When a girl farts, does it really smell like sparkles? Roscoe and Cadbeary find out the hard way...
It was 3rd grade.
Rosce did not know of the horrors he would face that year.
Among them, he had the unfortunate fate of having to rest his spinal cushions on the side of a rather flatulent female human.
The young girls of the same age of Roscoe, Roscoe, and his guardian bear in a bunny suit Cadbeary conversed with one another about the rise and fall of the artist now known as Kanye Kardashian.
Then, a toot.
And a PFFT.
And a much larger PFFFFFT.
Suddenly, the same-age humans within the vicinity of the female human's flatulence began to choke.
Some changed their color from a shade of brown to a cyan-derived hue.
Roscoe, however, got the worst of it.
His nostrils flared and grew to the diameter of the Moon. His human eyes bulged, becoming a kaleidoscope of pain, suffering, and repulse. His arms began to mutate into lampposts.
And then, he exploded.
What do you think?