Captain Toad farted an endless amount of poots that he managed to store inside himself after the long treasure track he did to reach a nice camp site where he looked at himself in the mirror that he collected alongside the gems that he would spend on nice objects later on; he clearly was enjoying the turnip scented fungi fumes emerging from his shroom chute because it certainly was leaving quite the stench that could make enemies run away in fear of their nose melting from coming into contact. "Peeyew; boy are these really ripe! But I love it so much; they help keep me warm and allow this fire to stay strong!"