You were hard at work in the local garages, tuning up karts, fixing exhaust pipes, sealing fuel pipe leaks, and buffing the bike’s paint jobs. It was a nice job, especially now that the karting tournament has gone world wide. You were just working on the brakes of a kart when somone pulls into the shop and parks their kart.

It was a small Koopa who resembled the Koopa king but a child. With black dot eyes, a bib with a beast like mouth, and a small fiery tuft of hair. It’s clear that this tiny Koopa kid, is none other than Bowser Jr, Prince of the Koopa kingdom and professional spoiled brat. He stomped over to you and huffed.

“You! Some stupid racer scratched my karts paint off and made my wheel funny! Fix it!”