It was not going to be ordinary today.
"What's wrong?" Dry Bowser asked while reading through the newspaper.
Petey Piranha yawned loudly, stretching his big green leaves. "I don't know... I don't feel like doing anything. Not just anything important, but nothing at all peaks me."
Dry Bowser rubbed his boney chin with his skeletal right hand. "Hmmm... have you considered sleeping?"
Petey smacked his lips together, tilting his head to the right. "What good will that do?"
"...It helps." Dry Bowser stated as he went back to reading his newspaper.
Petey then decided to get up and stretch, only to somehow break through the floor. Dry Bowser looked on in confusion, then shrugged and went back to reading.