Morton had finally finished waking the others and sat back on his bed. He had mostly woken up from the little errand and stretched out his legs. "What does that say about the rest of us." He mumbled to himself at Bowser Jr.'s comment. He would have been a bit more vocal normally. Morton was never one to turn down an argument afterall. But right now he just wanted to see what was for breakfast. He had been dreaming about a giant donut floating in a sea of hot fudge. And the memory only made him hungrier.