It was raining harshly in Seaside Hill again. Waluigi installed a new metallic cover to block the rain from pouring on him and his Taco Stand, mainly to preserve his tacos so that they wouldn't get soggy and stale. Toadette was munching on some fish tacos, bopping her head left to right as she was humming to herself.

"I've been meaning to ask ya, Wally," Toadette stated as she let out a big belch after finishing her fifth fish taco, turning to Waluigi. "Did you ever have a health inspection?"

Waluigi's eyes widened. "What makes you say that, Toadette?"

Toadette shrugged as she placed her arms around her head, letting loose a wet fart. "I'm just saying... because these tacos sure taste fishy."

Waluigi narrowed his eyes as he folded his limp arms in annoyance, tapping his right foot. "They're made of fish, Toadette. Isn't it obvious?"

Toadette shrugged again. "Well, I was just curious. You know how health inspections can spell doom and gloom for things..."

Waluigi sighed as he planted his right palm on his face. "Toadette, stop. You're making my brain hurt."

Waluigi was making his tacos as you would usually suspect, with Dry Bowser and Petey Piranha being there as it was a rainy day at the wild canyons of the Sunset Wild course. Waluigi was not exactly in the best of moods as you could tell, as he had to run all around the canyon to find the perfect ingredients for his batch of tacos.

"Hey man, are you all right?" Dry Bowser spoke up as he brushed his red hair back while holding a half eaten fish taco in his right bony hand.

"Do I look all right? I just went through this entire canyon to get all these ingredients!" Waluigi snapped as he adjusted his sombrero, facing two of his clones that had his iconic purple cap on.

Petey mumbled as he placed several tacos into his bulbous mouth, nodding his head while flailing about his green leaves. Waluigi squinted his eyes as he glared at Petey.

"Who cares about that? It's a shitty tennis tournament!" Waluigi snapped as he prepared to make a fresh beefy taco. "I mean, being in a bad game doesn't mean much you know. Especially if it's not funny."

"...Wait, are you trying to bring up an irrelevant point?" Dry Bowser questioned as he placed his hands on his hollow hips.

"Well there's not much else to discuss out here in this canyon. But yeah, a bad funny game at least has some merits to it. On the other hand, a bad bland game, like most of the recent stuff we've been in since 2011 or so... it's better if we skip out on them."

"I can agree with you there. Being a boss in two of those... stale platformers. Not exactly a good idea." Dry Bowser agreed as he placed his right hand on his chin, thinking as he watched the storm clouds becoming darker. "In fact, I think it's better off just having less appearances if all of them are actually good. Because being in shovelware, even as a cameo, does no one any favors."

"Wah, I can eat to that!" Waluigi remarked as his clones chimed in agreement, with all of them collectively regretting the shitty sports and parties they have been invited to.

Petey shook his bulbous head as he pulled out several sports equipment from his red pouch, with Waluigi and Dry Bowser looking at him oddly.

"Sure we could do it, but why would we when we're discussing about these rather unpleasent times?" Waluigi spoke up as he looked at the stale batch of tacos nearby.

There was an awkward silence as the trio just sighed in unison, with it continuing to rain in the dark, dusty canyon, with the course not having a sunset and not being as wild as it seemed.