Universal Orlando was in complete chaos. The animatronic T-Rex was wrecking through Universal Studios Florida, the Islands of Adventure was reduced to a wasteland across its many different themed locations, and Citywalk was deserted without a second thought given to it. Needless to say that the constant traffic on International Drive kept on going, but that happened every day, even when things were as normal as one would expect.
...But this was not one normal day. It was a bizarre kind of hell that the likes of the Smashers would find themselves in on a regular basis.
"Damn it, Crazy, did you have to set the entire attraction on fire?" Master Hand snapped as he was still holding onto the robot T-Rex with his magical floating glove powers. "Can you even think to imagine the bills that we're going to be finned over this?"
"Hey, I wasn't the one who put these gas pipelines here!" Crazy Hand spewed back while moving his fingers frantically, not taking into consideration that the riders were in a sea of flames. "...wait, there were people on this ride?"
"YES YOU IDIOT!" Master Hand shouted as he chucked the T-rex at Crazy Hand, sending both of them into the watery depths of the JAWS ride as the riders, including several of the Smashers, kept on screaming as out of the bubbling water was another mechanical shark, with this one not being programmed to surface at this part.
An alternate Dry Bowser was reading though the newspaper while walking through a different Universal Studios Florida, being around the theme park in 1998 when it was still just the 1 lone park as he noticed there were fewer guests than expected.
"Strange, you would think this place would be packed." Dry Bowser spoke as he flipped through a different page. "Something is up, this isn't how amusement parks would act up. I wonder what's going on."