"These cows don't really care about anything, do they?" A male Monty Mole asked; he pointed at the grazing cows.
Another male Monty Mole shrugged and shook his head. "Should they care about anything? They're cows, for crying out loud!"
"I know that man but as a mole it just feels weird that these guys only exist to eat." The first Monty Mole stated blankly.
The second Monty Mole placed his left hand on the first Monty Mole's shoulder. "Well, we only exist to pop out of holes and annoy people. Just think about that."
The first Monty Mole murmured he watched the cows grazing on even more of the green grass, with no races going on at the time.
The Frappe Snowland, one of the coldest places for a race course where Peach felt safe, if at all given her infamous record of always being kidnapped. While she was having a grand time sitting on the snow and watching the penguins dance, poor Donkey Kong and Wiggler on the other hand were freezing their butts off, neither of the cruiserweight heavies wanting to be here.
"By far, this used to be among the worst courses in the game because of these stupid snowmen." Donkey Kong started off the conversation as he sneezed, shaking his head. "I can't believe they thought this place would be a good inspiration for even worse ice themed tracks. Absolutely disgusting but I'm just biased not only because I prefer the tropics but because holy crap am I not in the mood to be sneezing."
"But isn't Maka Wuhu even more terrible?" Wiggler added for she turned her head to the right, facing Donkey Kong.
Donkey Kong shook his head because he shivered, rubbing his giant hairy arms as fast as he could. "It used to be, but it got patched a long while ago."
Wiggler gasped; she slowly nodded her head. "Ah. But it's still pretty bad I take it."
"Perhaps though it's not as bad as the crappy courses from the same game," Donkey Kong snarkly commented as he covered his mouth with his right hand, "And even if it wasn't attached to a certain hated character, it would still suck simply on the quality of the course itself for how it's designed. But it does say a lot how I came to love and appreciate the snow land here in light of the fact that it's name lies because damn it I'm not seeing any Frappes here...!"
Peach overheard the comment, getting up and walking towards Donkey Kong, only to trip over a sliding penguin, landing on her face, her light pink panties revealed as the northern winds blew up her dress. Donkey Kong and Wiggler watched awkwardly as Peach farted loudly, the back of her panties turning brown as the penguins noticed and pointed at Peach, laughing at the smelly princess.
Princess Peach farting got herself up, and she began crying since she farted more, her tuba like toots echoing throughout the frozen course. "Oh why does this always happen to me in these stinky stories...?"