The heat was on. The smell of burning rubber and leaked oil filled the air. The cheers of the spirited crowd were barely audible over the 150cc engines. The cheering was barely understandable over the screeching tires. The cheering was barely noticeable over the thoughts that coursed through Toad's fungus addled head.
Easy now, Toad; don't get too cocky. Just slide this turn......... yah, there ya go. You'll win this one, yet. Maybe then they'll stop makin' fun of me. I am the best! I know it! Why don't they? I'm tired of playing second fiddle to Mario and Luigi. They're great guys and all but-Oh, no you don't!!
A grinning DK had gotten hold of golden mushroom and was closing in on Toad at a frightening speed. Toad just chuckled. He swerved in front of DK, checked his rear-views, gently pressed the release button on his steering wheel. A string of banana peels appeared behind him, held together by a force simply called- well, there was no name for it; most just simply called it 'magic.' Whatever one wanted to call it, it was still very cool. Toad willed one to let go. It did. The banana peel unattached itself from the rest and sat ominously on the track. Donkey Kong was no longer grinning. The finish line was approaching rapidly and DK could in no way avoid the banana peel. He did all that he was able to- hit it dead on. As the slippery cream encased DK's wheels as sad thought passed through his mind- And I like bananas, too.
The irony of the occurrence hit Toad as well. An ape done in by his favorite dish. Toad found this incredibly funny and was almost doubled over with laughter as he crossed the finish line. He was in first place! He slowed down to about half speed, turned 180 degrees, and drove backwards for a while. His victory lap was at hand.
DK was just picking up speed as he passed the finish line, a second place win... not bad for the first race of the circuit. He could still come out on top. As he passed by the slowed down Toad, DK flashed a quick smile. 'Good job, little man. Good job." Toad couldn't hear Donkey Kong, but could read DK's oversized lips very easily. Toad nodded politely before turning around and speeding off. The blue light on Toad's small dash flickered on and off- the PA was patched in to his cart radio.
Toad took a deep breath.
"I'm the BEST!!," he yelled as load as his little lungs would let him. The speakers had a slight trace of feedback. Not surprisingly, Toad was very happy.