Another morning for the Royal Auxiliary Isle. The sky was clear. Clear to a fault. However, that was no mere morning, it was the morning for the change to come. Bowser has set the plan in motion as he and his colleagues stood in front of the inn, gathered by their skeletal minions. They tuned in closely, just to hear what their boss had to say.

"Gentlemen, the time has come!" Bowser boastfully announced the thing he wanted to do ever since he conquered an island. He spread his arms like an eagle, presenting them with a vision.

"The plan of yours?" asked George as he crossed his arms.

"Of course! With almost everything set, we are more ready to go! Now, only Kamek has to wake up and then we have it all!" said Bowser before he had to address one potential issue regarding their plan, which involved a certain half skeleton half trash can person who viewed wizards in the same manner as anyone on this planet views mosquitoes. "And NO, MOSSEAU, YOU WILL NOT TRY TO SLAUGHTER THEM!".

"For fuck's sake!" Mosseau slapped his own trash can like a knee in frustration, deprived of bloodbath once again. Then again, he truly would have screwed them over if he let out his homicidal tendencies. Speaking of the wizard, he was oddly not present there, possibly due to the fact he was asleep.

"When's the wizard gonna wake up, my momec?" Brane pointed out the lack of presence of the wizard. The turtle man knew exactly what to do when a situation like a sleeping wizard amid the necessity of his presence.

"Just a sec." Bowser turned back as he stomped inside the inn, going to wake up the wizard from his slumber in his own way. His colleagues of the higher rank had a hunch on exactly what would he do.

"Is he actually gonna do it?" questioned Mad John with a raised eyebrow. They only needed to hear one thing to know if their hunch was confirmed.

"WAKE UP!".

And so it was.

"Yes. Yes he did." George shook with his head, once again knowing that Bowser would opt for an ear blasting option. Soon enough, Bowser returned, accompanied with the turtle wizard, who was still half asleep despite the rude awakening.

"Ah yes. Now it's time, Your Earblastness. Which one shall we do first?" Kamek groggily asked, wondering on where will he start.

"The one at the port! I'll be needing those ships more!" Bowser gave him instructions as he pointed at it, not only announcing the move of his presence, but also ordering others to come at it, to see his plan unfold right in front of their eyes.

"As you wish, your Commandness." grumbled Kamek as everyone started walking away from the inn and march right into the port that had about fours galleons. Bowser went forward just a bit before he turned towards his skeletal people, preparing to give an announcement.

"Now, gentlemen! This shall be the first half of our first step of….wait, we can't really do world conquering, so I'd say its WORLD INFLUENCING! GWAHAHAHAHA!" Bowser boastfully declared as he raised his fist in the air, knowing well that the plan was just minutes away from happening.

"Yeah, that's a more realistic goal if you ask me." commented Mad John amid his announcement.

"Wait, can one tiny island in the middle of nowhere really influence the world?" asked George, wondering on how could they get influence when they are literally in the middle of the Arabian Sea.

"Considering where we are, we absolutely can...for better or for worse." Mad John pointed out that they were near a region known for disputes of varying levels of violence, either direct or indirect. Bowser could have a hand in disrupting the status quo, although that would put them at immense risk of escalation.

"Oh boy, let's hope that Bowsy Boi doesn't do anythin' stupid." George addressed that it would be better off if their efforts would be ignored internationally. However, the time has come. Kamek placed himself near the sea, looking for a spot that would be ideal for the warp pipe. He figured out that the war pipe had to be in the water, since it would be used as a way to transport ships. Once he found it, he started swinging with his magic wand, causing it to emit some kind of light. It became increasing brighter as Kamek started charging up the spell.

"Sqidoodle Sqidaddle Shishalabim!" Kamek casted the spell as he swung the wand forward, sending the sphere of light right towards the location where he intended the warp pipe to appear. Once the sphere hit the ground, a flash of light bursted as if Kamek has thrown a stun grenade. When it all cleared up, a green pipe appeared from the ground, laying sideways as it led right into the sea. Skeletons became intrigued of the mechanisms regarding Kamek's skill as a magician.

However, one was completely enraged by the sight.

"WIZARDY! WIZARDYYYYYY!" Mosseau started to shake like he was on crack again, except the pure hatred of anything related to wizards caused him to do so, even falling on the floor as he flailed his arms around like a madman. Of course, he gained attention from everyone quickly.

"Is that guy alright or what?" mumbled Kamek in a much more annoyed tone. Considering Mosseau's attempt to commit homicide, Kamek's opinion on him was as sour as a rotten lemon.

"Nope, he's going mental over the fact he can't shoot you." Mad John casually elaborated to him.

"….Alright, why does he want to shoot me?" sighed Kamek as he put his hand over his head in a similar manner as a facepalm.

"Because you're a wizard. That's it." George bluntly said, partially to take a jab at Mosseau. Since he was too busy raging, Mosseau couldn't hear his jest. Such explanation made Kamek feel even more done.

"...Things I have to put up with it here. Not even back home I was threatened to be SHOT AT." Kamek sighed even more, noticing that not even his own world prepared him for that insanity. However, his woes were soon replaced by the voice of his boss.

"Now, I must tell boys back at home to move their ships! In the mean time, set up the other pipe! Skeletons, come with me!" declared Bowser as, followed by some skeletons, boarded the capital ship of Skeleton Mafia. Upon preparation and doing everything they needed, they started cruising towards the pipe. The entrance more than large enough for a fishing boat to come. It could even take oil tankers.

"...Yes, I know. I'll also tell them to move here." Kamek flew on his broom towards the other part of the island, where the ground troops would be transported. Other elites and skeletons waited, though one of them was still raging.

"Okay, you can stop having a fit now." Mad John alerted him that he's been raging for too much time. Of course, Mosseau didn't hear him.

"That ain't gonna work, John." advised George, knowing that Mosseau couldn't be easily persuaded normally. However, one of them knew the trick.

"But I know what will! You know what happens to Rakija-" Brane raised his finger to show that he will deprive him of alcohol. He didn't even finish the sentence, yet Mosseau immediately stopped raging as he picked himself up.

"Aye, what did I miss?" Mosseau asked as if he was asleep all the time before he noticed the green pipe. "What the bloody hell's shite is this?!".

"Apparently, that's the thing that Bowser's gonna use to bring his troops here." explained Mad John quickly.

"Turtles and shite? Aight, who's with me that we're gonna laugh at them?" Mosseau suggested that they should ridicule Bowser's troops when they appear.

"Me." George immediately offered assistance. Other two were more open minded about it, although they had particularly low expectations about it, both in competence and appearance of Bowser's actual army.

"Gyahahaha, good choice, me lad!" Mosseau cheered for him as he suddenly pulled a bottle of beer to support his decision on mocking Bowser's army. Then, he had something on his mind. "Also, Aye have a question.".

"What is it?" asked George with suspicion, knowing that Mosseau would likely ask something ridiculous. Rare was a question uttered from Scotsman's mouth that could be considered sane by anyone.

"Is there Hell in Bowser's world?" nonchalantly asked Mosseau, although those who knew him on a personal level already knew what was he intending to do if, by chance, there is truly "Hell" in Bowser's world.

"...Why would you ask that?" George turned his head towards him almost as if he was squinting at him. He already assumed that Mosseau was up to something nuts, since he always was.

"First of all, ask the man himself. Second of all, I'm sorry but you cannot go on a massacre spree in Hell right now. We've got priorities to do." Mad John immediately reminded him that his indulgence of slaughtering countless demons had to be up on hold.

"...Ay, shite." Mosseau slouched with his arms, once again putting the opportunity to commit massacres on demonkind again on hold. Their discussions came to an end once they saw the bowsprit peak out of the pipe.

The time has come. As it slowly sailed out of the pipe, Bowser's galleon revealed itself. It was exactly what would one expect out of such vessel, with few stand out parts being a carved out Bowser's head beneath the bow and its sail being entirely in black, with a Bowser's own derivative of Jolly Rogers' skull and bones plastered being right on the entirety of it. Somehow, they were all expecting it to be like that. It would have been a much bigger surprise if it was somehow worse. It didn't have much chance to be more advanced than that.

"GWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M BACK, GENTLEMEN!" Bowser boastfully spread his arms like an eagle spreads its wings as he displayed them the "might" of Bowser's Kingdom navy. To give him some credit, that was one of the strongest naval vessels in Mushroom Kingdom. The thing was though, he was no longer there. It was an entirely new world.

"Oh god, it really is just galleons." George shook with his head, already imagining that their fleet won't go much far in their world.

"This would have been far more impressive if we were here like three hundred years ago." jested Mad John, although considering their encounter with the destroyer of United States Navy, hard to say he was particularly wrong about it.

"Still, pretty nice ships though." Brane decided to take the whole situation with a silver lining, just pointing out how well crafted were they, especially for another world's standards. As Bowser's ship kept cruising forward, so did more galleons join. Just for a test, there were about ten of them, all similar in shape, size and of course, the carved Bowser head.

"What do you think of these naval conquerors? Don't you think they're just the most awesome things ever?" inquired Bowser, boasting even more about his fleet. His crew, well, didn't mince their words regarding their opinions on the turtle king's grocery list of vessels.

"You'll die before you know it with these, Bows!" scoffed Mosseau right off the bat. Nothing else was needed to be said, but Bowser's grimace immediately turned into a frown. At that point, he even expected it. Not a day passed without Mosseau roasting his equipment.

"….You know, at this point I just expect for you to dunk on them. Not that you are particularly wrong here, but...come on." Bowser tried to defend his fleet from being constantly roasted, but instead focused the whole process of introducing them to his own military. "Anyway, say hello to MY army!".

Suddenly, four soldiers of Bowser's army, one being a Koopa, one being a Goomba, other one being a Hammer Bro and the last one being a Bob-Omb, jumped right off the ship as they landed on the very land of Royal Auxiliary Isle. Koopa and Hammer Bro were even audacious enough to perform somersaults midair, but any bravado came to a halt the moment they saw with what kind of people would they work together.

"Hello….uh…." Koopa's irises shrunk as rest of representatives faced right towards an entire band of animated human skeletons, all dressed sharply like true mafiosos, accompanied by two actual human in flash, with one being much taller and beefier than the other one.

"Those are our Lord's army there, right?" Goomba leaned towards Hammer Bro by raising his foot. Never before have they seen their boss command such a radically different army before, although when it came to necromancy it wasn't off the table. Meanwhile, skeletons, along with John and Brane, remained quite perplexed just by their appearance alone. One would expect Bowser's army to be at least intimidating, not consisting of cartoony looking fellas, but reality often proves the contrary.

"Bowser….this is your army?" Mad John raised his head to take a look at Bowser, pointing right at his representative, wondering if the turtle man himself had a laugh.

"Yes, it is. What's wrong with that?" Bowser squinted right at him, even though he knew what would be the outcome of him introducing his own army towards the skeleton gang.

Of course, the entire band of skeletons, including John and Brane, roared with laughter once they realized Bowser was not pulling their noses. That was, indeed, his actual army. Bowser's representatives became perplexed by their reaction.

"Did we do something funny or something?" Hammer Bro was the first one to ask as he turned towards Bowser, who just stared at the whole situation in the state of "acceptance".

"You'll get to know once you get used to this world more. Trust me. It's different for sure." Bowser hinted at the answer for why exactly did they find Bowser's army the exact opposite of intimidating.

"Okay, this is starting to get on my nerves. Can we just show them that we're not pansies or what?" Goomba began to seethe by the mockery provided by the undead, suggesting that they should perform a show of force demonstration.

"Dude, there's like, a dozens of living skeletons here. I wouldn't want to mess with them, especially with that guy over there. That one looks nuts." Bob-Omb immediately pointed out that not only were they outmatched, but they were also out armed. He took special attention towards the only skeleton who had its entire lower body as a trash can. The aforementioned lad flailed his arms like a balloon as he kept laughing like a maniac.

"Alright then, we had a good one. So, greetings there, our newly introduced colleagues. We helped your boss here." Mad John was the first one to cease laughing, with soon everyone else following, knowing that they will be working as allies now. He extended his massive hairy arm, with his palm being almost the size of an entire Goomba. Bowser's minions, at least those who had arms, just grabbed his fingers in cautiousness and shook their hands. A minute of silence followed, the awkward one.

"Lord Bowser, what to do now?" Bob-Omb glanced over to his boss, requesting assistance regarding incorporating with the entirely different army.

"Get along or else!" Bowser ordered with a shout, with a glare signifying that any progress that would go into opposite direction of what he desired would be met with sanctions.

"Oh...okay….so, how ya doing?" Bob-Omb began the discussion as he took a look at skeletons. Only Brane was just slightly taller, as everyone else was just towering over them.

"Just settin' up this island, that's all for now. Apparently, more of you boys will come to this island too, but from another end." George gave out an answer as he hinted that they should expect further reinforcements on the island, thanks to the other pipe.

"Oh right, boss said that he does need us for something. The usual business, you know, conquering." Bob-Omb continued the discussion between them, trying to establish a diplomatic relationship between Bowser's Kingdom army and Skeleton Mafia.

"Yea, we're taking over islands and getting cash." spoke random skeleton out of a sudden, giving them an idea what were they up to so far. The representatives of Bowser's army became perplexed, since their conquest seemed rather lacking in ambition, not like Bowser at all.

"Just islands? That's it, really? Lord Bowser, pardon me for intrusion, but what happened?" Koopa turned towards his boss with a question, wondering what caused his boss to tone down his ambitions. Bowser sighed in advance, well aware of the reason that was soon to be cleared up to others.

"This world happened, that's what." grumpily answered Bowser, having some experience with the world he was in first hand. Any desire to take over the world in a classic style was long gone. However, his response further perplexed them even more.

"What exactly though? We do not quite understand." Goomba raised his eyebrow.

"Let those guys tell you about it. John, that's your cue." Bowser allowed his sniper colleague to explain them their status.

"Alright then, I'll gladly explain it to you. So, tell me how's your world like?" John cracked his fingers as he knelt down with one of his leg, looking at them right in their eyes through his black sunglasses. Even when lowered, he still towered over them. In some ways, it sort of intimidated them, despite having a friendly grin on his heavily bearded face.

"Well, there's...uh….kingdoms. A lot of kingdoms, every land has their own king and queen, you know." Bob-Omb hesitantly began explaining how it was like in the world of Mushroom Kingdom. From John's and others' point of view, it felt like he was describing a very basic and idealized version of their local middle ages, if new age if we are being generous. John had a laugh upon hearing it.

"Allow me to tell you that such way of governing does not longer exist. Monarchy as you know has been dead for centuries, mate. For the most part." Mad John bluntly told them about the status of feudal monarchy. It wasn't immediately that Bowser's representatives understood what he meant by that.

"Huh? Then who rules countries?" asked Goomba. One of them was savvy enough to make a guess.

"Who else could it be than presidents? I mean, that has to be logical, right?" assumed Hammer Bro, displaying that he had somewhat of an understanding of ruling systems, even if it was very surface level.

"If yer lucky, you have a president, assuming that it's not a president in name only. Lots of tyrants and warlords all over the world." Mosseau cautioned them about deception of semantics. One of the examples that Mosseau had in mind was Saddam Hussein, the "president" of Iraq before United States overthrew him in 2003.

"But now, I think I should address a more important thing. You guys are pretty used to conquering, right?" Mad John continued to explain how their world operates.

"Yeah, we do it every Wednesday. It's all successes except Mushroom Kingdom. I think the boss has already told you why." revealed Bob-Omb about their conquest plans, although he did not reveal the exact size of Bowser's Kingdom. Only they and their boss knew how much territory did they have under their hands.

"Scheduled conquering, that's bloody incredible." Mosseau commented with a nod, remembering back in his days that conquering happened when it did, no planning ahead. John had another hearty laugh before his expression turned stern, immediately giving them an idea of gravity of the topic he was about to reveal right in front of them.

"Well, here's what happens when you conquer here, today at least. You think you could just get a piece of a land quite easily, no resistance, right? Well, you'd be dead wrong. The moment you try to take away land from a nation here, they will respond. If you're lucky, only one will, but you just happened to go into hot waters, many will respond, including those that have the ability to leave nothing but ashes out of this army. From thousands of miles away, even." elaborated Mad John with not a single trace of jest in his voice. Nothing but dead seriousness was shown right in front of their faces.

"Not even claiming water would get you safe. In fact, that's gonna give you quite a response." added Brane, hinting at often disputes about territorial and international waters.

"Wait, you can't even claim waters? What's up with that?" Bowser raised his eyebrow as he learned something new yet very unwanted.

"Ask Gaddafi about it." Mosseau referred to a certain leader, known for being in a conflict (but not war) against the United States because of territorial water claims and threats during the 80's. Naturally, Bowser had no idea about such historic person and his relevance.

"...Who's this Gaddafles guy you are talking about?" asked Bowser in a baffled tone.

"I'll tell you about it later. Anyway, but that doesn't end of it. Some countries are so powerful, they influence the world as they see fit. They don't have to be the biggest to do so too. Who knows what kind of foes we will face here." Mad John assured Bowser that he will be informed but after he finished talking about why old school conquest is a one way ticket to intense international military intervention. All of Bowser's representatives remained silent, completely shocked, as seen by their stunned shrunken irises.

"….Do you sleep well at night, knowing this?" timidly asked Goomba, hardly imagining that one could live normally under such existential threat. Skeletons just shrugged at it, dealing it as a normal thing. Possibly because they're dead.

"Quite well, actually. I've got a good job, a beautiful wife and a good friend all around me." Mad John once again laughed, expressing little concern, as long as Bowser plays it smartly. Not everyone in the Skeleton Mafia agreed with his sentiment though.

"Don't worry, I'm in the same boat as you boys are." George leaned towards them as he expressed the similar dread, although through a much lesser extent.

"….Can we go home?" Koopa already started slowly walking towards the ship, realizing that their presence on that world might not be long lasting if any situation escalates. Bowser scratched his chin as he thought about the response. On one hand, he wouldn't accept immediate surrender and cowardice, but at the same time, from what he has seen of the world, he could sympathize with their decision.

"Hmmm….in a case of emergency. But for now, you will have to contribute or else." Bowser gave out an official response, maintaining his position for them to be stationed, but in the case of things going haywire, they can go home. Bowser's representatives looked at the whole situation and just blankly stared, realizing what did they get themselves into.

"….We're boned." yelped Hammer Bro.

Unfortunately, he used such word at the worst possible place and at the worst possible time.

"WHAT THE FLYING FUCK DID YE SAY NOW, YE WEE SHITE?!" Mosseau exploded in anger as he immediately whipped out two of his chainsaws on metal poles, revving them up as he was about to cut down an entire forest or demons in his case. Bowser's representatives got spooked so hard, that they could feel their souls physically leaving their bodies.

"MOSSEAU, NO! TAKE YOUR HATRED OF PUNS SOMEWHERE ELSE!" Bowser roared as he commanded his Scottish colleague to lay down his arms. Ears of anyone near them did not have good time there. Mosseau lowered down his weapons, but he still stared at them with a suspicious look.

"But it wasn't a pun! I swear it wasn't!" Hammer Bro begged him to not slaughter them right in front of their boss.

"Mang, don't even deny it. It was." random Skeleton argued against their cause, but their argument came to an end when the wizard on the broom arrived. With him, many of already represented troops were there, but some of them were new, like Shy Guys, Bullet Bill cannons and so on. Suddenly, the whole Royal Auxiliary Isle was starting to feel overpopulated.

"Your I-sorta-ran-out-of-adjectiveness, I have returned with some news that I think you'll find great." Kamek announced the arrival, along with good news for them.

"Oh? Tell me more, Kamek." Bowser raised his eyebrow, always welcoming anything that was deemed good news.

"You shall see soon enough. Actually, about right now." answered Kamek, hinting that the answer will be quite self explanatory. Bowser slouched with his shoulders, not exactly appreciating that he had to wait more.

"You know, it would have been much easier if-" grumbled Bowser, although his mood changed suddenly the moment he heard a sound of a car horn, along with high pitched engine revving noises. Just from the sound alone, he could recognize who was coming. Soon enough, the one who was responsible for such noise appeared: Bowser Junior, driving around in his personalized Koopa Clown Car on wheels. He drove right next to the army, so that no one was run over.

"Look at that dude speeding!" random skeleton pointed at the incoming Junior, who felt wind on his face, thanks to him racing to his intended destination. Just before he did reach it, he performed a drift, even raising his Koopa Clown car enough so that he could move the ground with just two wheels alone. After the initial drift, he spun around in his machinery, creating a donut like trail. Such stunt was the final one before he stopped the machine, but he didn't go out of it. Instead, the wheels retracted.

"Junior, my boy!" Bowser happily greeted his son as Bowser Jr. went forth, gathering around with the elites of Skeleton Mafia.

"Hey, Pops! How's it going?" asked Bowser Jr., ever brimming with curiosity.

"I'm so glad to see you, my boy! Now, get ready to meet my colleagues here, they are quite a bunch! Gentlemen, it's time for you to know my son, Bowser Jr!" Bowser introduced them to his cronies of various statures and mentalities. The first one who stood out to Bowser Jr. was, of course, the skeleton in a trash can.

"Eyy, laddeh! Ye looks like just like yer pops!" Mosseau cheered for the kid as he pointed out similarities between father and son. The classic saying applied there big time.

"Thank you, funny skeleton in a trash can! I will be just as powerful and fierce as him!" boasted Bowser Jr as he embraced the compliment from a thousand year old warrior. Interest was sparked immediately. "Now, what is your name?"

"Me name is Mosseau Haggisbourgh of Skrumpskin I and Aye am the greatest warrior that has ever graced this planet! Aye am the pride of Scotland, the best land all across the globe!" Mosseau introduced himself the way Mosseau would do it: boastfully and flexing with his weapons, that time his chainsaws were on the show.

"Hahahaha, I already like you! Say, since you're a warrior, what kind of weapons do you have?" chuckled Bowser Jr before he requested for a further display of Mosseau's weaponry. Just the right move to make a bond between a prince and a warrior's bond stronger.

"Take a look this, me laddeh! Made it meself!" Mosseau was immediately prompted to show the weapon he was most proud of: Vickers machine guns on a metal pole. To Bowser Jr, such weapon looked quite exotic, although he was pretty familiar with firearms, unusual for a resident of a world from where he comes from.

"Woah, that's one heck of a gun! Now, can I show you this?" praised Bowser Jr as he showed his own weapon in an exchange: the Clown Car, with its machinations unknown to this world, opened its mouth as a cannon that resembled something you'd find on a galleon. Since it wasn't armed (re-armament system of such vehicle was only known to Bowser and its designers a la his son), no cannonballs were accidentally fired from it.

"Gehehehe, cannon on yet car? That's a good one!" Mosseau gave him a sincere thumbs up while also getting inspired to make an artillery like weapon, although it would be quite a task, considering that modern artillery is quite larger than the one of the past.

"Yes! I have engineered it by myself! This is what having a degree is worth for!" Bowser Jr boasted about his skills as he put his arms around his stomach. It made some of them wonder how exactly did a kid get an engineering degree. Bowser's Kingdom must have been more advanced than what Bowser showed them. Talks about armament caught interest of another man.

"Oh, ye make weapons? That's amazing, laddie! We need more kids like that!" Mosseau

"Say, you like guns, mate?" asked Mad John as he stepped forth, ready to put his two cents in the discussion.

"Oh, you're one bad looking dude! I bet you are a wrestler! But yes. Yes I do!" commented Bowser Jr. before confidently confirming that yes, indeed, he has an appreciation and taste in firearms.

"Actually, I am a sniper. Take a look at my gun. This is what makes heads go KAPLOW!" elaborated Mad John as he showed him his Mosin Nagant M91/30 model with a scope. A rather vintage weapon from an era long gone, with definite Soviet style. Ironic, considering that Mad John used to work with NATO. Bowser Jr carefully yet enthusiastically observed such weapon. It was a style he hasn't seen before, most what he was used to was quite cartoony, maybe even science fiction-y in comparison.

"Hmm, that's a very interesting gun, though its caliber looks a bit small? I guess it shoots bullets really fast to make heads go KABOOMA!" commented Bowser Jr., making a rather concerningly correct assumption about the role of the rifle. Truthfully, it was just a Mosin Nagant with a scope, but such weapon was and is indeed used by snipers.

"Aye, mate. Rounds go real fast out of this gun and even travel for relatively long time." Mad John approved of his assumption, although George and Brane started to get concerned about how much one kid knows about weaponry. Perhaps the nature of warfare in Mushroom Kingdom was much different there. Hopefully for the best.

"Oh, I wanna fire it! All of those guns, really!" requested Bowser Jr., although he knew he had to be patient. An island had to be rebuilt after all. Both Brane and George's concerns started to peak. Either Bowser had some really unconventional and questionable means of raising or that Bowser Jr was just really interested into weapons.

"Hold there, boy. Do you even have trigger discipline?" George stepped in, cautioning that before he could even fire the gun, he must be aware of safety procedures. Lack of caution is more than often the cause of unintended harm, after all.

"Well, it can't be really different from how it is in my world. Pull the trigger and pow! The guy is out! Also you gotta worry about recoil, but that's only for big guns, I think." Bowser Jr expressed his view on it, although it wasn't entirely a correct one. Even small arms have significant recoil. It would take one to be really strong to negate the recoil of firing a gun.

"Gyahaha, ye have so much to learn, me laddeh! Ye will soon see the greatness of our weaponry, though now Aye assume Bowser lad wants us to construct this island first!" Mosseau promised him that he will teach Junior about weaponry and warfare. Bowser Junior pumped his fist in excitement. However before all of that, Royal Auxiliary Isle must become what Bowser envisions.

"You're on point, Mosseau! What good is the island if it isn't in my style?" Bowser pointed at him with approval.

"Ahaha, I'm not sure if we should talk so casually about weapons with a kid." Brane stepped in as well, with him openly expressing his concerns as he decided to shift the topic.

"Nah, there's no worries here, Mister…..chef?" Bowser Jr reassured him that it was all cool, although he wanted to know more about it. He was pretty on point regarding Brane's occupation.

"That's right, momec! I am a chef! Not just any chef, but Brane, who, along with rest of Skeleton Mafia, has established a famous Balkan restaurant by the name of Kornjača! I shall make the world taste Balkan cuisine!" Brane introduced himself as he pumped with his fist.

"Haha, I was right! You truly are a chef...can I get your food, just to see?" chuckled Bowser Jr. as he laid down a request for the good old chef.

"Of course, my colleague!" Brane responded within nanoseconds as he dashed towards the kitchen on the ship, once again preparing what he considered to be the pinnacle of world's cousin. Raw meat dumplings, made out of mixed meat, were placed on the grill. The pink-ish texture slowly turned into a proper one, thanks to the provided heat. Once one side was brown enough, Brane flipped them as they started sizzling once again. They were quickly done as the whole kitchen smelled of Balkan deliciousness. Once he gathered around enough čevapi, he put them on the plate and rushed out of the ship, delivering čevapi right to Bowser Jr.

"Behold! Čevapi The absolute masterpiece of Balkans! Enjoy!" Brane offered him the Balkan delicacy as Bowser Jr grabbed one and tasted it. His taste buds experienced an overjoy of deliciousness, just like his father experienced.

"I WANT MORE! THIS IS DELICIOUS!" demanded Bowser Jr. as he quickly chomped all of čevapi in a record time. Another first impression of Brane's food that ended up in a positive ending.

"Gladly!" Brane was already to rush over to the kitchen once again, but once he noted that there will be more discussion, he waited for a moment.

"Haha, I knew you would like it! Brane definitely knows how to make stomachs satisfied!" laughed Bowser, feeling quite satisfied that Bowser Jr would gather new, although quite unconventional friends.

"I am beyond grateful for your compliments! The Balkan cuisine spreads even further!" declared Brane as he spread his arms like an eagle. Then, he got an idea. "Say, Bows. What do you think about opening up a restaurant in your kingdom?"

"Great idea, Brane! I'll order some of troops to build a restaurant there." Bowser immediately approved the idea, not only because the food was of prime quality and not even only because it would make them profits, but because they would have easier time establishing international relations.

"Jače!" Brane pumped his fist as he let out a truly Croatian yell.

"Say, Junior. What do you think of my colleagues?" asked Bowser as he looked towards his son.

"They look like great dudes, Pops. I especially look forward to what Mosseau has to say." Bowser Jr gave approval to his dad, looking forward to live his life with new colleagues. The elites of Skeleton Mafia also approved of his presence, while promising that they'll teach him a lot of stuff.

"Gyahaha, yer a lad of culture!" boastfully laughed Mosseau.

"Gwahaha, that's to hear! Now gentlemen, we have to build!" Bowser laughed as well before he announced the official reconstruction of the island. Thus, they all began to work. All the resources came from pipes, which provided them enough material to truly reconstruct the entire isle. Skeletons and Bowser's minions worked, although the elites weren't slacking. Even Bowser was working them. The old Royal Auxiliary Isle was about to get a new face never seen before!

Not to say the whole construction was not monitored by foreign forces. By the time the construction began, the Bombardier of United Arab Emirates Air Force reached the isle. Flying at around 18 000 feet above the sea, they soon found out an anomalous presence of galleons. Due to construction, Bowser and his minions could not hear the roars of turbopropeller engines. Electro-optical / Infrared camera, placed on the bottom of the aircraft, was pointed right at them. Even from a far, although the picture itself was magnified, the operators inside the aircraft were in for a surprise at what they saw.

"...In the name of Allah, what the fuck am I looking at?" the operator of the EO/IR camera stated his perplexity towards seeing a giant turtle man accompanying a bunch of men and unknown creatures building the island. They were more focused on the port, which was just as bizarre. Ever increasing number of galleons along with two fishing boats.

"Is this even a threat? Boats like that belong in the past." commented the second operator, who was busy behind the monitor parallel to the EO/IR camera operator. However, once the initial bafflement wore off, he spotted the vessel of main interest.

"Hmm...take a closer look." the camera operator invited the other one to step in. They saw right what were they looking for: a golden yacht.

"Aha! That's the boat the rich guy wants, isn't it?" pointed out the second operator.

"Has to be, since it's all gold and such. Strangest sortie I have ever taken, not gonna lie." confirmed the camera operator, addressing such anomalous situation. Not once in history of United Arab Emirates did they have to take into account that they would have to deal with a yacht thief that is actually a bipedal ox dragon turtle creature.

"Now the question is, how do we tell Sheikh about this without making him think we are making things up?" asked the second operator regarding how exactly will they report rather stranger details to their leader.

"Don't worry, I'll handle this." reassured the camera operator before he contacted the pilot "Report to Sheikh. We found it. Presence of other vessels is confirmed. None of them are a serious threat to our country".

The pilot nodded as he set up the frequency to Sheikh's command center. Thus, he began to report.

"Overseer 1-1. Spotted vessel." began the pilot as he established a contact with Sheikh.

"Excellent work. Are there any other vessels around?" complimented Sheikh before he asked another question, deciding whether or not he will take military action if necessary.

"Presence of additional vessels confirmed. Minimal threat if engaged." answered the pilot in a calm voice. Pilot's answer was enough for Sheikh to decide what was he going to do.

"Understood. Overseer 1-1, return to base." Sheikh calmly gave out an order.

"Overseer 1-1, affirm." confirmed the pilot as he started banking the aircraft, slowly flying back towards Al Dhafra AFB. His mission was confirmed and at that point it was all up to Sheikh, who already had a plan formulated in his mind. Sheikh was also accompanied by Kaneo Takarada in his command center, who also eagerly awaited the result.

"Hm...this shall be easy. I already know what to do." smirked Sheikh, confident that his plan will be effective and efficient.

"Spill the beans, G!" Kaneo Takarada encouraged him to speak up about his plan.

"If you wish to confront him, I'll leave it up to you. However, I will send the message and I'll wait for their response." stated Sheikh, allowing Takarada to settle down personal beef by himself, but United Arab Emirates would give out a warning, to which Bowser should be more than cautious to respond to.

"What kind of message are ya talkin' bout, G?" asked Kaneo, not exactly sure what he meant by the term message.

"I must say, I do quite like putting arrogance in its place." Sheikh hinted at what he meant by that with a confident grin. Just from the way he stated was enough to convince Kaneo that he has an ace up his sleeve.

"Ohohoho, I like that! Now, let's see how that mofo will handle it!" boasted Kaneo as he let out a laugh. Sheikh did not waste any time with his plan on assisting Kaneo obtaining his boat back. The mission would be executed on the very same day they located the boat.

Whatever Sheikh had in store for him in advance, Bowser should not take it lightly.