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.

She was a slightly tan girl, with short brunette hair, a long orange dress, a small gold crown, and a daisy lapel. You thought of where you’ve seen her before, and then it clicks. This was Princess Daisy of the far off Sarasaland. She looks at you with a cocky expression.

“Hey, you the mechanic here? Busted my fuel pipe going 25 on the track, mind sealing it up?”