1:30 P.M.
"I'm not sure, man," said a guard. "He does look a lot like Mario, besides the scarred and bruised nose."
"But he's not wearing the Mario get-up, he's in his undies," said the other guard.
"You've got me there."
"For crying out loud, I'm Mario!" yelled Mario. "Don't I get a phone call?"
The guard shrugged. "I guess so, that's what happens in the movies. Whadda ya think, Frank?"
The other guard nodded. "He might as well. Nobody can figure out who this guy is, he needs to call somebody who knows him."
Mario groaned. "Everybody knows me!"
"I don't."
Mario facepalmed as one of the guards opened the doors. The other one walked him to a phone on the wall. "You get one phone call."
"I've watched enough police movies to figure that out, Frank," Mario replied flippantly. As the guards went to check on the other prisoners, Mario thought to himself: Who do I call? Luigi's gone nuts over his game, Peach hates me, Daisy is on Peach's side… He groaned when he thought of the only person he could call. He dialed the number, and the phone rang.
Bowser was in the middle of playing golf. He studied the wind, the terrain, and readied his swing—he was going to make a hole in one. Just as he began to swing, the Super Mario Bros. Castle Theme ringtone played on Bowser's cell phone. He was thrown off focus, and he completely missed the ball and fell flat on his stomach from the power of his swing.
He groaned and picked up his phone. "Hello?" he asked.
"Hey, Bowser, what's up…man?" answered Mario awkwardly.
"Wha—Mario? What are you calling me for? I was in the middle of playing golf!"
"Golf? Why on earth would you play—never mind. I just called to…uh…ask you a favor."
"I'm not picking up the kids yet!"
"No, I…just…uh…can you bail me out of jail?"
"Jail? What're you doing in jail?"
"I was arrested trying to break into my own house." Bowser snickered. "Stop laughing! I'm sure you have enough coins to bail me out!"
"Uh…sure. But why should I help you?"
"Because…uh…remember all the good times we had on the N64? You know, we had parties, we rode go-karts, played golf and tennis, had a fighting match—"
"You didn't invite me to Super Smash Brothers!"
"Oh, you get the point!"
"Fine, I'll get you out of jail."
"Thank you!"
"Don't think this means anything! We're still arch-enemies!"
"Yeah, yeah."