"Where are we going this time?" Dry Bowser groaned. "Don't tell me you idiots have us lost."
Richter turned to the skeletal reptile. "Come on, we have faced Dracula before, this is just another incarnation for us to tackle on."
"Yes, we're going to smite him in the name of the Belmonts." Simon said confidentially while tugging his whip.
Dry Bowser shook his skull in disapproval. "You really couldn't bring anyone else?"
The Belmonts just kept on heading through the woods of Transylvania, until they reached Dracula's castle, with them spotting various bats soaring around and trying to whip them. Dry Bowser just watched in disapproval with his bony arms folded together, knowing the real count was waiting for new guests to come stop by.