Meanwhile...
Oomph was exiting to the parking lot, cleaving a path through the crowd with his club.
"Out of Oomphs way! Excusing! Watch out for club!"
*smack, biff, pow*
...
As he reached the street (he had to wait for the Lakitu cloud-bus) and looked both ways, he heard an off sound. It was...a Kart! Oomph scratched his head. Weren't all the Karts behind him? Hmm.
The bright green Kart (which looked like it had been destroyed and rebuilt multiple times) rolled to a stop right beside him. Bizarrely, the driver was...Oomph. Albiet, with a long a white beard and an old cracked shell covered in large bandages. And he had an eyepatch. Hmm.
Oomph waved to Oomph. "Um, hello Oomph? I am Oomph!"
"Blockhead, me not Oomph! Me future Oomph!"
Oomph (the younger one) nodded, not understanding and not caring.
"Take Kart young Oomph-win races. Only advice!
Seeing? Future Oomph-me-failed to win, found way back in time with awesome back-time going machine, which I stole myself, or, ourselves. Future Oomph was given Kart from future-old Oomph, who also failed, and Future-Old Oomph also implied, that Old-Future-Old Oomph lost the same. Right?"
Oomph (the younger one) nodded, smiling. He was going to get a Kart!
"Thanking Old Oomph for Kart. Any tips?"
Old Oomph scratched his chin, and Young Oomph copied him.
"...watch out for walls. Hmm, nothing more important..Oh yeah, keep friend Bradely from being sucked into vacuum by ghost-snatchers on his unhappy birthday. Very sad, could not even eat cake after. 'Kay?"
The Old Oomph jumped out of the kart, tossing Young Oomph the keys (and a sack containing a small book, and more coins than he had ever had). With that, he stumbled off into the distance-vanishing in a moment into the dusk light, quite heroically.
Young Oomph almost instantly forgot whatever he had been told, it was all quite over his head. After all, he had a Kart of his own! He hopped in and opened the sack. The book was called "Sports Almanac of the 1st season of the new MKGP-wins and losses, upsets and fan favorites". Strangely, It was dated for *next* year. Hmm. That couldn't help him *now*!
Oomph threw it over his shoulder and drove off, looking for a parking lot to practice power sliding on.