Dry Bowser and Toadette were now at a snowy summit as they were running away in a blizzard, seeing the Ice Climbers doing a weird homage in the distance as they looked at each other.
"Just what are they doing?" Toadette remarked as she pulled out a pair of binoculars from her white diaper.
"It looks like... they're doing a spoof?" Dry Bowser remarked in confusion as he scratched the back of his boney head.
"If I pull this off, will you cry?" Nana stated as she and Popo were in a torn apart plane that was hanging on the tip of an iceberg.
"It will be extremely painful..." Popo stated in a muffled voice as he had his blue parka tucked over his mouth.
Nana smirked, licking her lips about. "You're a cool guy."
"For you." Popo responded as he then whacked Nana on the head with his wooden mallet and froze her up.
"...what the fuck just happened?" Dry Bowser and Toadette stated in unison, with Toadette farting a thunderous tuba toot that caused an avalanche to occur, burying the two. Luckily, Dry Bowser managed to dig his way out of the snow, pulling the frozen Toadette out as they went through another warp in time and space.