Toadette and Peach were walking on the wooden boardwalk that was part of the haunted Banshee Boardwalk racecourse, with Toadette not only frightened, but still not feeling confident about her bad gas.

"P-Peach, why are we in a s-scary course?" Toadette yelped as she trembled.

Peach giggled as she patted Toadette on the head. "Silly Toadette! If you want to gain control of your flatulence, you have to gain control of your emotions!" She then let out a brief sniffle as she let out a high pitched fart. "Depending on how you want your fart to come out, you have to be in the right mood!" She then puffed her cheeks up as she got angry, letting out a loud raunchy fart. "See?"

Toadette touched her fingertips together as she shook her head. "Oh... I don't know..." She let out a sigh as she closed her eyes, a faint but audible poot emerging out of her butt. "I don't think I can handle farting as much as you..."

While Peach did her best to comfort Toadette, Toadette farted so unexpectedly loudly that the wooden bridge they were standing on collapsed, causing both of the girls to fall into the dark, murky water below, much to their dismay.