"Uhh, did anyone get the number of that garbage truck?"
Bella didn't just take a nasty fall into a puddle of god knows what, but she had also taken a direct hit from one of Braun's bratwurst belches. She was more than a little disoriented right now. But she had to get back up and after Sniffy! She grabbed ahold of he nearest ladder (she wasn't even sure if it was the same hole she fell down because of her head knocking. And she may have been floating for a bit...) but she hauled herself up to the light and tried to get her bearings.
She DEFINITELY wasn't in the same area. Bella was actually in the playground by the elementary school! Of course, not even the school was safe from gang influence. At least it was a gang of kids this time around, kids no older than ten who-
SPLAT
-weaponized their dirty diapers, as Bella just discovered. She looked in the direction of the offending projectile to find a gang of little munchkins staring her down, lead by a little lamb in sagging diapers.
Profile
Molly Lambert
Age: 9 and 3/4s
Sex:Female
Hgt: 4' even
Wgt: 73 pounds
Foot Stink:1/10
Armpit Stink:0/10
Flatulence Stink:1/10
Belch/breath Stink:3/10
SPECIAL: Diaper/scat stink: 13/10
Occupation: Elementary school student, leader of the Brats gang. World champion diaper-filler
"Hey fatty," Mollie shouted, chewing a wad of days-old Limburger bubble gum, "the heck you doin' in my parts? You better get out of here before I give you a nasty case of diaper rash!"
Mollie was the only child of a pampering pair of parents. Once she realized her diaper loads were so noxious that she could bend people to her will by filling her huggies, she promised to never leave them and made anyone who told her she was too old for diapers into her personal diaper bin. Now she was the dictator of the elementary school, and well onto her way of owning her own gang.
Bella was steaming. She was about to teach this little punk a lesson, when she hesitatedd: did she REALLY want to beat up a kid so young? Just because she was being a brat?
"Hey stinkface, you listenin? You need me to come over there and drop an "oopsie" in your dumb mouth?"
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