Waluigi sighed as he looked at all the tacos that he signed. It was pretty clear that he was the mastermind. "I wonder if my Motor Oil company is doing as well as his taco stand... or maybe my stadium. Or pinball."
"Todekete!" Toadette exclaimed as she was shooting the annoying seagulls at the Koopa Troopa Beach with a coconut gun as she turned to Waluigi, the taco stand being in the beach leading to the tunnel secret. "I just love music, y'know?"
"As if it wasn't obvious by now..." Dry Bowser responded as he was repainting the stale red and yellow paint used on the ramps from years ago, with Petey Piranha chasing after the crabs.
Cheepskipper emerged from the sea as he eyed Waluigi, bouncing into the sea as he moved his fishy body around. "Say, why the lone face? You look like someone ended your favorite show."
"...is it fine if something obscure suddenly explodes in popularity?" Waluigi asked as he munched on a stale taco, murmuring as he thought deeply.
"Maybe. Us guys who actually are obscure sure as hell could use it!" Mummipokey pointed out after he randomly popped out of the sand, needing something to do.
Waluigi was cleaning up the taco stand in Seaside Hill, getting rid of all the dust that was gathering around. Aria Meloetta came by, giggling as she was wanting a taco.
"Hi Mr. Waluigi!" Meloetta greeted as she winked, her hands behind her back. "How about you give me some of those tacos you have?"
Waluigi eyed Meloetta suspiciously, placing his hands on his hips. "I would love to, but doesn't it make you fart out tuba sounds?"
Meloetta farted loudly and then giggled innocently as she waved her right paddle shaped hand while blushing, providing the story with more female fart fetish fuel. "All my farts sound like tubas! I am the melody Pokemon, after all!"
Waluigi rolled his eyes as he gave Meloetta a plate of tacos. "Well, don't-"
Meloetta munched down on the tacos, burping loudly in Waluigi's face, causing his purple cap to blow away. Waluigi started to fume as Meloetta giggled, letting out a cute burp.
