Here Bowser sits in casual clothes with a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other, a concerned look on his face. His son, Junior, is in pajamas with a nightcap on his head and brushing his teeth while leaning on his daddy's shoulder, looking over it, curious to see what he's looking at.

Junior: Whatcha doin', Papa?

Bowser: I'm reading the paper, son.

Junior: Whatcha readin' it for?

Bowser: .....

Junior: Are you readin' it for the funnies? I like those.

Bowser: No, actually, Junior, I'm reading it for something entirely different.

Junior: Like what?

Bowser: Grownup stuff, Junior. You'll know when you're older. Shouldn't you be heading to bed already?

Junior: Aw but I don't want to.

Bowser: *sighs* Junior you have to. You have school.

Junior: I'm just home-schooled, Papa.

Bowser: Either way a goodnight's rest is important so you can be alert and focused and finish your work on time. It's part of being responsible.

Your dad's right, Junior! *I pop up from under the table*

Junior: Cynder? Why are you under the table?

Bowser: That's what I'd like to know.

Nothing, just dropped my pen.

Bowser: *sighs, mumbling* Authoress is gonna be the death of me.....

No I won't!

Bowser: You weren't supposed to hear that, Cynder. Now please take Junior to bed. He needs his rest.

Junior: But I don't wanna!

Bowser: If you go to bed then I'll read you a bedtime story okay?

Junior: Okay! *runs off quickly to his room, waving bye to the readers* Don't forget ta vote!