Dry Bowser was enjoying his time walking on the boardwalk of the seaside Daisy Circuit, with the bright sunset marking the end of summer as he spotted Princess Daisy farting in her sports outfit, with the skeletal reptile rolling his eyes as he folded his bony arms together.

"Dare I ask why are you being so disgusting?" Dry Bowser asked as he stayed a safe distance away, for he didn't want any methane fumes going through his hollow ribs.

"Oh, I had this bad seafood earlier, so I'm getting it out of my system." Daisy explained while fanning the air around her, sighing of relief after one last wet fart. "I haven't been around here in a while, so I decided to see if the shops were in tip top shape. Although I will say, I think I need to take a good long look at that one restaurant I was at."

"Well where was it?" Dry Bowser insisted as he brushed back his red hair.

"It's around that staircase that's used as a shortcut on the track. Come on!" Daisy exclaimed as she grabbed Dry Bowser's arm, accidentally pulling it off as she laughed nervously. "Oops, sorry!"

"Don't fret, it happens." Dry Bowser sighed as he placed back in his separated bones. following Daisy around the sunshine lit course as they headed to the restaurant that gave the princess of Sarasaland bad gas.


Elsewhere on the same seaside course was Toadette farting, who was doing it in the empty tunnels as she was fanning the air, having eaten at the same restaurant selling the bad sea food as she filled up the tunnels with her seaside stink.

"Oh gosh..." Toadette admitted as she could sense how stinky she was with her flatulence. "Whatever was in that seafood is not agreeing with me..."

Toadette decided that she was going to write a complaint to the restaurant for where she came from. Little did she realize that at this precise same moment, it was going to literally come down...