"Sigh, we're in Mushroom Gorge again?" Toad sighed of boredom, riding on the Barrel Train as he folded his arms. "You couldn't pick a more unique spot?"

Wiggler shrugged as she had an apologetic look on her face. "Well, excuse me, but all of the other maps were crowded!"

Toad pointed at the three Goombas moving back and forth around the mountain, glaring at Wiggler. "You couldn't have it so that it was arranged that we could go on an unused course? We've raced here five times already!"

Before Wiggler could respond, both her and Toad were knocked off the course, into the bottomless white gorge by Dry Bowser, who was riding in his Piranha Prowler, using one of the triple mushrooms he had in store.