Captain Toad was looking out to the sea for he was standing on a cliff farting as 1 would expect him, for the smelly leader of his mushroom brigade was doing some thinking to himself. "Why is it that whenever I feel the need to poo it doesn't come to me until-"
"Hey fart freak." Captain Murphy suddenly said while emerging from a submarine in the water with a microphone, "Your friend here wants to talk to you."
"...Where did you come from?" Captain Toad questioned while pulling his pants to feel his hot farts blasting right up into his face.
"Blame his parents." Said the yellow clothed Flying Squirrel Toad who glided his way down onto the human's shoulder. "Anyway Hazel isn't kidding about having something for you."
"Please call me Hank." Captain Murphy murmured while taking a big whiff of the penetrated sea air. "It smells like fungi gone bad."
"Yeah that was me I farted." Captain Toad said while fanning the rancid air surrounding him. "So who do you have?"
"Hello!" Exclaimed the blue suit wearing Penguin Toad who emerged next to the other power up suited Toad and Murphy.
"So: as a fellow captain, what say you take this little fella off my hands huh?" Hazel Murphy asked while doing weird movements that were reminiscent of 1970s animation.
Captain Toad had his arms wrapped around the back of his red spotted white mushroom cap while continuing to fart, looking down at Hank Murphy. "Ehh... I'll think about it. That and a diaper change if you will."