"...Why is it that everyone is late?" Captain Toad complained while farting in the water of the Sea Slide Galaxy.
"I dunno." A penguin commented while relaxing on the grass. "Maybe they don't want to be neat your brapping butt."
"Why that's preposterous!" The flatulent Craptain of the Toad Brigade spoke while puffing up his face cheeks and his toots turned deeper pitched. "They love to let loose like me! Why would they not be here?"
"Well Braptain I don't know what to tell you."
The captain sighed and sat his mushroom methane maker back in the water while shaking his bulbous capped head. "Maybe you're right..."