Dry Bowser and Toadette's Bike Race

Dry Bowser and Toadette were racing around on their bikes as they were going through a huge canon, with it being a custom track as it wasn't seen in any official tournaments, with Toadette farting to boost herself forward as Dry Bowser sighed at this.

"Do you have to involve flatulence with you every time we do something together, kid?" Dry Bowser groaned while planting his right bony hand on his skeletal face. "...It's revolting and tiring."

"Hey, someone's gotta provide the gas for these vehicles!" Toadette giggled as she performed a wheelie on her stinky Quacker bike while letting out smelly farts. "After all, you know the usual price hikes!"

Dry Bowser: (rolling his eyes) It doesn't give you an invitation to be disgusting... (drifts around on his Flame Runner vehicle)

Toadette: Look DB, sometimes you gotta do things that you don't wanna, cuz that's how mafia works!

Dry Bowser felt like he just went from a Level 35 boss to a LV 1 Grunt as he crashed into a tree, causing it to erupt into flames as the skeletal reptile scattered across the green grass, with Toadette pooping her diaper while taking a very flatulent victory.