Captain Toad was taking a quick breather after farting all over the mountain in search for priceless gems for him to share with his brigade, with him overlooking a cliff that jetted out towards the ocean. It was good for the ever flatulent backpack boy with a mushroom cap on his head to take in the beauty before him after he traveled far to reach it, for his grumbling gut made it clear that it wanted to fart all day.
"Ahh... it's nice to feel the sea breeze even if it is among my flatulence!" Captain Toad laughed to himself while feeling himself briefly lifted with every fart above the ground he was sitting on. "Maybe I should take lessons in swimming... I do like getting wet after all!"
"So that's your excuse for getting dirty huh?" Laughed Archivist Explorer Toadette who was also a methane making mushroom, fanning the reeking air surrounding both of them. "Care to tell me why?"
"Uh... I could but then I would have to sit on your face." Captain Toad explained while being amazed by Toadette farting right by him. "...Unless that's what you want..."
"Something tells me you might want that yourself." Toadette teased for she and the captain shared a smelly kiss, with their tuba toots mixing with each other as they embraced each other in a stinky hug.
"You know I have to admit; this feels good." Captain Toad spoke with a chuckle above his sloppy sharts.
Toadette smirked for her trombone toots transcended into tuba poots. "Ya like it huh?"
"Yes; I could definitely get more with this!"