Humba Wumba felt her stomach grumble as she sighed, standing by her shop containing blueprints in the bustling Showdown Town, spotting unusual visitors present as she waved to them, trying to get their attention.

"Hey... isn't that shaman lady over there the one who can transform people into different objects with her pink pool of magic?" Dry Bowser commented while rubbing his bony chin with his left skeletal hand.

Toadette gasped as she placed her hands on her face, nodding her mushroom capped head in excitement. "Uh huh, yeah! I heard she can turn you into a submarine, a box of dynamite, and more!"

Petey Piranha chuckled as he pointed at the red feather on Humba's head, pointing at his own petals growing from his bulbous head as he moved his big green leaves about in a manner that Dry Bowser and Toadette understood perfectly, with all of them deciding to go and check out the female human and her wares.

Humba smirked as she noticed the trio approaching her, holding her hands together. "Humba happy to see new customers come to check out her blueprints for handy vehicles. Humba would like to-" Before she could finish her sentence, she let out a loud fart, freezing in shock as she couldn't believe how explosive it sounded. "Oh... goodness, Humba didn't expect to let out that..."

"And here we go." Dry Bowser sighed as he placed his right bony hand on his skeletal face, realizing what direction this tale was about to take.

Humba was quite shocked as she tilted her head to the left. "Huh? Humba suspect that you know of this stinky predicament?"

"Honestly, yeah." Petey spoke in English as he pulled out various vehicle parts from his red pouch, chucking them all around him as the wild pigs, rhinos, and penguins of Showdown Town all fled in horror, not wanting to get hit by any of the spare items. Gruntilda Winkybunion was nearby, wearing her modern robotic body.

"Look at this, what a show. Those freaks are stupid, I should know!" Gruntilda the magic and technology infused witch rhymed as she pulled out a newspaper from underneath her dress, holding it with both of her hands.

"Don't you ever get tired of rhyming?" Dry Bowser questioned as he spotted Gruntilda, connecting with her due to both of them being bony (or at the very least her skull was).

Grunty rolled one of her hands around as she shrugged. "It depends on how much I could think of something good to go with it."

Petey simply nodded his bulbous head. "Fair enough."

Humba felt another rumble in her stomach as she let out some bubbly farts. "Hello? Humba could use some help with her flatulent problem..."

"You know, I was quite curious why you refer to yourself in third person..."

Humba raised her right leg, having more wet farts loose from her. "Oh, it trait to make Humba more quirky. Humba no understand why she was given this trait,"

Grunty "It's because everyone in our world needs to be so weird, even though you can pull different elements to make it work. Done right it can be feared, but-"

Petey shook head. "First you were rhyming, now you aren't?"

"Look, what do you want from me? Rhyming is a delicate art, you see." Grunty spoke back in rhyme as she was trying to read her newspaper, becoming annoyed that she was getting dragged into this mess.

"...anyway, now that we got that out of the way, how about those blueprints?"

Humba gasped as she was quite taken aback, snapping while farting with every prolonged statement, "B-blue prints? At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized while I'm having a farting crisis?"

"...Yes!"

"...Do you really want them now?" Humba spoke in response.

"...No."

"That's what I thought."

Petey nodded back. "Well, let us know when you sort out this... mess."

"I'll stay. I know a thing or two about being gassy," Toadette admitted as she let out a trombone like fart, giggling as she blushed while fanning the air with her right hand, holding down her stinky pink dress with her left hand.