Dry Bowser was far ahead in the lead of the race around the Cloudtop Cruise, having used his skills to get through the track without falling off the beanstalk, cloud, or airship. Cruising about on the metallic road portion of the thunderstorm, the skeletal reptile was taking it easy for he knew that he didn't have to get so far.
"It's a shame the others aren't as good with handling the course as I am. If they took the time to practice their racing skills, they would not be so behind." Dry Bowser spoke to himself while gliding through in the air, winning the race with ease while pumping his right fist in the air in victory. "Perhaps I'll go grill some burgers to share with the others to celebrate this."
"Why are you pointing this out?" Birdo asked while soaring about in a plane she constructed herself, adjusting her bow. "Is it because you just feel the need to be out wherever you can?"
"You could say something like that." Dry Bowser murmured with a chuckle.