"Guys, can you stop screeching about?" Dry Bowser huffed as he was still steering the van.

"But we don't have enough snacks!" Roy moaned as he was rocking about in his chair.

"And I really need to pee so badly!" Pit whined as he held his hands in between his crotch, crossing his legs.

Dry Bowser took in a deep breath as he was steering on an open road, with there being no notable buildings that were on either side of the highway. The fact that they were on such an open freeway made things more hectic than they needed to be.

"For five minutes... can you not be yourselves..." Dry Bowser grumbled as he clenched his right fist while trying to concentrate on his steering. "...for five minutes?"

Roy and Pit glanced at each other as they kept making noises, with Dry Bowser pulling to the side on the road as they left the grassy plains and headed over the sea as he then pulled out a regular white fan item.

"Uhh... what are you gonna do with that fan?" Roy gulped as he felt a bit nervous.

"Oh, you know. Just going to slap some sense into you." Dry Bowser said with a smirk as his orange eyes turned yellow.

Pit continued squirming about as he shook his head. "I need to use the bathroom and you're gonna injure me?"

Dry Bowser said nothing more as he slapped both Roy and Pit, with both of them screaming as Roy was unable to use his sword to slash the fan while Pit peed himself. It's been one of those nights...