Humba Wumba was still farting uncontrollably in her literally shady blueprints shop Showdown Town, with Toadette present to make the flatulent shaman feel better, with it starting to approach nighttime as there were less anthropomorphic animals roaming around, with Gruntilda still being there quietly mocking at them.
"Oh... Humba don't know how to feel about having this fart problem." Humba said as she held onto her tight yellow shorts with both hands, feeling them puff from every muffled deep pitch fart she let out.
"I can make you feel better about it!" Toadette exclaimed as she clasped her hands together. "Lots of girls go through this gassy phase! It's all part of a farting craze!" She then lifted up her pink dress, revealing her white undies as she let out bassy farts with a wink and a smile, attracting laughs from the random animal NPCs roaming around the area.
Humba smirked as she felt relieved in the literal sense, beginning to fan the air with her right hand as she still held onto her shorts with her left hand. "Humba feels more relaxed about this. But Humba not sure how to tie this into magic or blueprints..."
"Gruntilda stated as she was looking through the Showdown Town newspapers, managing to have installed earplugs in her to tune out Humba's gassy emissions.
Elsewhere in the gigantic city hub, Dry Bowser and Petey Piranha were collecting various bronze, silver, and gold colored musical notes, of which was used as the metropolis' currency, the two heavyweights talking to themselves as they stuck out in a crowd of rhinos, pigs, and penguins.
"Wonder why Humba got infected by this..." Dry Bowser muttered as he placed the music notes into his charcoal spiky shell.
"I guess some things don't happen until much later in life." Petey mumbled in response as he was juggling the other notes with his big green leaves. "You know how things come and go. How everything changes for the better... or worse."
"That's true, but it's usually the latter, when you want to be specific..." Dry Bowser pointed out.
"I guess sometimes they can be both, from a certain point of view." Petey said as he noticed Jolly Dodger standing on the edge overlooking the lake. "On that note, doesn't that frog guy look familiar?"
Dry Bowser nodded. "He does, because he's that jolly fellow from the lagoon in the Isle O' Hags... or was it the bay?"
Jolly Dodger chuckled as he watched Dry Bowser and Petey approach him. "Oh... I take it that you two want some jiggies?"
Back in the center of Showdown Town, Humba had her hands on her smelly butt as she felt her farting puff up her yellow shorts
"Oh, how Humba would like to control her rear gas more," Humba stated.