Princess Daisy somehow ended up in the neon lit Casino Park, where she was on the run from the Egg Pawns that were patrolling the area. Still wearing her regular yellow dress, Daisy ran as fast as she could, only to trip and landing on the giant green poker table below.
"D'oh!" Daisy exclaimed in pain as gamers rise up, shaking her head while she glanced up, to see the Egg Pawns pulling out orange guns and shooting yellow lasers at her. "Eep! Why won't these creeps leave me alone?"
As Daisy attempted to run again, she felt a cramp in her stomach, causing her to fall to her knees as she placed her hands on her stomach, groaning. The Egg Pawns approached her, but Daisy farted loudly, blasting them into several metal pieces as she let out a sigh of relief, a giant smile on her face.
"Phew! All I needed was a great fart!" Daisy happily exclaimed as she glanced at her smelly rear end. "I thank you, butt!"
She farted raunchily in response, giggling as she got up, being able to blast any incoming Egg Pawns with her bad gas as she felt much safer. A certain trio was watching from nearby as they were racing around the casino themed park in their pipe framed karts.
Birdo shook her head while launching a white colored pink spotted egg ahead of her. "She knows how to stink up the joint."
Toadette giggled as she had one of her hands on her face, pooting some tooting tunes herself. "At least it's better out than in!"
Dry Bowser sped past the girls as he growled, adjusting his skull. "Eh, just shut up and keep racing."
"Sheesh, did you have to rip 1 while you're golfing?" Birdo groaned as she and the others were not enjoying the stinky cacophony Daisy was farting out.
"Hey, I can't control my urges when I'm trying to focus!" Daisy snapped while wiggling her methane holding hips. "You think this is easy, do it yourself!"
"Well perhaps you should keep your gas in check whenever you're at golf." Toadette piped up as she blushed from how hot Daisy's fart gas was.
"What and let myself not score good points because I let myself get undermined by a fart?" Daisy taunted as she clenched her pungent butt cheeks.
Dry Bowser casually rolled his eyes with his bony hands on his golf club. "Clearly so given how much focus you're losing."
Daisy's loud fart caused her to swing a bit too hard, making her miss the hole. "This is so frustrating... I don't even know why I have you guys to talk to."