Rosalina's Ice World. The one and only place where Rosalina felt safe, if at all. While she was having a grand time sitting on the snow and watching the penguins dance, poor Donkey Kong and Wiggler were freezing their butts off, neither of the two cruiserweights wanting to be here.
"By far, this is the worst course in the game." Donkey Kong started off the conversation as he sneezed, shaking his head. "I can't believe they thought this place would be a good track. Absolutely disguting."
"But isn't Maka Wuhu terrible?" Wiggler added as she turned her head to the right, facing Donkey Kong.
Donkey Kong shook his head as he shivered, rubbing his giant hairy arms as fast as he could. "It used to, but now it got patched."
Wiggler gasped as she slowly nodded her head. "Ah. But, it's still pretty bad."
"Not as bad as this crappy course," Donkey Kong snarkly commented as he covered his mouth with his right hand, "And even if it wasn't attached to Rosalina, it would still suck."
Rosalina overheard the comment, getting up and walking towards Donkey Kong, only to trip over a sliding penguin, landing on her face, her light blue panties revealed as the northern winds blew up her dress. Donkey Kong and Wiggler watched awkwardly as Rosalina farted loudly, the back of her panties turning brown as the penguins noticed and pointed at Rosalina, laughing. Rosalina got up, and she began crying as she farted more, her tuba like toots echoing throughout the frozen course.
