Frost and IQ were farting while they were trying to survive the other team shooting at them; luckily their massive methane makers weren't giving away their hiding spot given that the gun shots were somehow louder than their flatus.
"This is embarrassing! How did we get so gassy?" Frost asked upon feeling her rump rumble out sloppy sharts.
IQ felt her literal trunk dump out bassy big butt blasts. "How should I know? Those burritos do a lot to us."
Suddenly they were greeted by a bunch of gassy Smashers that suddenly popped in from a warp behind them.
"Ooh I think we have a great pair of stinkers here!" Peach chimed while fanning the rancid air she was wafting. "They'll be great matches for our dirty derrieres!"
Zelda laughed upon sharting herself. "I can smell that we're gonna have a lot of fun!"
"We like it too!" The Ice Climbers chimed happily since Popo and Nana were synchronizing their flatulence.
Frost and IQ both pooped their pants for they weren't sure what was going to happen to them.