HE RETURNS I'M GONNA-".
"I can hear you from here, you know…." echoed a familiar voice through the sewerage. Bowser shut his mouth and looked at the right side. George emerged from the shadowy tunnel, holding an enormous suit and a hat similar to his, but only brown instead. He threw the hat like a frisbee. The hat successfully landed on Bowser's head without him even noticing.
"Phew, I've got lucky that I've got this jacket in such quick time." said George.
"QUICK!? YOU CALL THIS QUICK?!" roared Bowser at George, desiring to strangle him.
"Well, it's been only one hour. In a city like this it could take an entire day to get anything." calmly explained George. He cleaned of his hat for a moment.
"One…..hour? ONE HOUR?! OOOOOONEEEEE HOOOOOUUUUUUR?! Then why did it feel like an ETERNITY?!" asked the startled Bowser. He jumped backwards a bit.
"Let's skip the trivial stuff and get to the real deal, capisce? Anyway, try this suit to see if it fits." said George as he offered the giant suit to Bowser.
"….Are people THIS big in this New York City?" asked Bowser as he looked quite worrisome at the suit.
"Yeah, you'll find a guy like this." answered George.
Bowser put on the offered suit on his body. The suit itself fit him quite well, although sleeves were sort of over-sized for him and the collar was comically large. It was big enough to cover most of Bowser's face. He walked to the water again to see his reflection.
"Woah, I look fancy! I feel like a true mobster right now!" mused Bowser as he made poses and flexed his muscles to boast about his appearance.
"I'll decide whenever you're a made man or not." said George bluntly.
"GREAT! Is it now time to go to this city already?" asked Bowser, trying to rush to his wanted destination as soon as possible.
"Do you need anythin' else before we proceed?" asked George before they went to their journey.
"Not at all!" said Bowser, thrilling with excitement.
"Then we go." said George.
Bowser and George walked away from the rusty door as they finally began their journey. They didn't go much farther from the door as they saw the ladder that lead to a closed manhole. The ladder itself was filled with rust and it looked like it could barely hold a very lightweight person. Bowser, without any hesitation, jumped on the ladder and started slowly climbing it. The ladder somehow hold off Bowser without any significant problems. George was looking at the Bowser while he was approaching the manhole.
"NEW YORK CITY! PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE RECKONING THAT IS BOWSER!" boasted Bowser as he raised his fist up to the ceiling. He removed the manhole cover by slightly lifting it and pushing it aside. He tried jumping directly through the manhole cover, but unfortunately for him he hit the underside of the taxi car. The car jumped a little due to the impact of the turtleman's head. The horns on his head penetrated the middle of the underside.
"Huh?! What was that?! Did the engine screw up once again?" panicked the taxi driver. The other drivers and the passenger of the taxi glanced at him like he was responsible for something.
"I knew I shouldn't have gone to that car repairing service. Fucking frauds." murmured the taxi driver before focusing on his objective.
After the impact Bowser fell from the ladder like a stone and hit the floor hard.
"OUCH!" yelped Bowser as he gave himself a pat on the head. George just walked towards him and shook his head.
"It always happens to rookies, so don't think you're first one to experience this." said George.
"Did this ever happen to you?" Bowser questioned George's statement.
"No." bluntly answered George.
"Hmmmpf…." quietly groaned Bowser at George.
They walked away from this manhole to search another one that would lead to a better location. It didn't take long that they found another one.
Bowser looked at the manhole with suspicion. George was just whistling around and standing still.
"Hmmm….are you sure that I won't hit my head again?" asked Bowser.
"Maybe." shrugged off George.
"….Do you EVEN KNOW where are we going?" said Bowser as he was done with George's attitude.
"Yes, I know every corner of this city. Stop askin' me about stuff like that." said George, shutting off Bowser once again.
"One more thing. Don't interfere with anyone's business. That's your only job for now." warned George before Bowser proceeded to climb the ladder.
Bowser looked at the ceiling again and climbed the ladder. Once he reached the top, he slowly moved away the manhole cover. He squeezed through the narrow manhole, but somehow he reached his destination. George quickly followed him, but unlike Bowser, he didn't have any problems going through the manhole.
"Well, here we are." said George.
"…..Woooaaaah." gasped Bowser, finally seeing New York.
Bowser and George stood on the sidewalk of the road filled with cars in lines, beeping all the way through. Multiple flats of various sizes accompanied the roads with an occasional skyscraper standing out from a distance. A view of the colossal bridge could be seen from their standing point. On the other side of the standing point a huge amount of skyscrapers could been seen. Every single parking place near any building has been taken by someone's car. It seemed like there was no end to this city.
"..It...is...so….so…..GIANT! I haven't seen such a HUMONGOUS city like this before!" said Bowser as his breath was taken away from the sight of the city
"And to think of it that it was much smaller in my day….barely any cars on the road..." daydreamed George once again.
"Are you being nostalgic for this city AGAIN?!" groaned Bowser at him. George snapped out of his thoughts and fixed his hat.
"...So where are we going now?" asked Bowser.
George looked to the both sides of the sidewalk and thought about what path should he pick. Then he said: "This way."
Both of them went to the right, walking along the sidewalk while breaking through masses of people. People avoided them due them smelling like urinated toilet water. Bowser was enjoying the view of the city while George was staring forward. Suddenly George dragged Bowser into the nearest and safest alleyway.
"Oh, forgot about somethin'." said George as he whipped out a perfume out of his pocket. He sprayed the perfume all over himself and Bowser. Now they no longer smelled like urine, but instead they smelled like a mixture of strawberry and peach. Bowser took a deep breath as he smelled the scent of the perfume.
"Ahh...finally something that smells good!" complimented Bowser. After being done spraying themselves they continued on their journey.
The journey consisted of aimlessly wandering around the streets and avenues and not doing much. Bowser was once again looking at the buildings as the cars passed by, honking all the way through. He was thinking how would New York look under his rule. People were still avoiding them despite both of them not smelling awful anymore.
"What's the deal with people now!? We don't even smell THAT BAD!" complained Bowser.
"That's just your typical day for citizen. Avoidin' others while mindin' their own business. Now let's do the same, shall we?" shrugged off George. They continued the exact same thing as they did before: wandering aimlessly around.
Suddenly something has struck Bowser as their journey took a pause. Bowser's stomach growled as if it desired something. George glanced at him as he was weirded out.
"BAH! I DESIRE SOMETHING TO EAT!" shouted Bowser as he stomped with his foot.
He looked around the place. Luckily for him he found a small pizzeria just right next to him. A pizza delivered stepped right out of the pizzeria itself. He was holding six boxes of pizza. Bowser's hunger and desire to snatch the pizzas intensified. He was attempting to sneak behind the deliverer but poked his back and said:
"Don't.".
Bowser stopped this time but his desire was growing stronger and stronger. However his resistance quickly fell off due him succumbing to his hunger. He once again tried to sneak behind the deliverer once again but George stopped him, repeating his words once again:
"Don't".
Bowser also stopped again, but his desire overwhelmed him once again. Not even George could stop him now. He sneaked behind the pizza boy and poked him on his back. The pizza deliverer turned towards Bowser and being surprised at the size of the "person" who poked him.
"Yeah?" asked the pizza deliverer, not knowing what will happen to him next.
Bowser snatched all of the boxes in one swipe with one hand and and punched the pizza deliverer in the stomach, sending him across the street before crashing in the watch store. His impact broke the glass wall of the stole and potentially some of his bones. The public panicked at that event, running all across the street.
"W-W-WHAT?! WHY IS EVERYONE RUNNING AWAY NOW?!" screamed Bowser at the crowd.
"You idiot." sighed George as he covered his mask with his hand.
Suddenly an African American middle aged man ran near them and said to the public:
"Woah! He stole that guy's pizza!"
Just after he said that, the sound of sirens engulfed the whole street. George looked at the source of sound in dismay.
"The cops..." whispered George.
"THE COPS?! WHAT TO DO NOW, GEORGE?!" panicked Bowser as he was shaking his pizza boxes.
George said no word as he started sprinting away from the incoming policemen. Bowser, despite holding six pizzas in his arms, caught up to George, even outrunning him for a bit. George was startled for a short amount of time because of Bowser's velocity, but he regained his composure quickly. After running for quite amount of time, George stopped at the black, vintage but clean looking Jaguar Mark 1 sedan. He brought up his keys and looked for the right one. It was the golden key that could unlock the car. He opened the car's door and starting pushingBowser inside of it, but due to Bowser's size it took rather long to get him inside.
"C'mon, get inside already and don't destroy any equipment in it. I've got it from the black market. This is where all of my money flourished…..again." complained George as he was ramming in Bowser, just so he could get inside the Jaguar.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT THE CAR IS SO SMALL! YOU COULD GET AT LEAST A BIGGER ONE!" shouted Bowser while he was nearly in the car, but still stuck.
By the time George actually managed to get Bowser inside the car, the police has arrived on the scene with their sirens blasting through the street. George jumped inside the car and started up the engine. They drove off as quickly as possible, but the police already saw them trying to escape.
Jaguar Mark 1 was driving at the high speeds while barely avoiding other cars to the point some of them receives some slight scratches. Three police cars were following just right behind them.
They were driving closer to the intersection with even more cars in front of them, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green. However they had no such time for inconveniences like this, so they drove right between cars in the line.
One of the cars was that taxi. Just like the others it was standing in the line. The driver was pressing on the horn due sheer frustration.
"C'MON MOVE ALREADY!" screamed the driver as he was slamming his fist on the handle. Suddenly the taxi got slightly bumped by the ever accelerating George's car. The driver exploded in anger as he smashed his fists on the handle, possibly damaging it.
"LOOK WHERE YA DRIVIN', YA FOOLS!" screamed taxi driver at them just before one of the police cars accidentally crashed in him, causing a domino effect of crashes.
George opened up the window before they turned to the right direction of the crossroad. He pulled out his silver revolver out of his pocket. Just as they turned right, he shot at the police car that was attempting to ambush them on the other side. The bullet penetrated the window and hit the policeman in the lungs, mortally wounding him. Bowser gave him a weirded out look.
"So what now?" asked Bowser.
"Drive around until they get tired. It usually worked whenever I did that." said George as he blew off the tip of his revolver.
"….THAT'S NONSENSE! WHY WOULD YOU BE DRIVING AROUND IN THE CIRCLES ENDLESSLY?! IT'S LIKE A WILD GOOSE CHASE BUT WE ARE THE GOOSE!" shouted Bowser
"...Oh yeah forgot to put in equation that I was once heavily armed with my associates on my side...but what's your idea then?" said George in a kinda condescending tone.
"….GETTING OUT OF THIS CITY, THAT'S WHAT!" said Bowser.
Something has dawned upon George. Something that he thought he would never do.
"….Leaving New York City? But..." murmured George as he covered his mouth with his hand.
"YES! YOU HAVE TO LEAVE IT! LOOK, I'VE HAD TO LEAVE MY OWN KINGDOM TOO….not that I had any other choices...DO YOU REALLY WANNA JUST LIVE IN AN ENDLESS CYCLE OF CONSTANT FAILURE!? IT IS TIME TO MOVE OUT!" said Bowser.
"….For once you are right..." said George as he picked up the old looking phone that he had secretly inside the car.
"Wait, you have your own henchmen? NICE!" said Bowser as he pumped up his fist.
"Don't get too excited about them." warned George.
"Hmpf. Let me guess…..They're incompetent fools who always screw up your plans that you have been working on for a long time and make you look like the dumbest chump on the planet?" claimed Bowser.
"Oh please…."incompetent" is too kind of a word to describe them." said George as he typed on the phone.
"Whelp...there go my hopes." grumbled Bowser grumpily.
It rang for a bit before he managed to get the call.
"Hello? So where are you two?….So we meet each other at…..Capisco." talked George to the unknown caller before putting the phone down.
"We're gonna go to the port. We got a ship reserved." commanded George.
Bowser gave a thumbs up in understatement. They were still evading police cars from before. This time four of them followed. George was shooting from the left window. One of the bullets hit one of the police car's left tire, causing the car to severely decrease speed. Other police cars were desperately avoiding the bullets.
After some time of the chase they have finally arrived to the coast. Unlike the other places this part of the city was not as crowded. On the other side of the parking lot there was a port filled with ships of many kind. They parked their car near the rusty but quite large fishing boat with cranes standing from it. However the police has already caught up with them. George and Bowser stepped out of the car and walked towards the boat, but Bowser has stopped and looked towards the policemen.
"Hey, what are you doin' ?" asked George, being concerned about Bowser screwing up the plans.
"GWAHAHAHAR! Don't worry, George. I got this. I'm gonna show here who's the REAL TOUGH GUY! " he reassured as he stepped closely to the police cars. Policemen have stepped out of their vehicles with guns pointing at Bowser.
"FREEZE!" shouted one of the policemen.
Bowser cracked his knuckles right in front of them. He took a deep breath and spat out a small fireball at one of the police cars, engulfing it in the flames. Some of the policemen were set one fire because of it and they all panicked in terror.
"BWAHAHAHAHA! SEE YA LATER, CHUMPS!" laughed Bowser maniacally as he lifted Jaguar Mark 1 and jumped right on the ship, causing it to shake a bit. George stared at Bowser in total silence, being stunned by his actions. He put the car on the deck without any serious injuries. After both of them removing the ropes that were keeping the ship in the place, they have sailed off away from the mainland.
After some time they have distanced from the mainland so much that the only things visible are the highest of skyscrapers and Statue of Liberty, but they weren't done with the nuisances yet. Some kind of vehicle followed them just when they thought they escaped.
"BAH! WHO'S BOTHERING US NOW!?" shouted Bowser.
It was a small red and white boat that was following the big rusty ship. It was driving right next to them but just few meters behind.
"Coast Guard? Never thought I would have a problem with them." said George.
Bowser walked near the Coast Guard and boat and tried to fend it off: "GO AWAY! SHOO! SHOO!"
The boat has not responded to Bowser's threats. In sheer frustration he spat some fireballs at them, intentionally missing them because he was just trying to scare the follower. The Coast Guard boat quickly sailed somewhere else, not wanting to risk it's life because of some turtle firing at it.
After some time both of them looked upon the skyline of New York City.
"Woah….even from afar….it still feels so big." commented Bowser.
George sighed in melancholy and stepped near the edge of the boat, looking at the New York possibly for the last time.
"Goodbye, New York….City that doesn't sleep….."
