Captain Toad farting alongside the ever gassy Archivist Toadette made both of the methane making mushrooms quite self aware that they were causing the city of New York to somehow become empty with both of the fartners going through Manhattan while they ripped ass. "P-U! We're really doing a number huh?"
"Oh you got that right Craptain!" Boasted the flatulent Captain Toadette who playfully fanned her rotten egg scented poots. "Peeyew! I think our pants are as muddy as our stinky undies!"
"Oh without a doubt!" Braptain Toad laughed with him and the farty Explorer Toadette continuing their smelly stroll through the metropolis since their messy methane definitely was lingering all around the place to cause various things to happen within the buildings, the glass windows in the skyscrapers breaking apart. "Maybe we'll get a discount for how many brown notes we're leaving behind with our thunderous tuba toots!"