Toadette fell off her bed, landing on the right side as she groaned in pain. She got up, shaking her head as she dusted off her pink dress.
"Ugh, that was a way to wake up," Toadette commented as she rubbed the back of her head. She then noticed a glass of milk on her wooden cabinet to the right side of her room, at the northern corner. "Hmm, I wonder how this milk tastes?" She walked over to the cabinet, sipping up the spoiled milk. Her eyes widened as she spat out the milk, screaming in agony.
Outside of the castle, Dry Bowser and Petey Piranha were collecting acorns for the annual Acorn Festival, hearing Toadette's disgusted cry. Petey Piranha mumbled in grunts to Dry Bowser, moving his big leafy hands about.
"You felt a disturbance?" Dry Bowser replied, folding his skeletal arms. "More like Toadette tasted one of the worst things in her life."
