Waluigi has fixed up his wrecked taco stand in Seaside Hill after the Chargin' Chuck incident yesterday, having a fresh new batch of tacos. Unlikely for him, there was a health inspector there, with the inspector oh health in general being a certain mouse with sunglasses.
"Oh, um... hey..." Waluigi greeted the rodent health inspector, getting a closer glance as his right eye twitched, not believing who he was seeing. "...Mouser? What the hell?"
Mouser tilted his dark blue hat forward. "Yeah. It's not the best job, but I get free dibs on food if it's good." He sniffed the fresh batch of tacos. "These don't smell so bad..."
Waluigi rubbed his right arm. "Well, they taste great, and I'm sure you can come to agree?"
Mouser finished up the plate of tacos, letting out a satisfied belch. "Luckily for you, Wally, your taco stand is legible. I'm giving you a pass!"
Waluigi pumped his right fist in triumph. "Score for Waluigi!"
The taco stand then began to rumble, breaking up as Waluigi groaned, slapping his forehead in disbelief. Mouser turned around to see what happened, holding a bomb in his hand as he was tempted to chuck it, but tucked it away, figuring that the tall lanky man in purple suffered enough damage.
"Mowser, huh?" Dry Bowser stated as he brushed back his red hair, sitting at one of the stools Waluigi had placed at his taco stand in the outskirts of the dusty Kalimari Desert. "Wouldn't expect him to be the type concerned about health."
"I'm more shocked he didn't bomb the place," Waluigi stated as he was grilling up some more tacos. "You know how much that guy loves explosions. It's like he's Michael Bay in a mouse body."
Toadette gasped after munching through several of her tacos. "Wow! I guess he's conscious about keeping his figure."
Petey Piranha mumbled as he grabbed a handful of tacos with both of his big green leaves, shoving them all into his mouth as he crunched down, letting out a relieved sigh.