The humid air hangs heavy as you navigate the tangled waterways of Delfino Isle. The scent of goop and grass as you push aside thick, hanging vines. This forgotten corner of the island feels ancient and untamed.

Suddenly, the water before you erupts in a geyser of muck, and a towering figure rises from the depths. It's Petey Piranha, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

”GRAAARGH!!”

His gaze intensifies, and he takes a step closer, the earth trembling beneath his weight.

“Mrrrrrrph?”