Amy had her gloved hands on her face for she was relaxing on the sandy shore, her dress being lifted up by her frequent fart gas passes done by her rancid rump of a bassy burping big butt, with the hedgehog girl wondering if this would qualify as a future present.

"There's no way I'll be able to live this gassy cacophony down." Amy admitted for she blew her hair up in light of feeling the need to get some new clothes to wear by virtue of her methane making leaving a stain on her underwear. "I kinda wonder what my clothing would say if they could talk; I know my panties wouldn't be happy."

Deciding to get off of sitting about on a beach chair stinking up the resort, Amy decided to do a dash and bash, summoning her red and yellow piko hammer and whacking away badniks patrolling the area while continuing to break wind.