You were hard at work in the local garages, tuning up karts, fixing exhaust pipes, sealing fuel pipe leaks, and buffing the bike’s paint jobs. It was a nice job, especially now that the karting tournament has gone world wide. You were just working on the brakes of a kart when somone pulls into the shop and parks their kart.

It was Toadette, the only female toad known to exist. She had mushroom pig tales and a bright pink look. She had a high and whiny voice but she was nice enough. She jumped out and walked over to you.

“Hey there Mr Mechanic! I got hit by a bullet bill on the 2nd lap and my karts been wonky ever since. Mind looking over it?”