"Ooh I knew this fart gas was brewing up within me!" Captain Toad exclaimed; rubbing his grumbling gut for he was blasting out bassy braps like never before, being on a balcony of a random skyscraper somewhere within the city section of the Moonview Highway. "I can't complain though, cause when you can't jump; it just goes right to your rump!"
"Why would you say that?" Yellow Toad asked while yawning yet also farting for he was feeling tired yet again.
"Because people think my backpack is the only thing holding me back from jumping but it's not exactly the case." Captain Toad admitted with an embarrassed laugh, fanning the eggy air while pulling up his pooped pants. "If I go crazier with my mushroom methane maker I might be pooping about without a solid toilet seat underneath!"
Yellow Toad took a moment to snooze about while continuing to release his reeking fungi fumes from his slumbering rump. "...I guess that makes sense."
"Does it though?" Captain Toad spoke while falling on his back and struggling for his feet were moving about while continuing to rip ass. "Ooh I'm gonna need new undies from that 1!"
"...That is just..." Yellow Toad yawned for he felt that he accidentally peed himself while still breaking wind; being a chronic wetter by virtue of his napping. "Why are you so disgusting?"
"Well maybe I can answer that when you tell me why you sleep all the time." Captain Toad responded; he puffed up his face cheeks while clenching his derriere and farted strong enough to get himself back on his feet, dusting himself off in the process. "Anyway I'm outta here, I'll catch you later: provided you're still here that is!"
Yellow Toad wasn't able to be awake enough to provide a response for the flatulent captain grabbed an umbrella and farted off the balcony, twirling around the city streets below him for his mushroom methane left a thick fog around the metropolis as a sudden atmospheric change from above.