Dry Bowser's Plane Trouble

Dry Bowser was running as fast as he could, for the mall red biplane was close to landing on him at the Sunshine Airport.

"Damn... couldn't that plane picked a better spot than here!?" Dry Bowser exclaimed as he could feel his skeletal body coming apart, the reptile noticing some of his more fragile old bones popping out.

As Dry Bowser approached the edge overlooking the water, he turned around to see the biplane getting smashed into pieces by a much larger airplane coming in, making him sigh of relief as he rubbed his forehead with his bony right arm.

Dry Bowser: Sheesh... planes these days. Why can't they realized that the sky is much more convenient to fly in than down low?

Dry Bowser then turned around, only to open his eyes again as he noticed he was about to fall into the sea. He scoffed as he changed his position... only to be knocked into the air by a speeding yellow biplane that was being ridden... by a different version of Dry Bowser, who seemed to not be aware of who he had just hit.