Amy was having a hard time concentrating on playing tennis for she kept on farting, making it hard for her to focus for her fellow players were all questioning why they were partaking in this stinky match with her, with them being on the Carnival Park court.

"Ooh; these poots of mine are really starting to hit me!" Amy admitted while using the tennis racket to fan her rancid rump roars away from her. "Maybe I should have laid off those chili dogs!"

"I'll say; I can barely breathe over here!" Meemee teased for she found it hard to take in the samba air.

Pudding rubbed the back of her head while feeling a rumble in her gut that prompted her to lift up her leg and fart herself. "Hey don't be so hard on yourself; we all get a bit stinky here or there."

"Yeah but not to this degree!" Amy pointed out for he noticed Amigo laughing at her gassy habit, making her be more determined to keep playing the game in light of her flatulent predicament.