"Come on, don't you wanna feel stinky?" Ness' Mom laughed as she was continuing to break wind with her pungent farts.
Nana's stomach growling made her blush as she patted her grumbling gut. "Err, well if it's all right with you boys."
"Come on, I always have farting contests with my mommy!" Ness clamored as he farted a bassy explosion out, laughing as he adjusted his stinkier shorts.
Popo clenched his gloved fist holding his mallet as he whistled, shaking his hooded head. "I'm not sure if it's such a great idea to make these parkas have a funk to them."
"You're worried about butt fumes sticking to them? Oh how adorable." Ness' Mother responded with a smirk as she felt her fart gas become deeper pitched as she didn't mind having her pink dress riddled with flatulence.