Mr. Bacciagaloop was out driving his truck looking for salvage in the Goomba neighborhoods, when all of a sudden the landscape changed radically. Everywhere he looked, he could find nothing that would challenge the understanding of most four-year-olds. He exited his vehicle and walked around the place, slack-jawed. Although startled by it all, he felt like he had come home at last.
Much Obliged to You Can't Piss On Hospitality