Captain Toad groaned for he was in desperate need for a bathroom, his stomach grumbling in pain for he was farting through New York City in Manhattan, with the night being bustling and quite a panic for the smelly leader of the Toad Brigade was dashing about while trying not to unload his dump truck out in public.
"Oh why did I have to stuff myself with those hotdogs from that sketchy looking vendor?" Captain Toad complained above his reeking stink that caused everyone around him to look and notice him. "If I knew it was going to make me need to take a doodoo I would have only taken 1!"
"That's what happens when you don't keep your gluttony in check." Garfield said while relaxing on a bench by Central Park, eating pizza he managed to acquire. "At least I know my limits when it comes to business-"
"Don't do that to me!" Captain Toad yelled for he dashed down into the subway, looking around for a bathroom while a subway train came by suddenly, with the idiot treasure tracker getting an idea that seemed stupid yet probable. Following the train after it left the station, Captain Toad held onto the railing until a certain point, jumping off and nearly pooping himself on the spot until he found a certain crevice that was small enough for him to release everything he stored within him, sighing of relief for he was certain nobody would track him here. "Finally... I had to bake brownies so bad!"
Sadly for the Toad captain he would have to find a way out of the New York Subway system, along with fresh underwear at that.