Dry Bowser was once again taking out the trash, whistling to himself as he was now taking the garbage out of one of his many summer homes at the rainy streets of Neo Bowser City, being west of the racecourse as he glanced up at the permanently night rainy sky.

"Yep, nothing but constant rain. Oh joy." Dry Bowser stated as he placed the garbage into the trash bin, the rain dripping off his bones.

As he prepared to go back inside, the trash cans shook. Dry Bowser turned around, to see the garbage bag he placed in chucked back at him, causing him to fall on his back. Several chuckles were heard as Dry Bowser got onto his feet, angrily growling.

"Oh, so you think that's funny, huh?" Dry Bowser snapped as he then zapped the trash cans with his electricity powers, chucking the garbage bag right back into the trash can as he stormed off into hos home.

Toadsworth came riding by in a white golf club, noticing the events that transpired while on the road, taking a moment to stop as he tilted his head, thinking. The trash can right by the golf cat then raised its lid, sucking in Toadsworth as it had its lid fall back down on it. The other trash cans jumped into the vacant golf cart and drove off to who knows where.