Dry Bowser's Jungle Run

Dry Bowser ran through the thick jungle as he was being chased by giant boulders, the skeletal reptile holding a golden statue in his bony arms as he chucked back some of his more fragile bones back in an attempt to stop the rocks, which did nothing.

"Damn it... if only I had more useful projectiles!" Dry Bowser snapped as he grabbed a nearby grassy vine with his left hand, swinging across the gap as he glanced back to see the rocks fall into the canyon, landing on the ledge as he went into the other side of the jungle.

Panting as he took glances around him to make sure no more boulders would go after him, Dry Bowser took a brief pause by a lake filled with mist as he took a moment to sit down. He then glanced ahead, to see an enormous boulder in the lake slowly approaching him. Rather than deciding to run, Dry Bowser cracked his fists, grabbing a nearby fallen branch and dusting it off as he prepared to use it like a baseball bat.

Dry Bowser: So, you roll that way, huh? Well, let's rock...

Brushing back his red hair while ignoring the rather rocky pun he had made, Dry Bowser smashed into the boulder with all his might, surprisingly being powerful enough to cause the boulder to explode into miniature pieces of gravel as it went flying everywhere. Satisfied, Dry Bowser smirked as he then proceeded to dust off the yellow colored statue for which he managed to get, relaxing after a long trek through the deadly jungle.