Dry Bowser was casually racing through the DK Jungle course when he felt a strange aura coming from the treehouse. Being that he was curious, the skeletal reptile decided to go on other and see what was inside the cabin, to see a ghostly ape figure appearing before him while holding her ghoulish hands together.
"I take it that you're related to DK."
"Indeed I am, I am Wrinkly. His mother... paternally at least."
"I'm Dry Bowser, although it's clear you could infer that just from looking at my bony figure."
"That I could tell. Why don't you pull a seat and enjoy yourself since you're clearly not planning to go anywhere?"
Willing to take her up on that offer, Dry Bowser grabbed a nearby chair and sat himself down, willingly having quite a good conversation with the spirited version of Wrinkly.