How Mr Farts Unleashed Reggae Farts on the World
It was meant to be a holiday. A quiet break. A chance for Mr Farts, the global fartist, toy icon, and musical wind maestro - to get away from the madness of fart putty conventions and the mundane methane memories of stagnant times.
This was what he thought, but as any fan knows, when Mr Farts sets foot somewhere… things have a habit of getting gassy...
Escape to the Islands
Mr Farts arrived on a Caribbean island with just the essentials: a floral shirt, sunglasses, his iconic yellow boots and an unusually active tummy.
Locals welcomed him with open arms as they’d heard whispers of The Fartist from around the world. They embraced him and in turn Mr Farts embraced the culture, he ate, he danced and he vibed! He vibed so much in fact, that he didn’t want to leave and decided to buy a flat on the island, using a small amount of his worldwide farting revenues to do so.
Mr Farts spent days and nights enjoying and indulging himself on the island, soaking up the sun and emitting tropical toots. And once again he ate, he danced and he vibed.
But that night, as he was tucking into some of his new favourite juicy jerk chicken he discovered a sauce that paired with it like no other. It wasn’t just any old jerk sauce, no. This was Reggae Sauce...
The Jerk Chicken That Changed Everything
Mr Farts could feel it in his body, in his mind, in his soul. Something was wrong, something powerful was brewing deep within his belly. He knew this was an unprecedented gas as he could feel the pressure increase inside him, to the likes of which even he had never experienced before.
He left the flat knowing he had to see Dr Johmas - the town’s fart specialist. If anybody could figure out how to release this beast from within then it was him. Mr Farts scrambled through the streets with his cheeks clenched and a small poof of air escaping with each step as he made his way across town.
He had made it to the beach just across from Dr Johmas office, where some of the locals were having a jammin session. He waddled his way through the masses of smiling and vibing music lovers, his steps in time with the beat which was reverberating through the sand and making his legs shake, or maybe it was the swelling mass inside him trying to escape that made them shake. As Mr Farts reached the middle of the crowd, the beat started building, getting higher and higher and keen faces looked on in anticipation, waiting for the drop…
But it was not the drop they were expecting, a bass drop and a stomach drop had happened simultaneously and the locals knew that the admittedly well timed trumping sound was not part of the set. The music stopped and all eyes turned on Mr Farts.
What once was a sea of smiling and laughing faces turned into despair and disgust as the green gas quickly worked its way upward into the nostrils of the unsuspecting. There were heaves and screams and the sound of panicked footsteps as people scrambled to escape the pungent odour. Mr Farts, following suit, began to run as well, his yellow boots still shining and kicking up sand as they took him across the beach to his intended destination… Dr Johmas’ office.
Trouble in Paradise
Mr Farts rushed into the office and having heard the screams from outside the doctor immediately examined him. They went for an X-Ray and after a brief and pungent examination Dr Johmas exclaimed:
“Mi cyaan stop this kinda fartin’. Him belly drum already start play reggae, seen?”
What he saw in that X-Ray scared him. He knew it would be a gassy fart, the gassiest in fact and it would only end one of two ways: They contained Mr Farts before it spread across the island or Mr Farts would release the rhythm and be cured of his ailments… but at what cost?
Dr Johmas knew what he had to do, despite the utmost respect he had for this legend of the Fart Game, he knew there was only one choice… he looked at Mr Farts, sighed sadly and reached his hand out to the wall pressing the emergency Fart Button.
The Emergency Fart Button called in a team of fart containment specialists, the S.W.O.T. (Stinky Wind & Odour Team). This team was used to dealing with farts of the stinkiest order and Mr Farts’ title as a world renowned fartist could not save him now.
He ran as fast as his yellow boots would take him, his cheeks still clenched and small toots rupturing his backside as he hid for cover in the block of flats. The S.W.O.T. team decided instead of chasing Mr Farts in, a potentially deadly endeavour, they would evacuate the residents out.
Men, women and children were rushing out of the exits as the team frantically knocked on doors trying to get them to exit. As the last of the residents made it to safety it finally happened… with a tropical breeze behind him and steel drums echoing in his colon, Mr Farts did what he was born to do…
He dropped Reggae Farts.
Watch the Reggae Farts video now
The Birth of a Riddim Legend
This Reggae Fart let out a rhythm that pulsated like the beating heart of the island, everyone present felt it travel through the ground and the trees and themselves. A green mushroom cloud began to take shape at the scene of the flatulence, it grew and grew giving off a beaming light and aura that is still spoken about to this day. The locals no longer felt fear or terror, just simply awe as they watched (and smelt) this spectacle of beauty in the distance.
The ferocity and power produced by this Reggae Fart sent Mr Farts flying from sight, nobody on the island knew if he was okay, where he had gone or if he would ever come back. But they did know, what he left behind was far more than just a fart legacy…
What followed Mr Farts departure from the island was pure magic. Locals came together as the beat continued to build. A simple toot became a harmony and was met by a chorus of responses. Bassy farts synced perfectly with the drum of a steel pan.
The village erupted into euphoric dance as children limbo’d beneath methane rainbows, grandmas clapped on beat as coconuts fell from the trees in sync and one goat fainted from the sheer power of the mid song drop. This wasn’t just music - it was a musical fart awakening.
“Mr Farts was touched by the riddim,” one elder said. “And the riddim was touched by Mr Farts.”
The locals revered him for what he had done, for the gift that he had bestowed upon them and in his honour every single man, woman and child wore dedicated Reggae Farts T-Shirts to remember what Mr Farts gave for them (and to look incredibly stylish while they were doing it).
What’s Next for the Fartist?
Mr Fart's whereabouts is a heavily debated topic within political circles. Scholars and theorists alike have tried to pinpoint his activities. Some say he’s now a top pilot and is skywriting in gas, others say he's a personal trainer at the gym helping people push, squeeze and clench. One even speculated that he had found his way to Mexico where he gained powers that are beyond human nasal comprehension. All we know is that if he is in Mexico… at least he’s having some good Tacos…
And Reggae Farts? Still growing, still glowing and still touching people. A timeless classic.
Listen to the toot heard around the tropics
The Follow Through: Merch, Mayhem & More
After Reggae Farts dropped, the fartiverse was never the same. Fans begged for merch. Toy stores scrambled to stock Mr Farts Fart Putty. TikTok exploded with dance challenges no one asked for.
Grab the official Reggae Farts Collection here
Reggae Farts is more than a song. It’s a movement. A mood. A musically marinated message:
Let your rhythm out. Loud and proud.
Final Breeze
From prank toy shelves to tropical stages, Mr Farts has proven that great things can come from… unexpected places.