"Any reason why we came to this dump?" A Dry Bones complained about, for he was not a fan of the clam infested waters of the Cheep Lagoon.
Dry Bowser was combing through the underwater sand, the water going right through his soaked bones. "Though we do race here, I also heard of people playing golf here. Not sure why they thought this place would be good aside from the obvious reuse of assets."
"That makes sense, but I kind of doubt that it was because they thought this was a good location." The Dry Bones spoke, deciding to resurface within the cave section and taking a breath. "I don't understand why people like racing underneath the waves."
Dry Bowser resurfaced alongside his fellow skeletal turtle, with the reptiles getting out of the way from the racers coming up on the track, with them looking at each other. Birdo was within the water somehow playing golf.
"I wouldn't question it; the world we live in is indeed a strange place." Birdo pointed out for she went to the other part of the undersea golf course, slamming another golf ball within the confines of the water with her golf club.