See Kamek

Bowser rhythmically taps his claws against his throne, lost in contemplation, his foot tapping in sync. "How am I going to pull this off?" he wonders, taking a deep breath before unleashing a fiery blast that scorches a statue of himself. "I should really ask Dad for some assistance," he decides. Rising from his throne, he strides into Kamek's bustling laboratory, where his father is diligently mixing various ingredients into a bubbling cauldron.

"Dad, could you lend me a hand..." Bowser begins, but Kamek interjects before he can finish. "You’re looking for a way to deal with those pesky plumbers, aren’t you? I was actually concocting a potion for them to drink, but we’ll need someone to deliver it." Kamek gestures to the shelves brimming with colorful potions and ingredients, then turns to Bowser. "Could you grab the purple potion from the top shelf? It’s nearly ready."