Dry Bowser Vs. The GUN Truck

Dry Bowser, Arceus, and Gruntilda Winkybunion were all walking around the rainy metropolis that was the Neo Bowser City, when all of a sudden the GUN Truck came out of nowhere, running over the three heavyweight characters. Dry Bowser was broken into various pieces of bone, prompting Arceus the Pokemon god to restore the bony reptilian to his regular form, allowing him to chase after the property damaging truck.
"Hey! Who do you think you are, huh?" Dry Bowser called out as he dashed after the hell bound truck, being surprisingly fast on his skeletal feet. "You can't just come and-"
The GUN Truck turned around, somehow sensing Dry Bowser's words as it blew its horn loudly, which was strong enough to break various windows surrounding it and Dry Bowser. He gulped, taking a few steps back as he realized that he was in deep trouble now.
Dry Bowser: Ah shit... I didn't think this through...
The GUN Truck began barreling through the race track, chasing after Dry Bowser, who ran faster than he had ever thought or wanted to, with him trying to push the citizens into safety as he knew the bloodthirsty truck would stop for no one or nothing. Dry Bowser fired back some of his blue fireballs, chucked a couple of his bones, and even blasted the truck with electricity, but all of this seemed to have no effect as the GUN Truck chased him onto the red bridge, which destroyed the entire bridge in the process. Dry Bowser ran past Arceus and Gruntilda, who were once again flattened by the GUN Truck.
"Ugh... I think that's enough pain for tonight..." Arceus mumbled as he managed to shake it off easily, although he was quite surprised at how angry Gruntilda looked after restoring the warty witch.
"That dumb truck thinks it rules over everything, well?" Gruntilda scoffed as she dusted herself off, summoning her broomstick as she took to the air. "Well I'm going to give that oversized can some hell!"
The GUN Truck was close to running over Dry Bowser as it destroyed much of the race course, only for it to suddenly explode in a fiery explosion right out of a Michael Bay film. Dry Bowser looked up, his red hair blown back as Gruntilda appeared before him in the rainy night sky on her broomstick, having destroyed the GUN Truck with her witchcraft. Dry Bowser smiled, relieved that he can resume his walk with his friends without worrying about getting run over by the truck incarnation of destruction.