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 massive boo with a menacing smile and crown. Clearly this is King Boo. He poofed out of his Kart and poofed in front of you, trying to spook you.

“BWAHAHAHA! Little mechanic, I was racing a few minutes ago and used one of my boos I was holding onto when I got into first place. I ended up getting a blue shell and using it on myself. Now my engine is smoking and my headlights are broke. I command you to fix it.”