Captain Toad's farting brought him to a lame theme park that seemed sterilized and bland, with the Toad Brigade Captain pooting his way through the thrown together land for he noticed most of the tourists weren't impressed.
A Goomba with a hat complained while looking at a slow moving kiddy ride themed to a certain dinosaur: "For a 'super' land it sure stinks more than that smelly boy over there."
"I can't smell if that's a compliment or an insult." Captain Toad admitted upon hearing it over his massive mushroom methane while he was joyfully fanning the piercing air around him so he could take in his stink more.
A green robed Shy Guy selling popcorn noticed that nobody was coming by to get his snacks, placing his stubby clothed hands on his face. "Yeesh I hate to think of the investors who get mad that they sunk their money in this like that treasure tracker sunk doodoo in his pants."
"Okay I'm starting to get the hint." Captain Toad murmured for he placed his other hand by his brap burping butt to place his fungi fumes over his face so he could get a good hot feel of his mush methane. "It's a good thing I'm so farty because the scent I'm getting from these rides is just garbage."
"Well at least someone can agree to that." Chef Toad chuckled while farting and cooking up some weird looking mushroom themed grub for the visitors lurking about. "I'll admit my cooking skills need more polish but at least they make the fine folks who eat them fart!
"I'll have to try out what you have then!" Captain Toad spoke with enthusiasm for his stomach growled whilst he kept up his ever relentless poot spree. "I'm feeling hungry just imagining what you'll bring me!"