Shoshanna came to an abrupt and smelly stop outside Smother’s Snacks, the building in which she worked as a cleaner. She deflated back to her “normal” spherical self as the excess gas that filled her escaped form between her butt cheeks. She wobbled to and fro, he large feet squeaking as she did so, her eyes crossed form dizziness, when she heard her name called in shock, “Shoshanna?”
Shoshanna turned to the sound of her name, and saw tow of her boss Brandi orbiting each other, until she could shake the vertigo away and they collapsed into one slack jawed image, “Brandi?”
“Oh my God, Shoshanna, what happed to you?” Brandi asked as she dropped her brief case to the ground.
“I don’t know, but I’ve turned into some fat, gross, farting clown,” Shoshanna wailed, her tears once again arching from her eyes comically.
Brandi focused on the word fart carefully remembering the bottle she had asked Shoshanna to dispose of. If the newly clowned woman had drank it instead, and there was no reason for her to think it was a chemically tainted magic spell and not a bottle of water as it was clearly marked as, she may be responsible for this situation. “Shoshanna why don’t you come inside with me, and we’ll try to figure out what happened,” Brandi said soothingly as she put her arm around the blubbering clown. A slight squeeze mad Shoshanna fart again, and Brandi couldn’t help but ask with some worry about the answer, “Shoshanna, do your farts smell like cotton candy?”
Shoshanna sniffed the air, and with a sniffle replied, “I guess so, I hadn’t really noticed before now.”
“Yeah, I thought so,” Brandi sighed, as she let out her own stinky fart to cover up the smell.
Inside her office, Brandi asked Shoshanna the events that led up to her transformation. Brandi found it hard to concentrate sometimes as she witnessed for herself the amazing new abilities that Shoshanna displayed, and even was slightly jealous of how she seemed to fart more often then she did herself. “Do you think you can help me Mrs. Brandi?” Shoshanna asked Brandi, desperate for help.
Brandi sighed, and looked at Shoshanna with great sadness. She paused just long enough to fart before beginning, “Shoshanna that water you drank, the one I asked you to get rid of, it was a magic spell to change…someone…into a version of me, gas and all. But some cotton candy contaminated it and when you drank it, it turned you into a clown. I am so sorry.”
“Can you change me back then, I don’t want to live my life as some clown,” she pleaded as she too ripped a fart, one that she now recognized smelled like cotton candy.
“Well,” Brandi began, “I can…”
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