Dear Diary,

All us Goombas do is just waddle. Walking in place. That's just what we do. I wish we could do more, but the most we can offer aside from waddling is being squished for joy. Or playing baseball using telekinesis. But I doubt anyone actually cares about us that much.

- A lone, waddling Goomba amongst the millions

The Goomba King himself, Goomboss, waddled all of the different subspecies of Goombas together, from the regular Goombas to the circular shaped Galoombas, and from the persimmon like Goombrats to finally to the set of Cat Goombas, as he was planning on organizing a major Goomba related event. Even the likes of rare Goomba species like the spiky chesnut shell hidden Prickly Goombas, the protective helmet wearing Goombeetles, and even the undead Bone Goombas were there and present as they had the entire dirt paved yellow road covered, with Goomboss standing on the end of the wooden bridge before the red bouncy mushroom.

"My fellow Goombas!" Goomboss proudly proclaimed as he stomped his feet around, his googly red eyes moving up and down and all around like pinballs. "I gathered you all here today because we Goombas are the greatest of the greats! The under appreciated of the hard working mushrooms!"

All of the Goombas cheered loudly in unison, their cheering being loud enough to shake the entire Mushroom Gorge. Toadette watched this celebration of the Goombas from the sky, spinning her pink pigtails together as she was hovering in the air.

"Golly! That's more Goombas than I have ever seen before!" Toadette exclaimed gleefully as she placed her hands on her face, her eyes widening with peaked curiosity.