Two weeks and five days have past since the incident with the swordfish. Only activities that the crewmen of the lonesome fishing ship did were fishing, bickering, sleeping, telling stories with each other and staring at the ocean. Somewhere between the 10th day and 12th day they crossed the Strait of Gibraltar, they reached the Mediterranean sea. Unlike the Atlantic Ocean it was exhaustingly hot and rather windy, but both of them had one thing in common: the journey of the both seas were largely uneventful. Then on the 19th day when they reached Adriatic sea, things seemed to change.

The sun gradually rose over the horizon in the morning as its light reflected on the crystal clear sea. Below the deck there was a supply room, filled with freshly caught fish of many kind. There were no such cases of rotting fish because they were eaten by the crew just quick enough. Bowser was sleeping and snoring there because he thought this was the only place on the ship where he could get some good rest. Scrongus and Krongus slept in the bridge while George was always up the entire night.

Two seagulls landed on the fence of the right side of the ship and started squarking. They were so loud with their shrill noises that it could be heard from any internal part of the ship. At first Bowser tried to ignore seagulls, but over the time he started to get more and more frustrated by them. At one point he awakened, revealing his red, tired eyes and snapped. He stood up and walked up to the ladder, climbing it so he could open the hatch that lead to the deck. Bowser managed to open the hatch without any problems and finally stepped on the deck.

"QUIET, YOU STUPID BIRDS! SHOOO!" shouted Bowser at the seagulls as they flew away from him due instinct, thus no longer disrupting the silence on the boat. Suddenly Scrongus and Krongus bursted out of the door of the bridge.

"What the hell, man?!" both of them said in the union.

"It was just some stupid birds, bothering me when I was sleeping. Now go back controlling the ship!" ordered Bowser. Scrongus and Krongus followed the order without the question and slammed the door shut, getting back to their positions.

George was standing near the fence of the right side of the ship, staring at the peaceful coast, accompanied by the groups of trees, some of them without leaves or branches at all and the rocky mountain range, displaying the typical karst landscape of this land. Bowser walked up to George and started doing the same thing.

"Hey, George." greeted Bowser.

"Yeah, what is it?" asked George.

"Nothing really. It's just so…..BORING around here. Can't something interesting happen without interfering in our business!?" said Bowser as he sighed in boredom.

"Oi, we got some land here. Perhaps we should land our ship there. It seems like nobody would bother us if we park it over there." advised George as he pointed at the untouched small beach.

"You know what? I'm sick of constantly cruising the sea all the time! Lets take a long break from the journey and do….whatever this place has to offer." said Bowser as he stomped determined towards the bridge, where Scrongus and Krongus resided. He opened the door with the sheer force and ordered them:

"YOU TWO! WE WILL NOW LAND THIS SHIP ON THE BEACH WITHOUT A QUESTION!"

Scrongus and Krongus looked at each other before Scrongus tried to verbally attack Bowser, but Krongus stopped him and instead attempted to negotiate with him.

"Only if our boss approves and you were supposed to say capisce after you give an order." said Krongus.

"But that's George's thing! Speaking of him…." mumbled Bowser before he stepped out of the bridge and yelled:

"GEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOORGEEEEEE!"

George did a motion similar to whenever someone rolls with their eyes and slowly walked up to the bridge, wanting to know for what was he needed.

"What..." he groaned loudly as he grumpily stared at them.

"Boss! Do you agree that we should land this ship despite the fact that we have not seen a port yet?" asked Krongus for permission while secretly hoping that his boss would disagree.

"I guess but as long as he manages to get the ship outta here." answered George, much to Krongus' dismay.

"You heard him! Now do as I said!" yelled Bowser at them. The henchmen duo both sighed in annoyance as they went back to their positions. Krongus grabbed the ship's wheel and rotated it towards the direction of the beach. The ship was steadily approaching the land with it's velocity decreasing. Once it reached its destination, it roughly went through the surface, making it tremble all the way. It abruptly stopped after a short amount of distance and slightly tilted to the right, but not so much as things would fall off of it. The crew stepped out of the bridge and observed the land. Bowser took a relaxed deep breath before smiling as he put both of his arms right above his legs.

"AHH, FINALLY SOME LAND TO CON...I mean land to explore! NO MORE OF THIS BORING SEA!" he shouted in excitement before he jumped off the ship. He landed on the beach and did a pose, but little did he know that the beach was not made out of sand, but instead out of pebbles of different sizes. It was way too late before he realized his mistake.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUCH!" he screamed as he felt agony in his feet due the stones. George also jumped off the ship in order to check upon Bowser. He did not feel any pain whatsoever because he wore some fancy looking shoes unlike his companion, who was barefoot. Only thing he did was to help Bowser advance further towards the land.

"OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" he yelped as he was prancing on the pebbles like an elderly man on a pogo stick while George was just calmly walking with his hands in the pockets, looking at the beach floor. Bowser only stopped hopping in pain after both of them crossed the pebble beach and stepped on the land without any major obstacles like pebbles.

"TAKE THAT, YOU BRAINLESS STONES!" he roared in frustration as he kicked the pebbles, only to get them stuck between his toes. He was stuck dumbfounded before he decided to remove every single pebble that was in between his toes.

"Brilliant idea here, Bows." scoffed George as he only watched Bowser with sheer perplexity. Bowser glanced at him with displeasure as he removed the final pebble that was between his toes.

"What?! It's not MY fault that the beach itself is so AWFUL and I don't even like ordinary beaches! Why couldn't they afford sand instead of these….stones? Sure it gets everywhere and it's irritating and so on and so on…..BUT AT THE VERY LEAST YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU'RE WALKING ON SPIKES!" vented Bowser at George.

"And your solution to this is?" asked George in a rather derisive way.

"I'LL CRUSH EVERY PEBBLE! EVERY SINGLE ONE!..or at the very least once I conquer this land I'll make sure that we get a lot of sand so we can finally supplant this menace to our feet." boastfully answered Bowser.

"I don't know how will you exactly mess with environment but sure." responded George to his answer, doubting the practicality of his plan.

"I'll find a way!…..SOMEHOW..." declared Bowser. Before both of them departed to a journey across the unknown land, Scrongus and Krongus, still being on the deck, ran up to the fence and halted them from going away.

"Boss! What shall we do? Should we stay on a ship?" Scrongus asked.

"Yes, stay on the ship just in case someone tries to steal it from us. However if someone gets a funny idea and does try to steal it, make sure to whack that snitch." ordered George to them.

"And if you fail this task….." added Bowser while cracking his fists and staring menacingly at them. His threat managed to send shivers down their spine, so they didn't try to argue against their boss and Bowser and started guarding the ship like two meerkats on the watch.

"Goodbye then." said George as he and Bowser wandered away from the ship. They walked up the not so steep slope until they stopped at the narrow paved path, which was spread across the coast. Beyond the path there was slightly worn out grass, waving gently due the breeze. It was also supported by the age worn parts of what was once a complete fence, protecting anyone from falling off the more vertical slopes. Unlike the fence, the path was rather clean with just few cracks on it. Both of them observed each side of the paved path.

"Hmpf. I don't know which way should we go. What would say, George?" asked Bowser.

In response George searched through his pockets on the suit and found a single bronze cent.

"And what are we supposed to do with a….single….COIN?!" shouted Bowser at George.

"Here's a trick. Head and we go the left way. Tails and we go the right way. Capisce?" George explain his plan towards Bowser.

"That's a rather weird way to decide but have it your own way. I don't REALLY care which way we go." grumbled Bowser.

"It's a classic way you know. With the coin flip I was also in charge who's gonna live or not."

"….Was this really that necessary to say?" asked Bowser, questioningly glancing at George for his statement.

"Who knows. It might be useful someday." replied George like it was nothing.

George flipped out his coin high in the air and waited for it to land. Bowser stared at the coin flying up in the air. Suddenly the coin briefly stopped in the air and started to descend back to the surface. It quickly fell on the floor and landed with the "Head" side of the coin being revealed.

"I guess we are going that way." mumbled George as both of them went to the aforementioned direction. They were only greeted by the slight breeze, which was blowing towards the sea and nothing resembling any sort of life form whatsoever.

Presumably 120 meters away from them there was a little food "stand" (in reality just a medium sized table covered in white cloth) with a barbecue grill next to it. A short but stout mustached man dressed like a chef was standing behind the table as he tapped on the table. He supported his head with his left arm as he gazed upon the surface of the table.

"Dovraga! Pa to je za poludit! Cijeli mjesec nije bilo kupaca. (Damn! That's crazy! It's been a month since I've had customers.) " grumbled the man before he sighed as he continued tapping on the table.

Bowser and George continued walking to their decided direction without any real goal. George had his hands inside his pockets while Bowser was stomping and observing the land like a vulture. The man noticed them from the distance and smiled, anticipating them to take a brief visit. When the duo were close enough to the stand, he started to wave at them, inviting them over.

"Hey, this chump is inviting us over. Should we visit him?" asked Bowser.

"You sure? He looks like a total fraud to me." answered George as he loaded his revolver with bullets.

"Slow it down, George! Now it's not the time for bullets! If he wants to fight us, I'll just throw him into the sea with MY OWN HANDS!" boasted Bowser as he flexed his muscles.

"Whatever you say." said George as he put his revolver back into his pocket. When the duo of a turtle and a skeleton came up to him, he started rambling in his own language.

"Dolazita sem! Ja sam Brane I ja vam čem predstaviti najjaču hranu na u Dalmaciji!" the man proudly introduced to them, only to receive weird looks from them due lack of understanding of his native language. Upon closer inspection at their appearances (mostly at Bowser's appearance), he slowly realized that these were no average "customers" that you would see every day.

"No...ja...vidva sta...zanimiva." (Well….yeah….you two are….interesting.) mumbled Brane as he kept staring at them while preparing to hide if any of them would attack him.

"….What did he say?" whispered Bowser to George about Brane's rambling.

"I don't know. Somethin' about Dalmatians I guess." said George to him. Brane heard their talk and quickly continued to talk like he's proud of something.

"Ah, so you two are English I see." he said while clearing some of the confusion from earlier. He then continued: "As I said before, I'm Brane and I shall introduce you to the most delicious food in Dalmatia!".

"...What is this "Dalmatia" thing you are bumbling about?" asked Bowser while scratching his head.

"Dalmatia? You ARE in Dalmatia!" revealed Brane to him, however Bowser kept scratching his head like he had lice inside his hair.

"Okay, so it wasn't about Dalmatians after all." said George while scratching his jaw.

"Ah, it was never about the dogs at all! I'm talking about this land! Isn't it beautiful?" chuckled Brane as he raised both of his hands up in the sky like he was praising some deity.

"….What's your problem?" asked Bowser while he stared at Brane with a confused and slightly concerned stare.

"Problem? I have no-actually yes I have one. One big problem with a couple of minor ones." sighed Brane.

"What is it then?" asked George disdainfully.

"Well..you see...my little food stand hasn't seen a single customer for a month! MONTH!" shouted Brane in anguish as he once again raised his arms up in the sky.

"Talk about low standards if this is allowed as food stand here. How PRIMITIVE!" scoffed Bowser to George. Brane frowned and looked at the floor for a moment because of massive turtle's statement.

"And why do you think it's like that?" asked George as he was threatening someone.

"Hey, don't be so harsh! It's not like my food is bad! It's just…." retaliated Brane just before his old grill collapsed by itself and breaking every single piece in the process. Bowser and George glanced at Brane with perplexity and slight amusement.

"Yeah…." sighed Brane.

"Why didn't you buy a new one?" asked George.

"Well, here's another problem." further explained Brane as he put 7 coins worthy of 1 Kuna each on the table. Bowser and George inspected the coins.

"Huh, I've never seen this kind of currency before." commented George as he grabbed his lower jaw, further inspecting them.

"And why is there A MARTEN on them?" asked Bowser as he pointed out the martens on the coins.

"Hahahaha! It's because they are called marten in my language, that's why!" laughed Brane as hard as he could.

"But why marten out of all animals? WHY THE MARTEN?!" shouted Bowser as he nearly slammed his fist on Brane's table.

"It's because during old times they used marten skins as units of value during trading." explained Brane. Bowser just briefly stood for a moment with his jaw dropped and shrunk pupils.

"…...Old times here were some screwed up times, weren't they?" said Bowser while still being surprised by the Brane's explanation.

"Indeed." George reinforced Bowser's statement.

"Oh, you have no idea. But that's not the main point. The main point is that I need a new grill and I ask you two gentlemen to be kind enough to get me a new grill."

"One thing though." said George as he raised his index finger.

"Yes?" asked Brane.

"Will we get paid for it?" demanded George as he seized in his pocket for his revolver just in case Brane refuses his demand.

"Of course! I'll do anything as long as I can serve food to people!" agreed Brane without hesitation.

"Well then. That will make the job much easier." said George while offering his hand to Brane. Both of them shook their hands in agreement. Bowser was just scratching his nose while observing their interaction.

"Oh I've forgot something that I should have asked in the first place! What are your names." asked Brane.

"George." simply said the skeleton gangster.

"And I'm Bowser, THE KING OF AWESOME, THE UNDISPUTED TYRANT OF MY OWN KINDGOM AND..." boasted the massive turtle man just before he was interrupted by his own fellow.

"And a dedicated fan of overly bloated nicknames." added George.

"HEY!" shouted Bowser at George for his comment.

"Ah nice! Now we must go! The grill awaits us!" Brane invited them to join him.

"And the money." said George just before both of them went along with Brane without any issues. Bowser secretly picked up a single Kuna coin and inspected it.

The trio now walked uphill towards the camp, which only had few tents placed presumably due pebble infested surface. The camp itself was surrounded by coniferous trees with squirrels climbing on them. There were also eurasian collared doves all over the place. On their way they approached the abandoned restaurant, which was just below a small supermarket and a bakery. Bowser, as soon as he got off his eyes on the coin, looked a the landscape.

"Wait….why are the trees like that on the beach? Where are the palm trees? Why are there SQUIRRELS ALL OVER THE PLACE? WHAT'S WITH DOVES? WHAT KIND OF BEACH IS THIS? Not only does it have stones instead of sand, it has MISPLACED PLANTS AND ANIMALS! That's not even all! Brane said that this land is called Dalmatia, but on this coin it states OTHERWISE!" Bowser thought to himself just before he poked Brane's shoulder.

"What do you need, Bows?" asked Brane with a slight itch of excitement.

"You've said that this land is called Dalmatia, but this coin says IT'S REPUBLIKA HRVATSKA!" angrily shouted Bowser as he pointed the letters on the Kuna coin.

"Pfft hahaha! I should have clarified! Dalmatia is just one of the regions of the Republic of Croatia! I should mention that Hrvatska is Croatia in my native language, so that there won't be further confusion." eagerly explained Brane.

"Since when did it became a country?" asked George.

"Ufff….less said the better, but let's move on, shall we?" shuddered Brane.

"Man….I really need to adapt to this world. It's so…..WEIRD." grumbled Bowser while scratching his head and looking at the floor.

"Bowser, I don't think neither of us have any right to question this world." pointed out George, which made Bowser reconsider his words.

"Hmpf….I guess you are right, BUT STILL THOUGH!" said Bowser. All of them aimlessly looked around the place without having a single idea of what to do.

"...What now?" asked Bowser and George together.

"I guess we should move on! It's nothing but an abandoned restaurant and supermarket with overly high prices!" said Brane as he tried to lead the duo somewhere else, but was stopped by Bowser's muscular arm.

"Did you say….restaurant?" said Bowser while he had an idea for Brane.

"Yeah and?" asked Brane while having no idea what Bowser was thinking about.

"BRANE! THIS COULD BE YOUR CHANCE TO STARDOM! You can become THE GREATEST CHEF EVER! All we need to do, aside from getting that pesky grill, is to make that restaurant shiny and all stuff and BAM! You'll be RICH!" boastfully explained Bowser to Brane. He received some kind of enlightenment inside of him thanks to Bowser's explanation.

"...BRILLIANT! HOW DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE?!" yelled Brane as he raised his hands up in the sky.

"Huh, not a bad idea at all." complimented George.

"Of course, we might need some tools to fix it, but no worries about that! I know where to get them!" said Brane.

"….Then why didn't you get the grill?" asked George as he is about to lose more of his barely existent hope.

"Well….no one had it…." answered Brane. George shook his head and sighed in disbelief.

"Lets go then!" shouted Bowser as all of them walked away from the abandoned restaurant and supermarket.

"Of course, if Brane gets rich, it would all benefit me and my desire for domination!" Bowser thought to himself. Brane lead them towards some kind of lengthy motel building. There was an old, but not rusty white Zastava Koral (or Yugo) car parked near the motels.

"Oi, what's this disaster of a car?" asked George as he could barely look at the Yugo without wincing his skeletal face.

"That, my friend, is ZASTAVA YUGO!" said Brane as he pointed both of his arms towards his beloved car.

"More like Zastava You Go To The Scrapyard!" commented Bowser, which Brane laughed at it and George pretended like he could wipe the sweat of his forehead (or rather skull). Brane opened the door of his car and sat on the front site with a huge steering wheel. He invited them to enter his car, which George just silently sat on the second seat and put his palm on his face out of regret. However, Bowser crossed his arms and refused to take a single step towards the car. George glanced at him before he put his palm on his face again while Brane just looked at him weirdly.

"NO! I WON'T GET STUCK THROUGH THE DOORS AGAIN!" complained Bowser.

"Then just enter the trunk. It should be more spacious I think." suggested Brane.

"IT BETTER BE!" groaned Bowser before he opened the trunk. He squeezed through it without much issues and closed the trunk.

"Grill, here we come!" yelled Brane as he put one of his keys inside the ignition lock, starting up the damn thing. Yugo shook a little before they drove away from the motel, going down the hill. After going under the non-functional boom barrier, they drove uphill on the curvy road. Bowser was hitting both sides of the walls because of the curves with a big frown on his face. The car reached the roundabout and turned towards the left. After a long travel near the Velebit mountain range and the Dalmatian coastline, the trio of buffoons reached a small town called Makarska. They parked near the closest shop with something related to grills they found. The shop was located the opposite of the port filled with various boats, yachts, sail boats and even ferries.

"Okay, so here's the plan. Bows will get the grill while me and George will go for the paint. I'll also get the meat for us. Everything clear?" explained Brane his plan.

"Capisco." said George.

"I'll get the grill once I get out of this headache-inducing trunk!" grumbled Bowser while patting his head. Brane and George went out of the car and opened the trunk for him. Bowser squeezed himself out of the car and fell on the floor. He picked himself up and brushed off some of the dust on his shoulders. George gently closed the trunk after that.

"Ugh, these CARS! Can't this world have bigger cars than this?" groaned Bowser.

"Now it's not the time to complain about cars. We have to get the job done." scolded George.

"See ya soon, Bowser!" said Brane as he and his skeletal friend departed away from Bowser in the search of the paint and meat. Bowser walked towards the entrance of the shop. He looked through the closed automatic doors and spotted a large box, which contained the grill. The shop itself only had few snacks, drinks and magazines in stock. However, he also saw a camera in the corner, probably observing the whole place.

"Hmmm….I've gotta sneak in QUIETLY!" he thought to himself as he scratched his chin. He opened the doors with sheer force and started to approach the box by walking on his toes. He looked at the camera and saw that camera was not functional at all. He brushed of the sweat and snatched the box as quick as possible. Once again he stomped on his toes as he went out of the store. Afterwards he shut the door with the same amount of force he used when opening the door.

"HAH! No one will notice!" he shouted as he approached the car, opened the rear door of the Yugo and put the grill inside. After that he shut the door and walked to the trunk, where he squeezed inside the car. Just as he was inside the car, George and Brane returned with two buckets of paint in each of their hands. They were also carrying packets of some kind of Balkan meat and paint rollers on their buckets.

"Ah, you two are already done? Good job!" praised Bowser.

"Yah, it went surprisingly quick." said George.

"Next stop…..SERVING FOOD OF DIVINE TASTE!" yelled Brane as he lifted both of the buckets, then he and George opened the rear doors and put them in the same place as the grill. They closed them and entered the front doors with Brane taking the driver seat. As soon as he started the car, the police car appeared right from the corner.

"Not even a day in a foreign country and the cops are already behind us. Incredible." said George as he looked back to see the car.

"NOT THE COPS AGAIN! FLOOR IT, BRANE!" commanded Bowser as soon as he saw the cops.

"Wait!" shouted Brane. He slowly drove his Yugo away from the store and as soon as he disappeared from the policeman's sight, he stomped on the gas pedal and Yugo drove away like a running cheetah. Little did they know that the police car just stopped in front of the shop.

The Yugo has left the town of Makarska and has approached the curvy road above the coast. George looked backwards to see if the police car is even chasing them, but to his surprise, no one was behind them.

"Oi, the cop didn't even chase us. We can slow it down now and relax." advised George as he looked towards Brane. His pupils were shrunk to the minimum size possible and he was sweating like a madman.

"Brane, why aren't you answering me?" asked George.

Brane looked towards George, twitching and sweating all over the place. He could barely look into George's eye sockets.

"The brakes…...are not working."

"WHAT?!" yelled Bowser.

"Damn it!" groaned George as he slammed on the dashboard.

"Relax! I've got this!" said Brane as he got the grip on the steering wheel. He steered his Yugo through tight turns at the high velocity with each turn making Bowser's head hit something. The grill and paint buckets were barely standing in their place while the meat packages and paint rollers just kept rolling with each turn. After speeding through the turns on the coast, they reached the roundabout. With all his might, Brane steered so hard, it made Yugo drift. Sparks flew out of Yugo's tires, causing screeches which could be heard from the coast. Everyone and everything was pushed to the right side with fierce force, but nothing has broke or been spilled, however it gave Bowser a minor headache. They turned towards the road that lead them to the camp, but just before they drove downhill, the engine stopped working. The car started to roll down the hill like a boulder rolling down the mountain, but Brane steered it with all of the energy he had, making the car not fall off the road. Just before passing through the broken boom barrier, Brane made the Yugo spin so it would drastically lose momentum. This caused the car to stop after passing through the raised boom barrier. However, all fours of its wheels fell off and the exhaust pipe smashed on the ground. No one but a single Czech tourist, who was walking towards the beach, noticed the wreckage. He looked at his beer can after witnessing what just happened and walked off with a disturbed expression on his face.

"Props for you for bein' a decent driver." said George as he stepped out of the wreckage.

"My head…." murmured Bowser as he squeezed out of the trunk.

"Well, now we have everything. Work awaits us!" declared Brane as he stepped out of the car and picked up the meat packages and paint buckets. Later he took out the grill from the car with the help of George because Bowser was a bit doozy. They put the paint buckets and meat packages on the grill.

"Oi, Bows! You've gotta help me for a bit!" requested Brane.

Bowser snapped out of the dizziness and asked: "What?"

"Can you bring the car to the restaurant, please?" asked Brane.

"Only if that piece of junk gets dumped in a place it belongs: SCRAPYARD!" yelled Bowser.

"Yes, but after we get a new car." said Brane.

Bowser picked up the car with both of his two hands while George and Brane lifted up the grill. He stared at the Yugo with sheer hatred and malice in his eyes. They carried all of the stuff back to the abandoned restaurant and placed them near the entrance. Broken Yugo was placed much farther from the entrance.

"HAHA! I've been waiting for this moment! Let's go, men!" shouted Brane in excitement as everyone picked up the paint rollers and buckets and started to recolor the interiors and exteriors of the restaurant.

Time has passed. The trio finished their work just as the moon has risen. All of them were observing their work. What once was a crumbling restaurant was now a subpar looking one. Interiors was colored in titanium white while the exterior was in lemon yellow. An attempt of Bowser's emblem was on the outside walls of the restaurant, but it was covered by yellow paint.

"So, gentlemen. What do you think of this?" grinned Brane as he put his hands on his hips.

"Conventional enough." said George.

"Hmmm….it needs a bit of flair of mine but it looks decent enough." said Bowser while having stains of yellow and white paint all over him.

"Since you two helped me so much, I should reward you…..with THE TASTE OF BALKAN!" offered Brane.

"Better be good or else I'll throw you into the sea!" threatened Bowser.

"Even it is bad, it won't stop me from sharing the goods with the world!" said Brane.

"Whatever, just get on with it." said George.

All of them walked towards the beach and reached the food stand with Bowser carrying the grill and them carrying meat packages. He placed the grill next to the table. Brane opened the box and build the grill in the mere minutes. The grill was also packaged with a kilogram of coal, so he put some coal under the heat plate and checked his pockets for matchsticks, but he had none of them. While Brane was looking away, Bowser spat out a small fireball at the coal, igniting them.

"Woah! Slow it down! Don't get the entire coast on fire!" warned Brane as he just noticed the fire. As soon as possible, he opened the meat packages and placed the meat on the heat plate. Thus all of them waited for the meat to get roasted with Bowser crossing his arms and tapping his foot. Once the meat got a nice little roast on one side, Brane flipped them over with a spatula while sweating and staring at the meat like the most determined person on this planet. With the meat finished, he put the grilled dish of minced meat on the table.

"Bon appetit! Now you shall taste the purity that is ĆEVAPI!" shouted Brane as he offered them his freshly made food.

"Che-what-i? Is this what these are called?" asked Bowser as he smelled them.

"Honestly, they look like turds." commented George.

"HAH! While yes, they might resemble turds, but they taste anything but like a turd!" laughed Brane. All of them grabbed one of the ćevapi and ate them. Bowser was the last one to put one of them in his mouth but he did it anyway.

"So…..how was it?" asked Brane while smiling.

"Not bad." complimented George.

Meanwhile, Bowser was stuffing his mouth with all of ćevapi on the plate. Brane and George looked at him.

"MORE!" demanded Bowser as he smashed his fist on the table.

"Sorry, Bows. That's all for now." said Brane.

"CRUD! I hope tomorrow you bring me a lot of ćevapi! But first…...I need a shower." said Bowser.

"It's over there. We are gonna wait for you in the meantime." Brane pointed towards the closest shower the coast had as he reached for the light he had under the table. Bowser slowly stomped towards it and pressed the button. Shivering cold water flew over his body, but he didn't flinch at all. He was rather standing like a bored statue.

"Yikes! No settings for the warm water!" he thought to himself while the paint stains disappeared over time.

Suddenly, he noticed a moving trash can. It startled him, but before he could look at it from a better perspective, it disappeared.

"Huh? What was that?!" he thought to himself as he walked out of the shower. He started walking towards the food stand, but he heard the sounds of wheels screeching behind him.

"YOU! STOP PLAYING TRICKS ON ME!" he shouted as he turned back, pointing at nowhere. Bowser reached the food stable as Brane had a lamp in his hand while George carried six bottles of some alcoholic drink.

"Hey, Bowser. What's with all the screamin'?" asked George.

"DO NOT SASS ME, GEORGE! I SAW A TRASH CAN FOLLOWING ME!" explained Bowser.

"Moving trash can? I don't recall seeing any trash cans in general lately." said Brane.

"HMMMMM…."thought Bowser out loud. All of them abandoned the food stand with Bowser looking backwards constantly. They returned back to the restaurant and sat down near the wreckage of the Yugo. Brane put the light in the center of where they were sitting. Bowser was still looking to the coast.

"Bowser! You've been staring at the coast for the whole time! Is it because of the alleged trash can?" asked Brane.

"I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES! IT WAS FOLLOWING ME LIKE A GHOST TRYING TO SPOOK ME!" replied Bowser.

"Oh please, there's no way a trash bin can just magically follow you. You tell me that its gonna just wander in like its no one's…." scoffed off George just before a trash can with tiny wheels appeared behind him. He turned back and saw the thing himself.

"….business."

"I TOLD YOU ALL!" shouted Bowser as he pointed at the trash can.

The trash can started to tremble in front of their eyes. Bowser and George stared at it like it's some kind of impending disaster while Brane just observed their reactions. The trembling increased further and further until….

A skeleton popped out, but not the whole one. Only the upper body stood out of the trash can. It clung on the edges of the can and yelled in a thick accent:

"BRANE! GIVE ME THE RAKIA!"

Without hesitation, Brane threw him a bottle of rakia and the skeleton caught it.

"THAT AIN'T ENOUGH!" the skeleton yelled at him, causing him to throw additional two of them.

"Hello." greeted George. The skeleton in a trash can stopped drinking two bottles at the same time and turned around and saw George.

"OOOOOH, BRETHREN! It's nice to see another skelly like me around." boasted the skeleton as he got uncomfortably close to him. George just stared at him in disbelief.

"….Who are YOU and…...WHY...ARE YOU….IN THE TRASH CAN?!" asked Bowser as he just stared in shock.

"...From WHAT circle of hell did ye arrive from and who are you two in the first place?" asked the skeleton after he stopped drinking three bottles of rakia at the same time.

"Oh, those are my new friends! George and Bowser!" Brane introduced them to the skeleton.

"Oh right. Anyway, me name is Mosseau Haggisbourgh of Skrumpskin I. The first and the greatest of the Skrumpskin clan of them all." he introduced himself.

"Sooo….you were once a king, huh? Because let me tell you that I AM THE KING." asked Bowser as he raised his eyebrow.

"Ah no, laddeh. Aye was never monarch, not even a landlord. Aye was better known as THE GREATEST WARRIOR OF SCOTLAND EVER TO GRACE THIS WORLD. Good for ye for embracing feudalism." said the skeleton in trash can.

"I can imagine." said George.

"Ooo, yer doubting me claims, aren't ye?" threatened Mosseau as he stopped drinking six bottles of rakia and pulled out a giant rusty claymore out of his trash can.

"No, that was just a "good for you" response." elaborated George.

"Aight, aye can tolerate that." said Mosseau as he put his claymore back into his trash can.

"So...yer askin yerself: "Why is that skelly in trash can?" Let me tell ye then...The trash can isn't where I reside….It's a part of me body!" explained Mosseau as he demonstrated by hopping for a brief moment.

"I also have A LOT more questions about you and your…..trash can." said Bowser.

"Ooo, aye can explain about why me trash can belongs in me anatomy." offered Mosseau.

"Sure then." said George.

"Mosseau and his stories! It's always a joy for me to listen to them!" praised Brane.

"Aight, lads. Lemme tell ya a grim, bloody fable of Mosseau and his trash can that ends on a very shite note. So not too far ago aye was just goofing around in a bloody battlefield that was near this country. Bullets were flying ever but aye, being the greatest warrior, participated in this conflict. This raw, unfiltered, bloody, diarrhea and vomit inducing conflict that was that war. Also me, being me, utterly outclassed every single combatant in the conflict. Gehehehe. But here is a wee trick. Aye did not mention mechanical monstrosities that modern era brought us. It was not the same as it was thousands of years ago, but aye still managed to keep up. It all suddenly changed when…..that fooking twat-faced, dirt filled, smoke-shitting aerodynamic abomination that is Warthog appeared from the heavens and….BOOM! Blasted off me lower body. Oh and if ye think to yerself: "Oooh, it musn't be that painful since you don't have a nervous system", YER WRONG! Imagine someone firing 30 millimeter uranium depleted bullets in yer arse and aye was going for a beer! Aye lost me dignity and gonads that day, THEN aye get dragged to hell…..for like fourth time or something. Then the bloody devil, who is a total pansy, rejected me from entering hell AGAIN….but not before I scammed him off the trash can of his. Turns out….it's a bloody nice trash can. Oh and aye did some modifications for it. I think that's it, lads." told Mosseau his tale, which left all of them speechless.

"That…..answers one question…...BUT IT RAISES THOUSANDS OF QUESTIONS!" yelled Bowser.

"What a thrillin' story you told me, wiseguy." said George as he sarcastically clapped.

"Honestly….I did not expect this." commented Brane.

"ANYWAY, LET JUST END THIS NOW! I'M TIREEEEEED!" demanded Bowser.

"Yeah, it's annoyin' how long this day is." added George.

"Aight, lad. I have thousands of more fables to tell ya lads." said Mosseau.

"Night, gentlemen!" said Brane.

"Night." said Bowser, George and Mosseau.

Then everyone fell asleep.