As Stinky turned her head, she saw that the person speaking to her was Betty Blast, a teenage girl who Stinky knew, but wasn't on the friendliest terms with.
"Oh," Stinky said bluntly. "Betty..."
"Oof, harsh," Betty said with a snarky tone of voice.
Betty Blast - real name Bethany Berkishaw - was a 16-year-ol teenage girl with short black hair that reach just below her ears. She wore red-rimmed glasses, a black band shirt, and gray sweatpants, topped off with black tennis shoes. Her nickname, Betty Blast, was a name she gave herself due to her... rather interesting quirk. Like Stinky, Betty was also a Stinker, but her farts were much stronger than Stinky's on average, with people often describing them as "sounding like a bomb just went off," or "so strong they'll knock you on your own butt." So proud of this, Betty had no problems showing off her flatulence, often at the expense of others.
The two had known each other for about two years, since Stinky was nine years old. Even back then, Stinky didn't appreciate Betty's often rude and disruptive behavior that came at the expense of others around her. Betty saw it differently.
"You running on a full tank this morning, Stinky?" Betty asked.
Stinky didn't respond right away. "I did say that I'm all fueled up, right? I swear, your farts are so loud, you're starting to go deaf."
"Pfff, hahaha!" Betty couldn't help but laugh. "You little smartass! 'Preciate the compliment, though - nothing beats having the strongest farts in town!"
"So, why are you here, Betty?" Stinky asked.
"Duh, squirt - I gotta eat just like you. All that gas I pump out doesn't all just come from nowhere."
"Lemme guess," Stinky said, eyes half-open, "you're preparing another Stink Bomb?"
"Dingdingding!" Betty said with finger guns aloft. "You know me so well! I'm telling ya, it's a lot of fun..."
"Pass," Stinky said with a sigh.
Stink Bomb was the term Betty used for a fart so big it could clear a room full of people. She usually liked doing it at large gatherings just to see a bunch of people all fan out in unison.
That was the key reason the two didn't quite get along - while they had one thing in common, how they went about it was entirely different. Stinky, for as much as she enjoyed passing gas, never intentionally did it to bother anybody. Betty, on the other hand, was not above playing foul or rude pranks on others with her farts.
Wonder where she's gonna go do it THIS time, Stinky thought as she rolled her eyes.
"Geez, don't be like that, ya brat..." Betty replied, visibly annoyed. "Y'know, for a Stinker, you sure are uptight."
"Nobody said being a Stinker meant ya have to be annoying about it, Betty."
"Annoying? Stinks, c'mon, listen to yourself - you're holding yourself back with talk like that."
Here we go again, Stinky thought.
"Farts aren't any good when you hold them back, Stinky!" Betty continued. "You gotta make every one of 'em count! What do I keep tellin' ya? You'll--"
"--I'll be just as awesome at farting as you are if I just let loose, I get it, Betty," Stinky interrupted. "You keep saying the same thing, every time we meet. Get some new material already."
"Pssssh, I wouldn't have to keep naggin' ya if you just joined the Gang already! C'moooon... you don't think it'd be even a little bit of fun?"
Betty was referring to the Gas Gang - a collection of other Stinkers who enjoyed burping and farting as much as Betty did, though significantly more preferred to fart rather than burp. While "gang" was a bit much to describe them as - since they were hardly criminals - they were most certainly recognized around town as a bunch of nuisances. A label Betty and the other members of the Gang seemed to take pleasure in.
"Yeah, it'd be fun if it was just the Gang, Betty," Stinky answered. "Gas isn't supposed to be used to bother people."
"Oh yeah? And you're the expert?"
"Hey, don't get me wrong, I fart around people all the time!"
"So then what's the difference? Ya said it yourself, you fart around that Sammy kid all the time and love fartin, it out with the Gasser boy. Sounds to me like you're making a big deal outta nothin'."
Stinky sighed. "Ugh, if you don't get it, then I'm not gonna bother."
To Stinky, the answer was obvious - she never even had to think about it before she butted heads with Betty over it. For Stinky, for as annoying and awkward as farts could very well be, she also saw them as fun and ultimately harmless. She and Dylan would usually take their farting matches to places away from people so that they wouldn't bother anybody. Sam and Stinky's family were simply used to it, and if it ever did bother them, Stinky would do what she could to stop passing gas so freely.
Despite being older, Betty came across as more immature than even Stinky could. As exemplified when Betty--
BRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUMMMMMPPPHHHTT!!
A loud booming sound escaped Betty's backside, accompanied with enough force to knock over a couple of tin trash cans right behind her.
BANG!
BING!
Betty just stood in silence for a couple seconds, as did Stinky. Stinky didn't exactly flinch. After all, that display wasn't even close to what Betty's gas was truly capable of.
Betty let out a long sigh. "Uuuuugh... man, sometimes you piss me off, Stinky. But, y'know what? I can never stay mad at ya for too long!"
Stinky couldn't help but smirk a little bit. Betty's not a TERRIBLE person, she thought. But MAN is she a pain in the butt...
"I thought you said you had to fuel up?" Stinky said sarcastically.
"I do!" Betty replied. "Ya heard that just now - that was weak! If I'm gonna clear out the theater later today, I gotta bring the heat!"
Stinky's eyes lit up. Theater, she said to herself. So she'll be going to the movie theater.
Betty seemed to have taken notice. "I saw that, Stinks. Like I say every time, you're more than willing to join us."
"Fat chance - now I know where not to go later."
"Psh, your loss," Betty said with a shrug. "But, just so you know, we'll be there to stink up the joint at 6:00 PM. Me and the Gang are gonna go see All Eyez on Me. Should be pretty good... especially once we get the whole theater to ourselves, hahahaha!"
Stinky said nothing.
"Imma head inside and have some of Mama Beame's cooking - hey, what do ya recommend for the best output?"
"Wha-- why would I tell you that?"
"Awww, it was worth a shot," Betty said with a snap of her fingers. "Ah well. I'll just get whatever sounds the best!"
With that, Betty made her way past Stinky and through the entrance to the Balloon Belly diner. Stinky then let out another fart of her own.
Brrrrrrrrppp...
"Well, great," Stinky said as she crossed her arms. Guess I better go warn the guys over at the theater, let them know what's going on at 6:00."
With that, Stinky made her way towards the theater on foot.
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Time: 7:49 AM
Stinky arrived at the Reel-Time Theater, only to find the parking lot empty and the front door locked.
"Oh, duh," she said aloud, "they don't even open until 10:00 AM. Great..."
She crossed her arms again, then looked to her right to see if anybody else was at least around the theater. Then she looked to her left. Nobody there.
Stinky unfolded her arms and placed them on her hips. "Guess I'll have to come back here later," she said to herself.
When she turned to walk away from the theater, she bumped into someone.
"Whoa--Hey!" Stinky yelled. "What gives!?"
"Boss said you'd be here, squirt," said the person Stinky had bumped into.
Stinky looked up to see that the person in question was Marco Mumbly, a 15-year-old Stinker boy who, like Betty, enjoyed farting at the expense of others. Marco's specialty wasn't so much the power behind his farts, but just so long he could keep a single one going, allowing it to continue building and building. Marco's longest recorded fart was upwards of five whole uninterrupted minutes.
That was the caliber of Stinkers that made up the Gas Gang.
"M-Marco?" Stinky stammered. "So what, Betty told you to follow me?"
"Yup - knew you couldn't resist."
"So, y'hear to gas me out or something?"
Marco put his hands up. "Easy there, squirt, it ain't like that. I'm not about to out-fart ya in the middle of the parking lot. I just came to tell ya that whatever you're thinking of doing won't work."
"Yeah? Why not?"
"Simple - we'll be paying customers," Marco said plainly.
Stinky's eyes widened. Oh crap, he's right! she thought.
"B-But you can't just ruin the experience of other paying customers, idiot!" she yelled.
"Yeah, we know," Marco said plainly once again. "Thing is, if they wanna drag us outta there, they'll have to get through that huge waft of gas just like anybody else. The whole gang's gonna be there, farting up a storm. Couple of burps too, for good measure. Whole place will smell like burnt popcorn and expired soda. Know anybody who would be willing to go into a room smelling like that?"
Stinky didn't respond, she just glared at Marco.
Marco gave her a smug smirk. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to say."
Marco then turned around and took a few steps forward before stopping again.
"Oh, and Stinky?" he said, over his shoulder, back still facing Stinky.
Stinky preemptively pinched her nose, since she knew what was gonna happen.
Marco pushed his butt out ever-so-slightly and let out a thirty-second long fart.
BBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaappppp pppppppphphhhhhhhhtttttttt....
Stinky was still pinching her nose. No doubt Marco's gonna stink up the place the most! she thought.
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