It was a glorious day. Farts had signed a peace treaty with the Burps. The celebration included fart bubbles and confartti flying from the gassiest hills on Fartville. Trumpets blasted out of butts. Farts shook hands with Burps. Everybody was happy until a new invader came flying from the sky. They were snotty, gooey, slimy Boogers that would stop at nothing until they controlled Gas Mountain. Whoever controls the fart gasses, controls it all!