Dry Bowser and Petey's Storm Plight

Dry Bowser and Petey Piranha were flying high in the sky over Isle Delfino, with the two having gotten back from one of their many untold adventures.

Dry Bowser looked at the handful of fruit that was resting in Petey's pouch along with him, looking up at the mutated piranha plant. "You think all of these fruit will be able to last us for the entire week?"

Petey nodded, glancing up to see the white clouds against the clear blue sky turn dark as suddenly thunder boomed, with lightning flashing around them as he gawked, his flower petals on his bulbous head wilting down as he had a bad feeling about this. Dry Bowser sighed as he could tell that Petey did not like going into stormy skies, with the rain starting to pour harshly on him.

Dry Bowser: Of course this would happen just after we managed to escape a treacherous fate... you think you can handle some rain, Pete?

Petey nodded as he took in a breath of air, the flying plant willing to go with it despite the fact that he did not like going off into terrible weather conditions, with Dry Bowser using his own electric prowess to draw the lightning to him, taking in the shocks with ease as he wasn't really affected by the electricity. Petey managed to make landful with the crater of the Corona Mountain, heading into the snoozing volcano as he panted, the heat getting to him as he was relieved to not be in the storm anymore, with Dry Bowser helping to get all the fruit out of his pouch.

"Well, one thing is for certain." Dry Bowser said to Petey as both of them grabbed some apples and began biting into them. "At least these fruit got the moisture they needed."