"Phew; I'm ready for adventure and a new diaper!" Craptain Toad laughed upon pulling up the back of his pants to see how many stains he left from his consistent farting this time; he was quite fond of making such a massive methane mess in his clothing that it gave him the courage to go and collect new clothing to fit himself in so he could leave his fungi stench behind to remind it of the fact that he had worn the clothes out to its most pungent potential.
"I gotta say you are dedicated to being a little stinker." A Flaptor spoke due to it sensing the rotting fungi scent from far away in the air.
"I'll say; you gotta take that hot feeling and run with it!" Braptain Toad pointed out while feeling his pants puff up from his flatulence. "Cause if you let it build up in ya well you're not going to like it!"
"I don't like it now." The Flaptor responded and proceeded to fly away.
"That's right; take off cuz you can't handle my shroomy sauce!" Captain Toad laughed while slapping his constantly burping butt.
With daytime transitioning into night the gassy Toad Brigade captain was left to form a campfire using his flatulence, which was good because things went from being hot to surprisingly cool; granted this was because the methane making mushroom was on the peak of a mountain overlooking a sea of clouds.
"Well I better make sure the tent actually stays and doesn't fly away because of my farts." Captain Toad laughed while heading inside and placing in extra stakes to the ground all while having his farts warm up the tent: he realized the possible irony of the tent blowing away because of his stinky bum.