Captain Toad farted his wafting way on the green since he managed to spot a certain gassy gaming golfer girl letting loose which of course prompted the methane making mushroom man to dash his way right towards her with a stinky smile on his face fanning himself in a playful way. "Phew! I knew I was picking up a stinky scent aside from me!"
"I just don't know how it happens...!" Plum exclaimed in disbelief since her farts were making her mess up what was usually a professional game of golf with her plump pooter pooting out an embarrassing sloppy slew of tuba toots that she couldn't withhold in her grumbling gut any longer. "If I knew I was going to be this potent I would have stayed home!"
"Well I know what can help with that!" Captain Toad boasted upon dashing up to Plum and planting his brapping big butt on her rumbling rump for which they started sharting on each other since it was causing the entire area to shake with them both engulfed in their thick yellow flatulent fog while the vibrant grass wilted away and turned brown. "Feeling farts!"