King DeDeDe was looking through channels on his giant TV as he yawned. He then heard his cellphone ring, answering it.

"Yello?" DeeDeeDee remarked in his Texan accent as he yawned loudly, dropping his giant wooden mallet. "This is the DDeDeeMeister on the phone, just chat it up with me-"

"Your majesty, that girl that always hangs out with that marshmallow is coming up your way!" Escargoon exclaimed over the phone.

Triple D rubbed his belly with his right hand as he squinted his eyes. "So? Who is that girl, anyway?"

"The smart one, you know, the one named Fumu, or something." Escargon stated over the phone to DDD.

The big fat idiot bird monarch simply was oblivious, until the doors to his throne room were knocked down, with Tiff's fart having blasted it down. The big oafish penguin yelped as he flailed his arms, landing flat on his face as the gassy Tiff approached him.

"All right, DeeDeDe, you're gonna help me fix this problem, now!" Tiff stated as she grabbed DeDeDe, continuing to butt burp several trombone toots.

King DeDeDee sweatdropped as he felt nervous. No way would he want to deal with the annoying know it all who defended the infamous food loving puffball, especially when she was farting up a storm!

"And what, er, brings you here on this fine day-"

"Are you -BRAP- stupid!? I just -BLORT- told you, damn it!" Tiff snapped while grabbing him with both of her hands, her flatulence acting as a censor.

The Foghorn Leghorn knockoff couldn't help but chuckle. "AHE-HEA-HEH. Seems like you got something that wasn't intended for ya."

"What do you -FLORP- mean?" Tiff snapped while ripping some gnarly ass gas, her fart blasts echoing within the chamber. "I was just -TOOT- enjoying my day and all of a -POOT- sudden I get farty!"