Dry Bowser and Toadette were off on another adventure as the duo were questioning why they were even present.
"Hey DB, are we so sure to have these adventures?"
"Well what do you mean, kid?"
"I mean, doesn't this feel... a bit arbitrary?"
"I'm surprised that you even know that word."
Suddenly the clouds popped up in the otherwise clear blue sky as thunder boomed, with Toadette's stomach growling as she began to let out her exhaust from her gas chamber. Dry Bowser wisely backed away from Toadette farting as the would be storm wasn't able to handle her methane, with it being clear that not even nature could mess with a gassy girl.