Babs, Buster, Plucky and Hamston were all inside Foghorn Leghorn's class, playing attention to Foghorn's teachings.
"And that's I say and that's how you defend I say defend yourself against I say against someone who wants to roast I say roast you up I say roast you up like chicken. Boy I say boy do I say "I say" too I say too often."
"Hey Professor, what is the point "I say" the point of this?" Plucky mocked. "Why would anyone want to try to defend themselves against a thing like that?"
Foghorn looked at Plucky for a second. "You're a duck arn't you? They'll roast I say they'll roast you up good if they catch you."
Plucky got up, annoyed by Foghorn's comment. "Who in their right minds would even dare to do that?"
"Well, that Montana kid for instance." Foghorn pointed out.
Plucky widened his eyes in realization. "Can't argue with that."
Babs raised her hand, catching Foghorn's attention.
"Yes, I say yes Miss Babs?" Foghorn responded.
"Mr. Leghorn, does that apply to the rest of us?"
Foghorn thought for a moment. "Well, of course. You never know when someone is going to give it to you straight."
Suddenly, Babs farted loudly again, catching everyone's attention as Hamston ran out the door, being the fart hating clean freak that he is. "Heh heh. Excuse me!" she chuckled, blushing as she fanned the air behind her, while Buster couldn't felt but feel his private erecting.
"Young lady I say young lady, please keep your back blasts to yourself." Foghorn advised.
Babs released a cute little poot in cuteness. "But Professor, why should I? I mean, you taught us that you never know what comes at us."
Then, Montana Max walked into the classroom, prompting Babs to run up to him, putting her furry butt in his face, farting as loudly as possible in his face, the other tiny toons and Foghorn unable to believe it as Montana screamed in horror, with Babs smiling mischievously as she continued ripping ass in his face.
"Young lady I say young lady I say that's so unladylike!" Foghorn exclaimed.
Montana tbroke loose from Babs' grip, running away growling in anger. Leaving Babs and her gassy tushie, who giggled as she placed her hands on her butt, releasing another loud, raunchy fart that lifted her skirt and erected Buster even more as he couldn't help but grab his crotch in arousal.
"Hey Buster what are you I say what are you doing?" Foghorn asked, looking at Buster oddly.
Buster quickly took his hands off his crotch. "Nothing, professor."