Mario: That Would Be Amazing.

Toad: Never. Never in a million years. (Author’s Note: The stream of consciousness is a strange and fascinating thing. Wrinkling the scrap of paper I saved my idea on is not).

Toad: It’s your perfume! Polluted piranhas can’t smell nice things! Toadette: Now is NOT the time! (Author: Happy Monday! New strip!)

Toad: You know, this is somehow both infinitely better and worse than if you had been one of those door-to-door salesmen.

Peach: No day like a warm day!

(Artist’s note: Not a Cleanup Crew sketch, just something I put together after discovering they made pants that were white on one side and black on the other).

Toad: Your highness, if you need anything at all, just ask. I am your humble servant.

Peach: Oh, Toad, would you please go fetch Mario? I have something I need him to do. (Author’s Note: New strip!)

Toad: You would think, beign so small, tripping isn't a problem for us. Not so.

Cloop: Ungh! Sorry! Not happen again!

Toad: Your Highness, not a word. Happy Monday! New Cleanup Crew strip!

Toad: You’d be amazed at how strong the Minister is.

Toadsworth: Mushrooms get stronger with age.