Dry Bowser was smacking as many green fuzzy tennis balls back at the machine as much as he could on a grassy field near the Shroom Ridge, with some bones coming out of his skeletal body one by one as the tennis balls didn't stop shooting from the machine. Gruntilda Winkybunion checked her list as she observed it, before glancing back up at Dry Bowser, the witch having a skeletal form herself. Waluigi was also there selling some tacos, doing what he did best as the lanky purple man was interested in seeing the tennis action going on.
"He knows how to hit all these balls," Grunty stated as she had a smirk on her face, placing her bony hand on her chin. "I hope he's as good in bed as he is on the tennis court..."
"What, old Bowser Bones? Being good in bed? Ha, what a laugh riot!" Waluigi taunted as he munched on a fish flavored taco as he turned his attention to Gruntilda. "The only thing he's good at is losing his bones!"
"I can hear you morons, you know." Dry Bowser grumbled as he was now reduced to a pile of bones, with Grunty and Waluigi laughing simultaneously at this predicament.
Oh yes it was going to be quite a long day.