Mallow was letting loose a bunch of farts while going through the jungle in a casual stroll for she was enjoying herself since she had finished doing a series of various exercises: it was clear that she wanted to stretch her legs and get some running into her due to having been in 1 place long enough; and from the way her farts stunk it was clear that being able to move around was hugely beneficial since she glanced back to see the plants either blooming or wilting because of her flatulence.

"Wow and I thought I was the only one who could tell the long lingering aftereffects of my meals." Mallow laughed upon fanning the air right back towards her. "Guess it certainly is leaving a mark!"

"You could say that." A young athlete girl spoke upon using her tennis racket to brush the reeking odor away from her. "Just what is it that you ate?"

"Oh it's natural stuff; I put a lot of spices in it!" Mallow assured in a friendly manner while patting her rumbling rump roaring out more scents. "Care to have a first person encounter with my methane maker?"

"Ooh! I wanna get a whiff!" An excited Sightseer girl exclaimed for she was quick to dash up to the smelly trial captain and get a good sniff of the pungent poots. "Phew that reeks! But that's exactly what I wanted to feel!"

"You're in luck." Mallow laughed for she grabbed the sightseer and stuffed her within her plump cheeks; she intentionally grunted and blasted out huge bassy tuba toots that could be heard throughout most of the tropical Alola island.