The Coconut Mall had its various racing activities cancelled because the cars decided to just not even show up.
"Well can you blame them when you got that methane maker over there?" 1 of the Nokis complained upon covering his mouth with both of his yellow hands since indeed a certain brapping being was causing the tropical mall to be emptier than usual.
"Oh (PRRRRFFFT!) me this always happens whenever I do a big shop in these pants!" Pauline cried out in embarrassment with tears in her eyes after farting loudly to the point of pooping her biker suited pants that were smeared from all the staining sharts she tried holding in. "What (BLORTCH!) luck happens to befallen me! These pants were made of the finest silk!"