"Augh... why is it so hot in here?" Master Hand complained upon noticing that the fighters weren't smashing each other.
"Probably because no one bothered to get the air conditioning we needed," Crazy Hand added as he began to violently move about, breaking his fingers while collapsing from the heat.
"Well this is not going to do." Master muttered as he clenched himself. "If anyone out there can read his, we need a cold machine-"
"Say no more." Dry Bowser answered upon arriving on the spot in his spiky charcoal shell, with the increasing temperature not affecting him. "What do you need?"
"Something to cool us off," Master started as he was going to ramble, only to see that the skeletal reptile took off to go get the building something. "Well that worked out better than I thought."
"I don't get it," A Primid interrupted as he looked confused. "Why don't you just use the pair-"
"Because they went on vacation this week." Master groaned.
So Dry Bowser took off, going through various freezing tundras in search for the machine that could replicate the cold enough to cool off everyone back at the mansion. Why did the skeletal reptile be willing to do such a tedious task? Because he needed a good excuse to leave the building since it was starting to get boring just hanging around it all the time.