Later, back at the humble home of Toad and Toadette, Toadette was still remembering the events of what happened after the race. Every time she thought about it, she could not help but blush. Gasping in shock, she ran to Toad, who was planting some flowers in the front garden.
"What is it now, Toadette?" Toad asked as he watered the plants. "I'm kinda busy here."
Toadette squirmed as she placed her hands behind her back. "Well... Toad... I keep feeling a bit funny... it was something very, very odd about Bowser Junior..."
Toad gasped as he turned to face his siter, anger in his eyes as he grabbed her by the arms. "Bowser Junior! What do you want with that little punk, anyway!"
Toadette gulped as she started sweating nervously, looking down at the ground to her left. "Well... me and him stared at each other for several seconds, and I got this trange feeling all over me... is it normal?"
Toad rubbed his chin as he placed his right hand on his hip. "Hmmm... this is interesting... I'm gonna have to look deeper into this," He stated as he kissed Toadette on the cheek, heading back inside as Toadette sat on the pink bench in the garden, placing her hands on her face as she had a somewhat concerned look on her face.
"But dad!" Bowser Junior piped up as he jumped up and down, curious as to what he was feeling after meeting Toadette, "I just gotta know why I felt so coozy around her!"
Bowser sighed as he turned around, bending down and placing both of his hands on his son's shoulders after polishing all of his gold trophies. "Listen, 's a bit complicated, but it's called... love."
Bowser Jr. blinked as he titled his head to the right. "Love? What's that like, dad?"
Bowser closed his eyes as he stood up, turning around and resuming his polishing of the trophies. "It's when you feel special about that one person and want to spend the rest of your life with..." He sighed as he briefly looked up, a depressed look upon his face. "I haven't felt love for nearly thirty years..."
Bowser Jr. rubbed the back of his head as he left his father to polish the trophies, while he went into his room, doodling on some pieces of paper as he was curious as to why he felt such a reaction from Toadette. Bowser Jr. looked down, gawking as he drew a picture of himself... and Toadette, holding hands together.
