Dear Diary,
Hmm... it's quite rather strange, really. I haven't seen either Peach or Wario as of late. I wonder what those two gassy Smashers are up to... nothing good knowing them. I better find them and keep them in fit shape.
- The female Wii Fit Trainer
It was night time as the female Wii Fit Trainer was relaxing as she was on the rooftop of the huge Super Smash Brothers Mansion, taking the time to breathe in the fresh clean air as R.O.B. poked his head out from the staircase, noticing the Wii Fit Trainer sitting down. Mr. Game-and-Watch popped out from underneath R.O.B. as he watched the Wii Fit Trainer letting out sighs of relief.
"She's been doing this for quite a while. You think she'll come back down and help the others get back to doing fitness?" Mr. Game-and-Watch asked as he placed his flat left hand on his two dimensional chin.
R.O.B. moved his mechanical arms slowly as he stated in his robotic voice, "Oh, you know how the Wii Fit Trainer is. She'll make the most out of relaxation, and then use it to allow her gas to exit her body."
"Say what now?" Mr. Game-and-Watch gawked as he tilted his head back, not understanding.
The Wii Fit Trainer farted out a wet toot, as if on cue as she let out a subtle chuckle, going back to relaxing as R.O.B. and Mr. Game-and-Watch glanced at each other.
"Oh. That's what you mean," Mr. Game-and-Watch remarked as he rubbed the back of his head with his right hand.
"Yes. She seems to enjoy it as much as Princess Toadstool," R.O.B. observed as he nodded his head slowly.
The two retro Smashers headed back down the staircase as they left the Wii Fit Trainer, who let out another wet poot as she sighed of relief.