It was Bowser’s birthday, and all the Koopalings had come to the Grand Ballroom at 1:00 to celebrate.

One Koopaling walked out onto the dance floor. "Wanna dance?" the Koopaling asked a sibling.

"Sure," said the second Koopaling. The pair danced happily for a while. Then the second Koopaling tripped and fell. The room shook as the Koopa crashed to the floor.

"You’re no fun," the first Koopaling went to find another dance partner.

On the other side of the room, two Koopalings were sitting next to each other, eating.

"How do you like my hairdo?" asked one Koopa.

"Very nice," said the other Koopaling, not bothering to look. The Koopaling gulped down a cookie and left to go dance.

Another Koopaling walked over and sat down. "Hairdo?" said the Koopaling, laughing. "What hairdo? What hair?"

"You’re one to talk!" said the first Koopaling, leaving.

Meanwhile, the first Koopaling had found another dance partner. "I love how you dance without touching the ground," the Koopaling said.

"Just a talent, I guess," said the second Koopaling.

"You have cookie crumbs on your face," said the first Koopaling.

"Oh," the second Koopaling wiped off the crumbs.

One Koopaling had not eaten or danced. This Koopaling was busy opening Bowser’s presents. Bowser caught the Koopaling wrestling with a large package. "Little kids," muttered Bowser as he dragged away the Koopaling.

"By the way," said one of the dancing Koopalings. "Have you seen —"

Just then, the doors to the ballroom burst open. One Koopaling ran in. The Koopa ran across the dance floor, shoving guests out of the way. The Koopaling ran to the table of food and grabbed fistfuls of cake, pasta, and rolls. The Koopaling threw the food around the room and ran to the pile of presents. The Koopa knocked over the pile and jumped up on the ballroom stage.

"Ta-da!" yelled the Koopaling.

"Never mind," said the Koopaling who had been dancing.

It was Bowser’s birthday, and all the Koopalings had come to the Grand Ballroom at 1:00 to celebrate. All except one.