The Grand Tennis Debut

Wha-?! Morning broke across my conquered bowling arena, only to reveal an abandoned plastic flyswatter lying flat in the alley gravel! A long, grid-patterned paddle bristling with aerodynamic potential—an official regulation tennis racket, obviously! But where was my challenger? Just as I scoffed, a brisk morning gust kicked an empty green tennis ball fuzz-pod out from under a corrugated iron sheet, rolling it right toward my feet. An ambush match?! Waluigi never forfeits! I hoisted the bent white plastic handle with both gloved hands, dropped into a sharp, athletic lunge, and swung with dramatic spite. Smacked cleanly across the gravel, the pod bounded straight into an old sardine tin with a hollow metallic clang! Ace! Waluigi dominates the court once again! Wah!