Bowser Jr.'s Half Court Shot

The lights dimmed in Bowser Stadium as halftime entertainment began. The crowd, a mix of Shy Guy Sonics and Hammer Bro Heat fans, buzzed with excitement. The B Dasher, a sleek, turbocharged kart famous for its speed and precision, gleamed under the spotlight at center court.

"Alright, Mushroom Kingdom fans!" boomed the announcer, Toadsworth, from the speaker system. "It's time for the moment you've all been waiting for: the Half-Court Shooting Contest! One lucky contestant will get the chance to win this incredible B Dasher. All you have to do is sink one shot from half-court. Who's ready?"

The crowd erupted in cheers, a sea of hands waving in anticipation. Toadsworth grinned, his voice carrying a playful tone. "The contestant will be selected randomly. So keep your eyes on the scoreboard—it could be you!"

Lance the Lakitu hovered above the court, his striped referee uniform neatly pressed, holding the large golden basketball used for the contest. He was thrilled to be part of the league and enjoyed every moment of the game-day atmosphere.

In a private box near center court, Bowser Jr. leaned back in his plush seat, sipping a fizzy Koopa Cola. Clad in a custom Hammer Bro Heat jersey, he cheered loudly every time his team scored. The tie game had him on edge, but he was confident his team would pull through in the second half.

"Bring it home, Heat! Sonics are gonna regret tying this up!" he hollered.

Just as the random selection began, the scoreboard lights flashed, spinning through dozens of names from the audience. The anticipation was palpable, with fans on the edge of their seats. The spinning slowed… then stopped.

The name appeared in bright, bold letters: BOWSER JR.

The stadium gasped, followed by scattered laughter and cheers. Bowser Jr.'s jaw dropped. "Wha—ME?!" he exclaimed, spilling a bit of his drink.

A spotlight fixed on the Koopa prince as Toadsworth's voice rang out again. "That's right, folks! The lucky contestant is Bowser Jr.! Come on down to the court and take your shot!"

Bowser Jr. blinked, unsure if he was excited or terrified. "Oh man… I've gotta shoot a half-court shot? In front of everyone?"

Kamek, seated next to him, gave a sly grin. "Don't worry, young master. I've seen you practice trick shots on the court back home. You've got this!"

With a deep breath, Bowser Jr. leaped from his seat, waving to the crowd as he strutted down to the court. The Sonics fans booed lightly, while the Heat fans roared with encouragement. Lance handed him the golden basketball, his cloud bobbing slightly as he spoke. "Good luck, Jr.! All you need is one clean shot."

Bowser Jr. stood at half-court, spinning the ball in his hands. He glanced at the B Dasher, gleaming like a trophy, then up at the cheering crowd. He could hear snippets of the audience chatter.

"No way he makes it," muttered a Shy Guy in the stands.

"I bet he's been practicing for this!" a Hammer Bro argued.

Bowser Jr. smirked. "Alright, no pressure… just a prince showing everyone why the Heat are the best."

He dribbled twice, bent his knees, and launched the ball. It soared through the air in a perfect arc, spinning gracefully as the crowd held their collective breath.

The ball swished cleanly through the net.

The stadium exploded in cheers, fireworks lighting up the air above Bowser Stadium. Toadsworth's voice cracked with excitement. "HE DID IT! BOWSER JR. SINKS THE HALF-COURT SHOT AND WINS THE B DASHER!"

Bowser Jr. threw his arms into the air, leaping with joy as the Heat fans chanted his name. Lance patted him on the back. "Nice shot, kid. Guess you're driving home in style tonight."

The Shy Guy Sonics fans groaned, but even they had to admit it was an impressive shot. As Bowser Jr. climbed into the driver's seat of his new B Dasher, he revved the engine for the crowd, grinning ear to ear.

"Now, let's win this game!" he shouted, pumping his fist as the second half was about to begin.