The sun has risen above the horizon, shining all over the coast of Dalmatia. The sounds of cicadas echoed through out the coast. The paint of the restaurant has completely dried over night. Bowser was still snoring alone near the Yugo wreckage. He woke up, stretched both of his arms and looked around to see if any of his companions are near. George walked up to him from the restaurant.

"Brane wants to see us all at his food stand. I suppose you should get movin'." advised George to the yawning turtle. Out of nowhere, Mosseau rolled in, much to Bowser's suprise.

"MOVE IT , LADS!" he yelled.

All of them moved their rears to the coast, where Brane's little food stand resided. What once used to be just a table covered with a white cloth was now exactly that, but with a sign below it, spelling "TOP BALKAN CUISINE WORLDWIDE!". Packets of various meat were placed underneath the table.

"BRANE! What's up? I see some improvement happened there!" complimented Bowser.

"Ah yes! I did all this stuff this morning! Now…." Brane said as he tapped on the table and gave a thumbs up.

"Now what?" Bowser and George asked.

"We wait for the customers!"

Upon hearing that, Bowser's smile was overtook by a large frown on his face.

"...Why must I ALWAYS WAIT?!" he yelled, clenching his fists.

"Life shall reward those who are patient." said Brane, cleaning a bit of filth from the grill.

Bowser just walked next to the table and stood like a severely damaged totem pole.

"Well, lads. Aye am gonna go to me private place. Aye have some business to do." said Mosseau. Just before he went off to the unknown, Bowser grabbed him by the edge of the trash can.

"Can I at the very least go with you?" asked Bowser, before letting go off him.

"Didn't ye hear "private" in me statement? Now aye must go!" repelled Mosseau as he rolled off to the place unknown.

"Urgh…." groaned Bowser as he sat down and supported his head on his arm.

"Oh, trust me, Bows. You don't wanna know." said Brane.

"Why?" asked Bowser as he glared at him.

"You'll see it eventually." warned Brane. Bowser then stared blankly at the sea. Brane prepared the grill for the incoming customers while George did nothing but standing in his place.

"...So, you're not gonna go anywhere? There are many places to visit here!" asked Brane, pointing out to the nearest city called Baška Voda.

"That is a bad idea." advised George as he lifted his index finger.

"NO!" dismissed Bowser, causing Brane to just shrug off and further continue waiting. A slight breeze blew from the mountain, unnoticeably disrupting the tranquility of the waiting men (and an overly large turtle). The breeze increased its velocity, causing to tip George's hat off his head for a bit. He quickly fixed it before it fell off. However, the breeze did not affect Bowser's determined but static sitting posture.

Suddenly, some kind of man was stumbling away from the town. He appeared to be of the muscular, massive stature with his hands being larger than his torso, but he had ridiculously short legs and a small head. Upon closer inspection, he had a very crusty beard spreading all over his mouth. His left hand was defined by the large tattoo of an anchor, carrying a rather long suitcase with him. Wearing sunglasses and a pilot's cap on his head, an open jacket with a green tank top underneath and brown shorts, the man would be an unusual sight if anyone else other than the four buffoons were on the beach at the moment. Bowser turned his head and noticed him immediately, causing him to stand up and informing Brane:

"Hey, Brane! There's some chump walking there!"

"Opa!" shouted Brane as he rubbed his palms together.

"Do you know this guy or what?" asked George as he poked Brane's shoulder.

"Yes indeed!" said Brane as he waved towards the incoming buff man. He finally arrived towards the food stand, put down his suitcase and gently slammed on the table with his bulky, hairy hand. The man was almost rivaling Bowser in terms of height.

"Oi, mates…." said the man as he stared at them with an intense glare. "I'm Sniper Mad John and let me tell you….."

Everyone quietly looked at each other as if they were participating in a cowboy battle.

"….Nice to meet you!" he said as he offered his massive, bulky hand towards them. "No need for introduction, since Brane already told me about you two."

George reached out his hand, only to see that his palm was dwarfed in size compared to John's hands.

"Why are your hands so bloody massive?" he asked as he shook his hands with John.

"Ah, that's just your usual diet and routine in my country. Not that I'm any different from others, thanks to the certain metal." said the massive sniper.

"What metal and from WHAT beefcake ridden country are you? Also, hello!" asked Bowser as he was about to offer his reptilian hand to him.

"Ah, I'm from Australia! To be honest, you look like you would belong in the wildlife of Tasmania or something and no one would bat an eye." Sniper Mad John clarified.

"….Are you saying that where you come from has EVEN MORE misplaced animals and plants?!" said Bowser as he received a shock from some kind of realization.

"Yeah, mate!" confirmed John with a big smile on his face as he shook hands with Bowser.

"...Oh man, I'm not prepared for the Beefy, inept at natural placement…..whatever their form of government is...of Australia…..YET!" said Bowser as he was imagining reptiles with swole arms wrestling with overly buff men with mustaches and fishing hats in the burning jungle.

"No one is prepared for Straya, mate. Not even the ones born in it. You're molded in it." explained John.

"Eh, what metal did you meant earlier?" asked George as he scratched his chin.

"Australium!"

"...Oh, you're jokin' me. And how much is it worth anyway?" asked George once again.

"Sorry, can't tell that. It's classified information , see. However, I can tell that it brought an era of renaissance to my country." told John.

"….When?" grumbled George as he tilted his head in confusion.

"Uhh….I think in the 60's." mumbled John as he scratched his pilot cap.

"...Oh man, I'm behind these modern times." thought George to himself.

"So, Brane! How's it going?" said Sniper Mad John as he shook his massive hands with Brane.

"Loše! But with the help of these two fine gentlemen, the situation is now very good! I can finally start doing some sweet Balkan food business now! And you, Mad John?" said Brane as he raised his arms up in the air.

"Pretty aight, mate. Just came back from Kosovo, which is not too far from here. Worked for KFOR and I can say that it was quite peaceful this time. However…...I am quite hungry now, since the journey from Kosovo to here has been quite long." said John as he rubbed his hand on his stomach.

"Of course! I shall give you ćevapi, but since you are my first customer in a long time, I shall give you a free sample and then we shall discuss the price!" offered Brane as he immediately turned on the grill and smacked some meat on it. The scent of grilled meat started to engulf the surrounding area, carried by the breeze.

"I WANT SOME ĆEVAPI TOO!" shouted Bowser as he raised his fist up in the air.

"You will get them, brate, but let John have the experience!" said Brane as he continued grilling his food. After his meat has been fully grilled, he put them on the plastic plate, piece by piece.

"Evo ga! It is now done!" proclaimed Brane as he offered the plate towards John. After doing that, he opened up a new package of meat and smacked it on the grill once again, repeating the process. John grabbed the plate and started consuming the ćevapi, one at the time. With each chew, Sniper Mad John made noises of satisfaction.

"Mmmm! Excellent as always, Brane! I've missed such a taste!" exclaimed Mad John. By the time he finished his meal, Bowser has already consumed his entire portion.

"You are welcome, brate!" said Brane as he bowed down towards John like an actor. Bowser gave a thumbs up behind his back.

"Say, George! Do you want some ćevapi too?" offered Brane once more.

"I'll pass." scoffed off George as he waved away from him, causing Brane to just shrug off.

"Oi, Brane! I feel like there's someone missing here." pointed out John as he looked around.

"Oh, him? He just went to his..." George tried to explain, but he was interrupted by the echoing and deafening yell, which went:

"AYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LADDEEEEEEEEEEEEH!"

Mosseau, while he yelled, rolled down the slope sideways while erratically twitching like a mad bastard, causing additional noise with whatever there was inside his trash can. He was approaching with ever increasing velocity towards the food stand of theirs. Bowser intercepted the general direction of the incoming Mosseau by stepping in front of George and snatching the trash can just before it tumbled over the entire food stand. However, his action did not prevent Mosseau's erratic twitching and yelling. George just blankly stared at the whole situation while Brane and John just glanced over, sighing in process.

"WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING, YOU LUNATIC?!" shouted Bowser as he shook Mosseau and kept him as far from his face as possible, but to no avail.

George stepped close to the range of Mosseau's flailing and observed, coming up with his hypothesis:

"Hmmmm. I see he is sufferin' for being a…."

Just before he could finish his hypothesis, Mosseau abruptly stopped flailing and jumped out of Bowser's grasp, landing in front of George and pointed his left index finger on him.

"If ye say that aye am a "crackhead" or "bonehead" or anything remotely similar in front of me face, aye will rip out yer ribs, shove them right up in yer arse and drown them in the ocean of piss." threatened Mosseau, oddly quietly this time.

"I was about to say that you are a cocaine addict, you damned mentalcase. If you want puns, go ask someone else." retaliated George as he was about to perform his signature slap on him, while simultaneously pointing towards Bowser without him noticing it.

"Oh, aight then." said Mosseau as he then continued flailing his arms around and yelling, falling down on the ground once more.

"...Sheesh!" sighed Bowser.

"Mosseau! You must cease immediately!" warned Brane as he raised his index finger towards him, but he continued having his moment. "If you continue being like this, you'll drive away our incoming customers!"

He kept going on like a mad twat he was.

"And you'll get no Rakia!"

"FUCK!" Mosseau yelled as he stopped flailing and stood up. He turned around and noticed John, who just smiled and waved at him.

"So! Sniper Mad John, me lad, what did aye miss?" asked Mosseau as he further looked around the place.

"Ah, not much. Anyway, I would say that those ćevapi should cost around 7 kuna per approximately 1 pound." advised Sniper Mad John, unintentionally causing confusion towards Brane.

"Wait, how much is that in grams?" asked Brane as he scratched his head.

"I think around 500 grams, but I'm not sure, mate." said John.

"Ah, that seems optimal! 7 kuna per 500g or 1 pound!" declared Brane as he raised his hands up in the air once again.

"Say, Brane….Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"Of course!" welcomed Brane as John stepped between them.

"Gwahahaha…..my dream for conquest is getting closer and closer to reality." thought Bowser to himself as he grinned, clutching his fist in secret.

"Finally, I'm gonna get some money." thought George to himself, fixing his hat for a bit.

After John joined them, the state of waiting returned. Only the breeze turned into the wind of the medium force. However, a sight of a man, who held a beer can, appeared from right side of the coast. He was slowly walking towards the food stand, observing the coast just to kill time. Mosseau quickly hid inside his trash can.

"So, am I and Bows gonna stand here or what?" asked George as he poked Brane's shoulder.

"Ah, no worries about it! Tourists will likely accept you!" reassured Brane as he gave a pat on George's shoulder.

"You sure you aren't trustin' people too much?" said George as his left hand slipped in the pocket, grabbing the revolver just in case.

"Smiri se, George moj! Everything is gonna be fine!" reassured Brane once again.

"Hmmpf, fine." mumbled George, still keeping his hand in the pocket.

The man, who approached the food stand, was the Czech tourist from before. He looked at them, prepared to sip from the can and thought to himself:

"Co to kurva je?"

"Welcome to the TOP BALKAN CUISINE WORLDWIDE! With what kind of food do you want to be blessed with?" introduced Brane as the Czech tourist was just speechlessly baffled by them.

"...Did somebody just got murdered here earlier or what?" he asked as he sipped from his beer can.

"No, it was just that somebody stepped on a nail earlier." explained George while doing motions with his right hand.

"Yeah, it was also a real rusty and smelly one at that." added Bowser.

"And it happened right after his or her foot was recovering from stepping on an urchin." also added John while giving a huge grin.

"Oh, damn. That must have been hellish. Anyway, give me some of your ćevapi, please." requested the Czech tourist, to which Brane immediately prepared ćevapi on the grill. The grilling of aforementioned meat produced a special kind of aroma, which, helped by the wind, engulfed the large area of the coast again. Once the ćevapi were grilled, Brane put them on the plastic plate and offered them to the tourist.

"Voila!" he shouted as the tourist took the plate from his grasp. The Czech tourist picked up one of ćevapi and took a bite out of it. The moment he started chewing it, he started doing noises and gestures of severe satisfaction, much to Brane's pleasure.

"Oh! That is some good shit!" praised the tourist as he gave a thumbs up towards them.

"Thank you very much!" said Brane as he gave out the victory sign towards them.

"Nice!" added Bowser as he raised his fist up in the air.

"Seven kuna, please!" asked Brane, to which tourist gave them one coin of 5 kuna and two coins of 1 kuna without any hesitation whatsoever. Before the tourist left and minded his own business, he asked: "By the way, do you people know anything about that out of control Yugo before?"

"Shit!" thought Brane and George to themselves while John was just dumbfounded and Bowser thought to himself: "Crud!".

"Y-y-yeah, it went on a rampage by itself because it got jealous of other cars being objectively better than it." Bowser tried to explain as he was acting like nothing happened.

"Okay, if you say so." said the tourist as he went away, bringing up his not so modern looking phone and called other people, talking with them in his native language.

"Phew!" relieved Brane and Bowser as they cleaned sweat from their foreheads.

"Is it over yet, lads?" peeked Mosseau from his trash can. Cue the the sight of more people coming not only from the same side as the Czech tourist arrived from earlier, but also from the town itself.

"Nope!" answered Brane, which made Mosseau hide in his trash can once again. As the time passes, more and more people, be it tourists from different nations or Croatian citizens, began to flock over the food stand. With demand getting higher in just few hours, they had to take breaks to provide more meat for the customers. However, with income also getting higher and higher, they had to keep all the money somewhere safe and easily reachable. Mad John took care of providing meat from various butchers and shops while George sneaked into the town during one break, stole some empty jars and created holes on every cap, so that they could slip money inside of them.

Later that day, the sun descended from the sky, now that night shall take its place. The area within the close range of the food stand was no longer flocked by many people. Almost every jar that George brought , which were spread on the table, was filled with mostly coins and occasionally paper money.

"So, shall we call it a day?" asked Brane, just before they could return to their resting place, which was close to the restaurant.

"Yeah." said everyone as Mosseau popped out of his trash can, just to say: "Aye.".

"Very well then!" said Brane as everyone was about to return to the place near restaurant, not before George posed a question: "Say, who's gonna take care of the cash?".

"Hmmmm, I suppose anyone of us could do the job, though I do trust myself on that." advised Brane.

"Not me though. I admit that I ain't good with money." refused George. "However, I suppose you should take care of it, considerin' that you seem confident about it."

"Okay, and I'll let Mosseau be the bank!" said Brane, much to George and Bowser's surprise.

"...Are you sure you're gonna trust him with cash?" asked George, pointing at Mosseau.

"PFFFFT, yer implying that aye ever spend the mone!" he laughed and snorted for a bit.

"Hmmm..." thought George to himself.

"WHAT?! Are ye doubting me cla-" threatened Mosseau again as he was about to bring out one of his weapons from his trash can.

"Just curious." clarified George, just so that Mosseau could calm down.

"...Oh." said Mosseau as he stopped himself from further aggression. Everyone then returned to the place near restaurant, where they sat down near the light, which illuminated the area near the Yugo wreckage.

"The grill was success! Now that only the restaurant has not been proven yet, I do wonder if we should just toss one of the options away once the restaurant shall prove itself." said Brane as he scratched his beard.

"Why not keep both? If have them in the best form, we'll have double the income." advised George.

"Yes, and we'll get RICHER quicker!" Bowser supported his statement.

"Aight, but wouldn't that mean we would have the competition with ourselves, considering how close the restaurant and the food stand are?" argued Sniper Mad John.

"Not if take it to the account that the income shall not be split for the restaurant and the stand separately, but rather combined. Perhaps the food stand should work for the smaller doses of food for the customers, like drive-through or somethin', but the restaurant should work for the bigger stuff, like if people want to eat lunch. Capisce?" informed George, crossing his arms in the process.

"Who's gonna work there though?" asked Bowser.

"I would say John. He seems like a guy that would attract a lot of people without looking too odd." recommended George, while glancing at John.

"Oh, thank you very much! Now that I have been given this role and I assume Brane will be the main chef, what would you three be?" said Mad John.

"Uh...I don't even know. I'm a king, not a RESTAURANT MANAGER!" grumbled Bowser.

"Perhaps you could be the cashier for the restaurant. The first thing customers would see will be you, of course!" advised Brane.

"So that means I'm gonna get more well known here easier? NICE!" shouted Bowser and he laughed like a villain.

"I'm gonna be the provider of resources. Don't question my ways of doing it, though." announced George.

"Oh, aye am gonna be a SCAVENGER!" affirmed Mosseau, as he grabbed the edges of his trash can.

"...For what purpose?" asked George as he glared at him.

"Well, somebody has to fill that quota, eh? Not like the wasted food and beverages are the worst thing aye ever ate personally." elaborated Mosseau.

"Ew, that is DISGUSTING and I don't wanna hear more of it." complained Bowser as he winced.

"What?! Sometimes ye gotta eat anything to survive even if it sucks, laddeh!" said Mosseau.

"Yep, I know this." added Mad John.

"So, is everything clear?" asked Brane, just to reassure himself.

"For the restaurant stuff, yes." answered George, with everyone else nodding to his statement.

"So, mates, shall we kill some time or are we going to sleep now?" asked Mad John as he offered a deck of 52 playing cards, immediately catching George's interest.

"Of course." said George, much to Bowser's surprise.

They played various games during the night, such as poker and so on. George was unanimously and calmly winning all the games in a row, much to Bowser's and Mosseau's rage while Brane and John had laughing fits. After several laughing fits, outbursts of anger and noise disturbance warnings, they went to sleep, awaiting for a new day to come. Little did they know that George and Brane woke up a bit earlier.

Next morning, the remaining ones woke up and saw a billboard on the restaurant, with the words "Kornjača" written on it and a drawing of a turtle next to the text. The interior of the restaurant also had some sudden improvements, like a vending machine with beverages, a cash register, a vault and an electric grill.

"Ta-daaaa! Now the restaurant has become "Kornjača", the newer and better than before!" boasted Brane as he pointed his arms towards the renewed restaurant, with George standing near him silently.

"Corn-ya-what?" asked Bowser as he squinted his eyes towards the billboard.

"Kornjača! As in turtle!" explained Brane.

"Ah, I see-WAIT A MINUTE!" noticed Bowser something. "Did you just indirectly name your restaurant after ME?!"

"Yep!" confirmed Brane without hesitation.

"Why, thank you! Nice that even more people will know me, but indirectly." complimented Bowser as he gave a high five to Brane. George stepped closer towards Bowser and whispered: "He was about to name the restaurant with your name, but I've said that's a bit too obvious and if any scandal happens, we would have been an obvious target."

"Ah, nothing too bad. Still a nice gesture, if an indirect one." shrugged Bowser and so did George.

"I have to admit, if it was more direct, I would like it more." he thought o himself.

Meanwhile, Mosseau was observing the interior while John was waiting for him. Then he rolled towards Brane and said: "You know, lad. There's something missing here."

"Tell me, Mosseau! If it's variety in food or such, then don't worry. I've got that covered with pljeskavica, burek and fish!" said Brane. Hearing the words "fish", Bowser winced: "Eugh, MORE FISH?!"

"Is there anything wrong with fish?" asked Brane, being confused at Bowser's disgust.

"No, it's just I can't stand them after that journey." elaborated Bowser.

"Ah! That makes sense! Anyway, what was it, Mosseau?" asked Brane once again.

"TELEVISION!" yelled Mosseau while flailing his arms.

"...What purpose would that have to a restaurant?" questioned George.

"Ye know, if there's one thing that makes people flock around a place like birds around breadcrumbs, it's FOOTBALL MATCHES, LAD!" said Mosseau.

"Do I sense a compensation for legs?" sassed George.

"SHUT YER GEGGIE, YE SNOBBISH, BOAR-LICKED KNOBHEAD!" flipped off Mosseau as he showed his middle finger towards George, to which he did not respond.

"Well, mates. I have to go now. Mosseau, come with me!" said Mad John as Mosseau rolled just right behind him, constantly yelling: "WAIT FOR ME, LADDEH!"

Bowser and Brane entered the restaurant and prepared themselves for the incoming customers and George disappeared into nowhere. Meanwhile John and Mosseau arrived to the food stand and prepared everything. Mosseau hid himself in the trash can once again, just so no one could notice him. As soon as they arrived, one man from the town with sunglasses and a flaming shirt, which had " A" written on its back, rushed towards the food stand and asked: "Greetings, fellow gentleman of similar stature. May I ask you for a large amount of edible substance, which shall provide me nutrients for survival?".

"Oi, mate! We sell ćevapi there! So how much would you want?" asked Mad John with a big grin on his face.

"My most humble apology, but I am afraid that a grilled cuisine made out of minced meat, which is signature in the Southeastern Europe, shall not provide satisfactory for my ever-increasing state of hunger. I would like to ask for something akin to pljeskavica or, if I'm being too demanding, which I apologize in advance, some spit roast, preferably made out of a swine?" said the Polish tourist.

"Sorry, mate. The food stand only sells ćevapi for now. However, if you want a desirable lunch, there's a newly open restaurant over there." advised Mad John as he pointed towards the direction of the restaurant.

"I highly appreciate your help, my good sir, but alas, I must proceed to the restaurant that you have generously pointed for me. Farewell." said the tourist as he rushed towards the restaurant at the high velocity. He entered the restaurant and quickly approached Bowser, much to his surprise.

"Welcome to Kornjača, where you can taste the food out there!" promoted Bowser as he welcomed the customer.

"Greetings, fellow extraordinary reptile of the order Testudines, most likely resembling Macrochelys temminckii species. I have arrived here to order a large amount of edible substance, which shall provide me with nutritions, preferably protein and fat." greeted the Polish tourist.

"Uh...what do you want, professor?" asked Bowser, completely baffled by the tourist's speech as he was about to write the order.

"I would humbly ask for the local dish called "pljeskavica" with some ajvar on the side." requested the tourist as Bowser wrote down the order and gave the paper to Brane. After seeing the order, Brane immediately smacked one large pljeskavica on the electric grill. The grilling of pljeskavica created aroma, which again engulfed the coast by the help of the stronger winds. Once the pljeskavica was grilled enough properly, Brane put it on the ceramic plate, put and additional lepinja and spread some ajvar next to it. He gave the plate to Bowser, which he delivered it to the Polish tourist.

"Here you go! Enjoy the cuisine of Dalmatia!" said Bowser as he offered the plate to his customer and returned to his place.

"Fungah! I'm becoming like him" he secretly thought to himself.

The tourist picked up the fork and a knife and started consuming the meat, sometimes dipping it into the ajvar. The satisfaction on his face after the consumption of pljeskavica could not be described with mere words.

"MY WORD! EXQUISITE! My muscular organ, which can detect various tastes, has never tasted such a divine excellence ever before!" clamored the tourist, which in response, both Bowser and Brane yelled: "YES!"

After the customer paid for the pljeskavica, he left the restaurant in high spirits. However, in a quite short time, more people started to enter the restaurant. Bowser welcomed them with a boastful smile as Brane worked overtime, just to satisfy his customers. Most, if not all of the customers were singing praises about Brane's delicacies. The food stand was also selling the food, but not as successfully as the restaurant. After the sun descended from the sky once again, they temporarily closed the restaurant and sat down the Yugo wreckage as always. Just as before, they played various card games before sleep, with George having a winning streak. The next day surprised them, as contractors started to appear over the restaurant, requesting that this restaurant should spread all over the places. Of course, no one between the buffoons hesitated for Kornjača to spread out more. At first, it only spread through Dalmatia, appearing in towns like Makarska, which replaced that abandoned shop. The day for the working buffoons was almost identical as before, with Bowser greeting customers with a smile and taking their orders while Brane grilled the meat like a composition of aroma and taste. However, they somehow installed a digital television in one of the corners of the restaurant, mostly playing football matches with occasional news on it. Same as before, the restaurant closed after the sunrise, with them playing card games again.

However, within less of a week, Kornjača spread all over Croatia, from Makarska to Vukovar. Croatian citizens began to chant "Kornjača" all over the place, especially notably when the new branch of the restaurant was about to open.

In Zagreb, reporters recorded the mass chanting that happened near one of the branches. One of them reporters tried to interview some of the people in the masses.

"Mister, can you tell us about this unexpected, but well regarded restaurant that is called Kornjača?" asked the reporter.

"KORNJAČA JE JAČA!" the man and the masses yelled in union as they continued chanting.

"It is true….Kornjača took over Croatia!" said the reporter dramatically as they played a stock music piece over it.

Bowser and his group watched the whole ordeal on their own DTV with pleasure. George was too busy counting money to concentrate on TV though.

"We did it! We have become locally famous!" shouted Brane as he raised his arms up to the heavens.

"YES! Now people know how good our food is!" complimented Bowser as he gave Brane a high five once again.

"Finally, we have something to supply ourselves." said George as he briefly looked towards them, before he continued counting money.

"Goob job, mates!" praised Mad John as he gave everyone a handshake.

"WHEN'S ARSENAL?! CHANGE THE CHANNEL ALREADY!" screamed Mosseau as he slammed on his trash can.

"Wait! We have to see our news first!" said Brane, just before the news switched to another story.

"We shall cover the story of some celebrity causing some sh-" reported the broadcaster before George switched the channel to the football match between Arsenal versus Manchester.

"Here's your football match you desired so much." said George, leaving Mosseau alone with his TV. Everyone else also joined him and started playing cards while Mosseau was cussing up storms because of the match. Just before they went to sleep, Bowser's smile slowly turned into a slight frown as he looked down on the floor.

Within next few days, Kornjača has officially spread beyond the borders. Reports say that the sights of the restaurants have been found from Macedonia, Serbia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Kosovo, Montenegro, Bulgaria and even Slovenia, but so far nowhere else had it spread. Although the reception towards Kornjača in these countries was positive, it was not as extreme as in Croatia, even some in Bosnia and Herzegovina and Bulgaria giving negative reviews for it. The most popular location still remained Baška Voda, with hundreds of people flocking the place. However, with each day, Bowser's aforementioned boastful smile started to fade away and became more unusually passive. This continued up until one day, where Bowser's smile completely faded away, leaving him to be utterly bored. Once the working hours have past, they all sat down near the wreckage and played card games, with Bowser winning this time.

"Congratulations, you won this one." complimented George as he offered Bowser a handshake, but Bowser refused it, much to George's surprise.

"Eh."

"Huh? Bowser, what is the matter?" asked Brane.

"Eeeeeeeeeeh."

"No seriously, what's wrong?" also asked Sniper Mad John.

"For fuck's sake, yer being like a passive mule lately. Spit it out or aye'll make ye say it!" rambled Mosseau as he was about to unleash his claymore.

"I suppose I should reveal the truth. Brane….I know restaurant business is fun for you and such….but it doesn't work for me. Something has been missing from my life ever since I left my kingdom." vented Bowser.

"Ah, I understand you, Bowser. What's been missing from your life though?" consoled Brane.

Bowser silently stood up and said one simple thing:

"CONQUEST!"

"Of course." said George as he performed a motion similar to the one someone rolling their eyes.

"Hahaha, you have certainly conquered the Balkan cuisine." joked Sniper Mad John.

"Did ye say…..conquest!?" shrieked Mosseau in excitement as he raised his claymore up in the air.

"NO! THAT IS NOT THE SAME! Sure, we have established dominion over Balkan cuisine chain, but...My style of conquering is more of CRUSHING EVERY ENEMY WITH THE IRON FIST, TAKING THEIR LAND WITH THE FORCE AND MAKING THEIR ENTIRE POPULATION KNEEL ONCE THEY HEAR THE NAME OF THEIR CONQUEROR: BOWSER! WITH SHEER POWER, I SHALL TAKE OVER THIS WORLD! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" boasted Bowser as he posed menacingly along with his rant, leaving everyone speechless.

"Uhm….should we tell that his plan seems….impossible?" whispered John to Brane, just before George bluntly told him: "No, Bowser, that is not possible to accomplish here."

"HMMPF! Go ahead and tell me WHY is such a plan impossible!" pouted Bowser as he crossed his arms.

Sniper Mad John quickly took out a world map out of his pocket and showed him every country on it. He pointed out on one nation: United States of America.

"What about it?" asked Bowser, being confused by the point John was trying to make.

"This is the United States, the most armed country on the planet. Practically unrivaled in terms of technology with very few countries EVEN competing it." started explaining John.

"Bah! T-t-they can boast all they want, but they'll have to PROVE it!" he tried to refute any statement.

"….It's entire army can destroy this world multiple times if they wanted just by one weapon type. Who knows how would a full scale battle against USA look like." further continued John, which made George's jaw drop.

"HOLY S….SHUCKLES! T-T-THIS IS A JOKE, RIGHT?!" screamed Bowser as his jaw also dropped and his irises shrunk.

"...I always knew my country was powerful, but to basically have that much power? I never knew..." mumbled George while staring at the world map.

"Oooooh, wrecking yer arse isn't the only they'll do to ye! They'll peacekeep it! So yeah, don't fuck with 'em unless you want unlubed annihilation of everything ye knew, loved and yer rectum." further added Mosseau.

"Not only that, but they're also one of the leading parts of NATO!" spiced up John.

"WHAT-O?! WHAT KIND OF FORCE OF NATURE IS THAT?!" asked Bowser while trembling.

"North Atlantic Treaty Organization or, to put it short, a military alliance between the States, most of the Europe, with very few countries being in NATO that are not in Europe. Basically, if you piss off one of the countries within the membership, the alliance will strike back HARD!" elaborated John, much to Bowser's horror.

"..So not only do they have SO MUCH POWER….they have other not as powerful but still threatening countries on their side? TALK ABOUT AN OVERKILL! No wonder why you guys seem to think that world domination is impossible here!" ranted Bowser.

"Oh yes! A fellow neighbor country of mine received a taste of NATO not too long ago." added Brane while pointing behind the mountains.

"The taste was fucked, mang." said Mosseau quietly.

"So, I hope at least anyone not in the NATO shall not give us trou-WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUNGUS IS THAT COUNTRY AND WHY IS IT SO BIG?!" Bowser tried to reassure himself but he noticed Russian Federation on the map.

"Russia? Oh yeah, you should be wary of it. While the consequences might not be as extreme as pissing off United States, they'll still wreck everything if you do provoke them….ruthlessly." said John.

"Oh man….things were much simpler back in my kingdom. Only Mario and Luigi were really the forces I couldn't defeat and even then they're were just some stupid plumbers in the end. Everything else was a big joke to me thanks to my pure power….and sometimes plumbers because certain mockeries of villains somehow managed to OUTSMART ME….not my fault though. But…..this….this NATO thing sends shivers down my spine just imagining it. What even makes them so powerful enough that they could manage to destroy this world multiple times? Is it some kind of doomsday device or what? I'm not screwing with them or that giant named Russia, since they would end everything I knew and loved….I must think of something…." thought Bowser to himself, before he came up with something.

"Hmm…Perhaps my old techniques of conquering countries wouldn't work here…...BUT…..I have an idea." revealed Bowser to them, which all of them caught interest.

"Perhaps as a start we could conquer….SOME SMALL ISLANDS THAT NO ONE CARES ABOUT! Obviously not close to here since….we are close to those NATO countries right?" advised Bowser as he turned his back towards them, glancing them over like a villain.

"Just to clarify, we are in a NATO country." said Brane.

"….We are leaving Croatia tomorrow." boldly declared Bowser as he clutched his fist.

"ŠTO?! Z-Z-ZAŠTO!? HOW COULD I EVER LEAVE THE BEAUTIFUL DALMATIA!?" panicked Brane as he began to sweat.

"Listen, I've been in this situation before. You start missin' it at first, but you'll get over it. I do miss a bit of Big Apple though." told George his experience.

"So have I, but I've got sick of constantly failing. I had to move out and this is the golden opportunity to do it. Speaking of opportunities….Brane, don't you want to spread your cuisine all over the world?" claimed Bowser, enlightening the mind of Brane.

"...I...I do! Oh ja! I could spread Balkan cuisine through your conquest!" said Brane as he raised his fist up in the air like a rebel.

"And do you three desire anything from the conquest?" Bowser asked them.

"As a vagabond myself, I don't really desire anything than a good paycheck and just traveling around the world, mate." said Sniper Mad John.

"Needs for survival and a good paycheck." demanded George.

"GLOOOOOOOOORY!" yelled Mosseau as he pulled out his claymore and the bagpipes. Just as he was about to play them, everyone told him to stop, much to his dismay.

"Well then! Those don't seem too difficult, but just before we take a rest for our incoming conquest, I must simply do one thing first." requested Bowser as he grinned towards Mosseau and George.

"WHAT?!" shouted Mosseau while George just uncomfortably looked at Bowser.

"It is true that our conquest is impossible with just five of us. Anyone with a functioning brain would said that. However, with an army, WE SHALL ACCOMPLISH OUR GOALS and I just got the right idea on what army shall look like!" explained Bowser while laughing maniacally. "Say...does anyone here have some kind of communication thingamajig or something?"

Brane immediately gave him his old Nokia phone. He had difficulties typing on it with his reptilian sausage hands, but he managed to type a random combination of numbers. Bowser put the phone near his ear and waited for the answer.

"Riiing….Hello? Who's calling this?" asked a familiar voice.

"Who else than YOUR MAJESTY HIMSELF, BOWSER!" answered Bowser.

"O-o-o-oh, your Farawayness! It's been….quite a long time honestly!" stuttered the voice.

"Kamek, I need you for something! Bring me that wand which revives the dead people, but keeps them as bones NOW!" demanded Bowser.

"I-i-i'll be there but where are you even?" asked Kamek.

"Baška Voda, Croatia. Also important: MAKE THEM SPEAK ENGLISH….so that there could be no language barriers!" further demanded Bowser.

"Understood, your Demandiness!"

"Also, get me Junior on the phone now!" ordered Bowser. Kamek switched the phone, so that Bowser Jr. could get on the it.

"Hey, Papa!"

"Junior! What's up, my son!" asked Bowser all giddy.

"Nothing much, pops. We're trying to conceive a plan to kidnap Peach without those dumb plumbers noticing!" answered Bowser Jr. happily.

"Just expected for my son! By the way, did you do your homewoooork?"

"….Yes, Papa, I did my homework….and other chores too….and commanding the army too." groaned Bowser Junior.

"Good! You know, dad is in this weird country called Croatia. Like, the beaches don't even have sand here, instead it's foot torture and the nature is super weird there, but once you get used to it, it's very nice." said Bowser.

"Cool! I hope one day, we might be able to visit it together. Whelp, time to inspect those Goombas! See ya, papa!" said Bowser Junior as he put down the phone.

"See ya later, Junior!" said Bowser a goodbye and then looked back, seeing them all baffled with exception of Mosseau.

"...You have a son?" Brane, George and John all asked in union.

"YES INDEED! Not only that, I have also additional SEVEN KIDS AS WELL!" he boasted as he put his arms on his hips.

"...Oh wow, mating season for you was fucking mental." said George.

"Eight only? PFFFFFFFFFFFT! That's nothing, laddeh. Aye used to have 25 kids back in me days!" countered Mosseau.

By the time Bowser told him about the kids, Kamek already arrived to the scene with some kind of wand in his hand.

"Here it is, your Majesty. Apologies for rushing, but I must take care." said Kamek as he gave the wand to Bowser and flew off back to his kingdom.

"COME BACK, YE WIZARD!" taunted Mosseau as he grabbed his AK-47 from his trash can.

"Don't fire at my own minions, Mosseau!" warned Bowser, making Mosseau hide his AK-47 back in his trash can. He observed the wand for a bit before deciding: "Now...anyone tell me where's the nearest graveyard?"

Later that night, somewhere on the sea facing side of the mountain, they found some abandoned graveyard with severely damaged graves. Crows observed them from the distanced and flew away, minding their own business. Then Bowser stomped with his foot and raised the wand up in the air.

"RISE FROM THE BELOW, MY SKELETAL FRIENDS!"

The lightnings from the wand scorched the earth with the sheer power of Bowser, causing large vibrations in the ground. Suddenly, skeletal arms bursted through the layer of ground, pulling themselves out of their grisly graves. More and more arms rose from the earth, with every furious skeleton fully ascending from their graves to the mortal realm of this world. Once every skeleton from the graveyard has risen, they all screamed in union:

"FUCKBOYS BEWARE! YOU'RE IN FOR A SCARE!"

Bowser, with a big smug grin on his face, approached the mass of skeletons, making every skeleton look in his eyes.

"Listen very carefully! I AM BOWSER, THE ONE WHO GAVE YOU ANOTHER CHANE, YOUR NEW LEADER! I DREAM TO BECOME ONE OF THE MOST INFLUENTAL AND POWERFUL PERSON ON THIS PLANET. MY ACTIONS SHALL BE WRITTEN IN HISTORY! I WILL BECOME A CONQUEROR GREATER THAN…..uh…." Bowser gave a speech to them before he asked his companions for help. "Who was the greatest conqueror of them all?"

"Alexander the Great?" answered Mosseau.

"Yesss...GREATER THAN ALEXANDER THE GREAT! I SHALL OVERCOME HIM! I WILL BECOME RICHER THAN…...uh….who's the richest person on this planet?" asked Bowser once again.

"Sheikh?" answered Sniper Mad Jon.

"YESSSS…..I SHALL BECOME RICHER THAN SHEIKH! SO COME WITH ME, MY FELLOW BONES!" he completed his speech.

"Nice!" the skeletons said in the union.

"You will also get a lot of money if you join me." added Bowser.

"OH NICE, LAD!" they all yelled.

"Also, if yer gonna get our trust properly, aye might share some cocaine with ye." promoted Mosseau.

"SING ME THE FUCK UP, BOY!" they all yelled in union as they flocked over the Bowser's side.

"GWAHAHAHAHA! NOW THE WORLD SHALL FEAR THE NAME OF BOWSER! But for now…..let's take a rest shall we?"