Captain Toad was farting but he did have a moment to be thinking for he was looking up at the moon, being on a ledge overlooking a certain canyon race course made of diary products. "I wonder; is that big ol' chunk up there smelly like my cheeks down here? I just wonder if it's actually made of cheese... or maybe it was going through the Cheese Land at night that had me thinking."
A Chain Chomp simply barked loudly in response for it wanted to break free due to being unable to handle the cheesy stench emitting from the Toad Brigade Captain's rear, but the methane making mushroom simply ignored its barks while continuing to contemplate: wondering if there really was any point to anything at all.
"Yeah perhaps I'm just overthinking it." Captain Toad spoke to himself while pulling up his pants that in turn made his toadstool toots more muffled, blushing about for he felt relatively embarrassed for not having enough laundry on hand for him to change. "I could have tracked in some extra underwear though!"