Jake and Jowy walked with their older brother Dave down the busy, morning street. He held each of his brother's hands tightly, and smiled down at them both. “You two excited for daycare today?”
The two cubs nodded eagerly, waddling down the lane with their mother. “Mhm!” Jake piped up. “I wanna play with ALL the toys..!”
“An' I wanna make a fort!” Jowy added, smiling up at his brother. He chuckled, and petted his head.
“Just make sure you two don't drink any milk, ok?” He reminded the two. “You know what it does to you both..” He shuddered, reminded of the evenings of obnoxious, loud breaking of wind, and the foul stench that followed.
“We won't drink ANY milk, Davey!” Jowy grinned.
“We promise!” The two cubs said together, with innocent smiles plastered onto their faces.
“Well, ok. I believe you both.” He petted their heads as they crossed the street, approaching the daycare.
The cubs had their fingers crossed.
Andrew finished setting the small chairs and tables, and wiped his brow. The young wolf looked around the classroom with a smile. “There, all finished,” he said to himself. “Might as well be the best daycare in town!”
“We are the best daycare in town~” His boss gave him an amused glance. “Never have any accidents, never have any complaints..”
“You're right, you're right.” Andrew rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“You're too modest, kid! No shame in taking pride in our achievements.”
Andrew nodded. “Oh! It's almost time! Shall I go out and greet the kids?”
His boss nodded, and smiled. “Sure. I'm backed up with paperwork today, so you'll be in charge of today.”
“Alrighty!” Andrew nodded, and wandered over to the front door.
The wolf stepped outside, and welcomed the parents, carers and cubs.
“Hello all! Lovely to see you, welcome! Come on in!”
The crowd milled into the little house, which had been converted into a daycare some decades ago.
“Now, the plans for today are drawing, reading together, and we'll have a snack break too, of course,” Andrew smiled. “Don't forget to come on back at 1pm!”
He waved off the parents and carers, before turning to the group of cubs with a smile. “This way, kids!” He smiled, leading them down the hallway into the main classroom.
Jake and Jowy walked along at the back of the group, and quickly found themselves some seats.
The first activity on the register was drawing, so Andrew began to hand out craft paper and felt tip pens.
The cubs eagerly began to scribble down drawings on the sheets in front of them, Jake and Jowy included. The two bear cubs giggled to themselves as their pens glided across the paper, their inexperienced paws etching out crude shapes and jagged lines. Whatever it was they were drawing, it seemed to be quite funny to the two of them.
Andrew wandered around the class, glancing at the cubs' artwork and praising them.
“Wow, that's really good, Martin!” He smiled, patting an otter cub's head. Martin giggled and wagged his rudder-like tail, as Andrew made his way over to the two bear cubs. “And what about you two? Having fun drawing?”
“Lots, mister Andrew!” Jowy giggled. Jake giggled too, covering his mouth.
“Well, what are you drawing, kiddos?” Andrew smiled, sitting beside the bears.
Jowy pointed out a scribbled figure. “That's our big brother, Dave!”
“And that's us jumpin' on him!” The two cubs started to laugh as Jake pointed out the other two scribbled figures above Dave.
“Jumping on your brother!” Andrew grinned. “That's not very nice!”
The two cubs giggled some more, as Jowy began to scribble with a green pen all over the picture.
“What's that you're drawing now? You're scribbling all over your big brother!” Andrew cocked his head to the side, trying to decipher the curious artwork.
Jake could barely contain himself and blurted out. “It's farts!!”
Jowy laughed along with his brother. Andrew just stared at the picture. “Oh.”
He stood up, and ruffled the two cubs' hair. “Well, as long as you're having fun, I suppose!” The wolf walked over to the next table and sat with the next cubs.
Jake and Jowy just kept giggling, scribbling more and more of the green felt tip over the picture.
As the day went on, it became time for reading, and Andrew gathered the cubs around his chair. He sat with a little picture book.
The cubs sat in a small group, with the two bears at the back. Andrew smiled at the kids, and opened up the book.
“Today, we're going to be reading Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”
A few of the cubs turned and stared at Jake and Jowy.
“Like us!” They said, rather proudly, wiggling importantly on the carpet.
Andrew chuckled. “Yes, just like you two! So, let's start. Once upon a time, there were three bears..”
Andrew read the book slowly, and clearly, so that even the youngest cubs could understand it. The group were definitely invested, and were getting quite into the story, too.. Before the gurgling started.
“Goldilocks walked into the bear's cottage. She was so hungry! She saw the porridge on the table, and her belly started to grumble..”
Andrew paused, and looked up from the book. He peered at the cubs sitting around. “Uhm.. Is someone in here getting hungry thinking about that porridge, too?”
The cubs giggled. Jake and Jowy looked around the room innocently, as Andrew shrugged, and got back to reading.
“Goldilocks went to the first bowl of porridge. 'This one's too hot!' She cried.”
Andrew glanced up again. “Is someone making those noises, perchance?”
“Not us,” a few cubs murmured. Jake and Jowy started to giggle, but groaned too, and rubbed their tummies. Andrew hummed thoughtfully to himself.
“Goldilocks tried the second bowl of porridge. 'This one's too--'”
'Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggglllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.' That one was so loud it echoed throughout the room.
The two bears were squirming a little and rubbing their tummies.
“Is everything okay, you two?” Andrew cocked his head to the side. Jake and Jowy nodded, but their faces looked a little bit pained.
“Uhm, mister Andrew, can we go to the bathroom?” Jake shot his hand into the air.
“Of course!” Andrew stood up, and took the cubs' hands, leading them down the hall.
The two bear cubs bellies gurgled and grumbled loudly. “Are you two okay? Not feeling well?”
“We feel fine, mister Andrew! We just haven't had breakfast yet!”
“You sure? You don't sound too good, kiddos.”
Jowy nodded. “Just hungry, mister Andrew..!”
The wolf shrugged, and lead the boys to the bathroom door. “I'll wait out here. You two call for me if you need me, alright?”
The two bears nodded. “Thank you, mister Andrew,” they smiled in unison, before waddling into the toilets.
Jake and Jowy stood in the bathroom. They didn't actually NEED to use it.. Not exactly, anyhow.
The two cubs sighed, finally free to release some of that tension, relaxed, and soon the bathroom rang out with an echoed
Jake let out a sigh, and giggled, wafting it in his brother's direction.
Jowy giggled, and pointed his rump to his sibling, letting out an even louder
Andrew waited patiently outside of the bathroom, humming to himself, when he heard the loud, flatulent noises.
“O-oh.” He muttered. “Oh dear. I think those cubs might not be feeling very well at all..”
The wolf timidly knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you two boys alright? I can call your brother if you're feeling poorly, it's no problem!”
Jowy had managed to pin Jake down, and was sitting on his back, letting rip another plue of hot, rancid gas. Jake squealed and giggled, feeling his back grow hot as his brother's flatulence soaked through his t-shirt. The two cubs heard the wolf knock, and gasped, scrambling to their feet.
“N-no no, we're ok!! We feel better now!~” Jowy called out. The two cubs pretended to wash their hands, and waddled over to the door, walking out past Andrew.
Andrew took their hands, and began to walk them back to class, pausing as he caught a whiff of the rank odour coming from the bathroom. He grimaced, his eyes watering, as he wandered down the hallway with the two. His fur was positively standing on end. He'd never smelled anything quite so foul before in his life.
He coughed a little bit as he wandered with the cubs. Jake and Jowy looked up at the teacher, and cocked their heads.
“Is everythin' okay, mister Andrew?”
Andrew choked out an affirmative response, and smiled weakly. “C-c'mon, kids,” he stammered. “We'll finish the story and get on with snack time!..”
Jake and Jowy grinned, wandering alongside the wolf happily.
Their tummies growled quietly, the gases building up once again.
The cubs were all sat at their tables, and Andrew came in with a plate of sandwiches, and some cartons of milk. He smiled, and placed a carton in front of every cub, and handed out the sandwiches too.
The cubs began to eat and drink, Jake and Jowy included. They chowed down on their ham and cheeses, and washed them down with their milk.
Andrew smiled, having a sandwich himself, his tail wagging slowly as he relaxed for a little while.
Jake and Jowy giggled to each other. They knew cheese and milk were dairy, and they knew exactly what it did to them.
It didn't take long for their bellies to begin gurgling and grumbling once more. Jake's did it first, he felt his tummy churning. He giggled softly to himself, drinking the last of his milk quickly.
Jowy placed a paw on his brother's belly and felt the rumbling. He grinned wickedly, and scarfed down the last of his sandwich, chugging the rest of his milk and shaking his tummy to mix things up in there.
“Oh, crumbs,” Andrew thought to himself. “I think I forgot to put the art stuff away.” He wandered over to the big storage cupboard and unlocked it, peering inside. “No, it's there! Nevermind.” He wandered back to his seat, but he'd left the cupboard unlocked.
Jowy and his brother looked at each other, a wicked grin in their eyes. They stood up and slowly, stealthily made their way over to the cupboard, before slipping into it and closing the door behind them.
Jake and Jowy stood in the darkness, staying still for a moment. They didn't want to have their cover be blown.
After a few minutes, they could hear Andrew start to read again, so the cubs sighed and relaxed.
Jake turned to Jowy and grinned, shoving him onto the floor.
“Ow, hey!” Jowy giggled, trying to scramble to his feet, but his brother was quick. Within moments he was sitting on him, and he had let out a loud, hot, rank
Jowy coughed and gagged, giggling at the strong odour. He grabbed Jake's shoulders and turned him over, pinning him to the floor beneath him. Jake squeaked and squirmed, opening his mouth to protest, but Jowy took the opportunity to sit on his brother's face and
Jake yelled out and gaged even harder, coughing in the thick, rank air. “M-my mouth was open!!”
Jowy just started to laugh, and eventually, Jake did too, backing into his brother, sandwiching him between himself and the wall, and farting right against him.
Andrew smiled, gazing at the cubs around him, before returning to read from the book he'd chosen.
“The prince found Rapunzel's tower, and called up to her. 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your h--'”
Andrew looked up, and shot a glance towards the storage cupboard. He could have sworn he heard something.. Rumbling from within.
“Erm.. 'Rapunzel, let down your hair”' And so Rapunzel did! Her hair was so long, that it reached the prince at the--”
Andrew stared at the cupboard, as did a few other kids. He stood up cautiously, and made his way over to it.
“Kids, I'll be right back.” He smiled to the cubs, “I've just got to check something.” He strolled over to the cupboard door, and pushed it ajar. Unlocked, as he suspected. “Dang, I always forget to lock this thing..”
He pushed the door open, and felt the incredible wave of hot, rancid, foul air rush over him. He yelped and choked, coughing as he stumbled forward, falling into the cupboard.
Jake and Jowy, one sitting on the other and letting loose another loud, foul fart, suddenly froze and stared as the wolf fell into their little hidey hole.
“M-mister Andrew?!” They yelped out.
Andrew coughed and groaned. “What is that awful smell?!” He cried out, his eyes watering. Behind him, the door fell closed, and he stumbled backwards against it, sitting on the floor with his back against the door.
One of the cubs outside tried to push the door open, but Andrew's weight kept it closed. He was stuck in there with the two gassy bears, now.
Jake and Jowy stared at him, and he stared at them. “J-Jake, Jowy?! What's going on in here? What's that awful smell?”
The stench was an ungodly mix of scat, musk, burning rubber, and rotten eggs, and, were the room lit, the gas would have been visible as it hung in the air like a sense of dread.
“W-wait! We can explain--” Jake stepped forward but tripped in the darkness, spinning around and falling against Andrew, his rump pressed against Andrew's face.
“H-hey! What are you doi--”
Andrew's eyes began to stream tears. He gagged, he coughed, he tried his hardest to push the cub away, but the intense, rank, foul scent was far too overpowering. He fell limp, coughing and yelling out, the thick, rancid gas filling his lungs, burning his nose.
“S-stop, stop..” He whimpered out, writhing as the cub tortured him. “P-please, it-it's awful, stop..!”
“H-help, Jowy! I can't get up!” Jowy yelped, and waked over, pulling Jake up off of Andrew's face. The second cub's belly began to rumble, too, and it wasn't long before Jowy let out a deafening
BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT in Andrew's direction.
The heat was incredible. The sheer white-hot blast of gas against his body was stunning, not to mention the power of the gas plume blasting from the bear's anus. Andrew's fur rippled, his skin feeling moist with condensation as the second cub let rip.
Andrew cried out and whined. His ears were ringing. His head was spinning. His eyes were bloodshot and red, and his cheeks stained with tears as they fell automatically. He shut his eyes tight, and tried not to breathe through his nose.. But he could TASTE the secretions in the air, and gagged at the scatty flavour.
“M-mister Andrew, I'm sorry!” Jake whined. “W-we didn't mean for you to be in here, too..”
“Yeah! We just get all gassy and we think it's funny, s-so we came in here just to fart on each other!”
Andrew choked and gagged. “T-that's FUNNY to you?”
The cubs nodded and whimpered. “Y-yeah! It's a funny noise, and a funny smell, and it's funny seeing people be grossed out by it all..!”
Andrew groaned, pinching his nose.. Not that it was helping much. The stink was so potent, he was sure his fur had been stained brown.
“C-can you two please stop farting,” he glanced up at the cubs. “I'm begging you.”
Jake and Jowy looked at their feet and kicked at the ground. “W-well, that's the thing, see, mister Andrew,” Jowy muttered, before letting out another BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP.
Andrew winced and whined out. “What's the thing?!”
“W-well, once we start.. We can't really stop..” Jowy whimpered.
“Yeah! And we drank milk.. We're not allowed to drink milk, cuz.. It makes us all gassy..”
“Y-you could have told me! I wouldn't have given you milk!” Andrew cried out. The smell was still invading his pinched nose.. These kids could have been used as chemical warfare.
“B-but we wanted to do this! J-just not with you stuck in here too!” Jake protested, farting loudly. Andrew could have sworn he could SEE the air being blown away behind the bear.
“H-how long is it going to last?” The wolf whimpered, gazing up at the two cubs.
“Uhhm.. M-maybe a half-hour?” Jake shrugged, breaking wind incredibly loudly.
The cupboard was getting hotter and hotter, and the rancid stink was getting worse. It was like sitting in a sun-baked sewer, full of dead skunks and rotting fish.
The wolf shuddered and gagged, tears streaming from his eyes. “J-just.. I need to get out..”
“W-well, you're up against the door!” Jake cried out. “If you just get up, you can leave!”
Andrew strained, trying desperately to get onto his feet, but he fell back down onto his rump. He was just too weak to pull himself up. He groaned softly. “I can't get up..”
“Why not?!” The cubs whined.
“The smell's too much, it's all too much..” Andrew began to pant heavily. He was hyperventilating. “I-I-I'm starting to panic, I'm panicking..”
“Don't panic!” Jake yelped. “You're the grown up, you can't panic!!”
Andrew kept breathing heavily (which certainly wasn't helping with the odour and gases filling his nose and lungs) and rocking slowly.
Jowy strutted over, and rather confidently, smacked the wolf in the face.
“That's how you stop a panic, I saw it in a movie!”
Andrew sat there for a moment, in silence, before opening his mouth.
“...Thank you, Jow--”
“Any time, mister Andrew!” The bear cub smiled, as Jake let off another foul toot.
Andrew just grimaced. “Maybe you two could help me up?”
Jake and Jowy smiled. “Yeah, we can do that!” Each cub took one of the wolf's arms, and glanced down at him.
Andrew nodded, and began to pull himself up. He clenched his teeth, struggling to lift himself off of the cupboard floor.
The two cubs strained too, pulling up at the heavy wolf's arms. Jake and Jowy growled as they pulled with all their might, both their butts rupturing into loud, long, wet BLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPs.
Andrew fell forward onto his hands and knees, panting heavily. The two cubs took a break, too, whimpering as their lengthy farts petered off.
“O-okay,” Andrew stammered. “I'm almost up.. You two think you can handle one more pull?”
The two cubs panted and nodded, taking his arms once more and pulling hard.
Andrew's heavy body heaved forward, the two bears using the very last of their strength to pull the wolf up. The cubs strained audibly, crying out and groaning as they pulled him.
Andrew placed one foot on the ground, kneeling, and then the other, standing up and swaying dizzily as he reached out to lean against the wall. “Ohh jeeze, my head..” He groaned. “Thank you, boys.”
The two bear cubs stood there, frozen, clutching their rumps.
“..Jake? Jowy? Is everything okay?”
The two bear cubs stood, turning stiffly towards Andrew, and staring up at him.
“Can.. You call our brother?”
“What's happened?..” Andrew paused, and stared at the two cubs. “You didn't..”
“..We made messy in our pants, mister Andrew..”
Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Yes, of course. Come on, let's get out of here.”
They opened the cupboard door, and the cubs on the other side began to gag and scream at the stench.
It was hometime at last. The cubs all wandered out to their parents and guardians, and Jake and Jowy stood with Andrew outside, waiting for Dave to appear.
“We're real sorry, Andrew.” The cubs muttered.
“It's okay, kids. We'll disinfect the cupboard.” He sighed, patting their heads. The two cubs were wearing spare pants, now, and their old pairs had been bagged up.
“We're sorry for not saying about the milk, too..” Jowy whimpered.
“It's ok. We know now, right?” The two nodded.
Dave turned the corner and walked over to the three. “Hey, Jake, hey Jowy. I hope they weren't too much trouble.”
Andrew laughed nervously. Dave looked at him with a sympathetic glance.
He took the cub's hands, and nodded to the wolf. “Thanks again.”
“It's fine, Dave. Take care, Jake and Jowy.”
“Bye bye mister Andrew!” The cubs said in unison.
“See you tomorrow!” Jake smiled.
Andrew stared, and let out a very long whine.
It was going to be a hell of a year.