"Hmm... if I were a cabinet... where would I be?" Dry Bowser asked while looking through the streets of Toad Town, with it being as murky as it could get.
"Not here, that's for sure." A Goomba chuckled as he was walking in place.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" Dry Bowser questioned.
The Goomba shook himself since his head made up his entire fungi body. "Oh you know, just living my life."
"...Well can you help me out?" Dry Bowser asked as he placed his bony hands on his hollow hips.
"No, I'm just here to pad the story out." The Goomba pointed out.
"Well if you're going to be like that..." Dry Bowser murmured as he jumped on the Goomba and continued on his way, pausing as he rubbed his chin. "Where is that kid...?"
It didn't take long for Dry Bowser to piece together that somewhere within the township was Toadette farting as usual, with the gassy mushroom girl not knowing how to handle her flatulence.
"Ooh, this always happens in these stories!" Toadette squeaked as she fanned away her stinky cacophony of farts, being quite embarrassed via blushing madly.