Captain Toad was farting while reading a map due to him being stranded on a very high cliff top overlooking a canyon, wondering how he could use his massive mushroom methane to get him across the landscape. "...I could propel myself via blasting away like a cannon yet I feel like I could definitely mess up and end up going head first downward to the ground and causing my spirit to rise up: I gotta think this stink through..."
"Why just think it when you can blink it?" Builder Toad pointed out while emerging from an outhouse that he overloaded since he had to take a mushroom dump since he was still feeling farty from the turnips he ate with a wagon of half eaten ones near him; he fanned the reeking air emitting from his fart factory. "Or is it stink it-"
"Definitely the latter now that I think about it." Craptain Toad corrected while clenching his fists and making his muffled poots deeper pitched in tone since he needed to do some thinking while giving out a lot of the stinking bombs that were just begging to be dropped out of his fungi body. "Although I do propose maybe unloading in that toilet you just emerged from."
"Well go ahead; don't lemme stop ya! After all I already did my due doo." The gassy Toad Builder pointed out to Braptain Toad while watching the very flatulent Toad Brigade captain dash in and cause the structure to shake violently which made even him quite surprised due to the simple fact that even he didn't have quite the potent poots to cause quakes nearby.
"Oops, sorry about that; I can't control the way I rip ass!" Captain Toad admitted with him slapping his brap bakery since he giggled at how deeper pitched his farted puffs were becoming due to it contrasting with his small structure. "P.U., that's going to stick to my undies for sure!"