Captain Toad farted while he was taking a much needed breather; he had adventured throughout a huge mountain collecting all sorts of treasures and it had him pooped in the most literal sense. So much was the case that he even had his backpack off next to him since it was being a pain to his back, with him packing enough methane within his mushroom body to release for it had been brewing up a very long time.
"Ahh that felt super good." Captain Toad said while shaking his fart filled butt cheeks, his hands resting on the bench. "This is the pause that I need to help refuel myself; especially since I gotta get my gas!."
Feeling the wind being broken by his smelly oven, Captain Toad was more than willing to just let loose on the bench that was beginning to break apart due to the content of his mushroom methane; eventually the Toad Brigade captain unloaded so much of a stunk fog that it caused the wooden thing to collapse, causing him to fall on his burping butt on the grass that immediately wilted underneath him. Blinking for several seconds, Captain Toad couldn't help but laugh whilst continuing his flatus for he began blushing upon feeling a little embarrassed over his predicament. Evidentially he found his way towards the lame named Rock Mountain also known as the Alpine Pass, seeing various racers he would become more familiar with in his flatus filled future glide by on the course for which he was present at, with a certain skeletal reptile driving by.
"You're being a Toad of a stool too I take it." Dry Bowser said in an unimpressed tone while riding in his Koopa King vehicle.
Captain Toad shrugged with a sheepish smile while still farting. "Yeah; I kinda owned up to the role. Can't really blame me though!"