Bolt and the Agent were watching the clouds. The Agent had moved from Hollywood to West Virginia to be closer to Bolt, and the mountain mamas and the country roads. Every single day he would secretly come over and spank Bolt's juicy, plump, mysterious hind quarters. It filled him with such euphoria that sometimes he couldn't stop himself for hours on end. One of their favorite pass times in between intense porking sessions was laying on the grass and watching the clouds.

Clouds meaning great brown hiney clouds, that is.

"Mine's shaped like a dead guy!"

"Mine's shaped like the last turd I left in the White House!"

"You mean the toilet?"

"The toilet in the White House. Donny Trump is a huge fan of Big A$$ Dumparoo and taking massive sewer clogging turdlets. Him and I love to sit in the Capitol Bathroom and clog the toilet drains. Good thing he has a ton of toilets to spare!"

"I hope we can have a date with Johnny Crapper together soon," Bolt whispered with a seductive wink. Just as the Agent was about to put on his spanking glove and slap Bolt's left bippy cheek 101 times exactly (one time for every kilogram his last dump weighed), a messenger pigeon arrived.

"Bolt! I have an important letter for you and the Agent! Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Nah, I've never seen you a day in my life. Hey, what's that note?"

"Whomst emitted that toxic odor from their bowels? Good heavens, I can't breathe!" The pigeon soon collapsed and died from the horrid scent. "That's a big fat RIP to me!"

"Oh well!" Bolt exclaimed and snatched the letter.

Dear Bolt and Bolt's Agent,

As the mayor of Foggy Bottom, Mayor Humdinger, it's my humble honor to invite you both (and any other gassy lassies you may know) to Foggy Bottom to add more fog to the bottom.

"We need to get to Foggy Bottom immediately! I didn't know a place with such a beautiful name existed!"

Thus, Bolt and the Agent ran into the house.

"Hey Pen-Meister, Elder, and Mittens! We were just invited to Foggy Bottom to add more fog to the bottom! We get to bring gassy lassies along with us, do y'all wanna come gather 'round the isle with us?" The Pen-Meister suddenly turned around and loudly declared, "I ain't never pooted in my whole life!"

The gang then loaded into the Station Wagon, otherwise known as the Gas Station Wagon, because there's always a lot of gas in the wagon. Also they like to stop at all the gas stations, drink the gasoline, and then rip ass to see who can make the biggest fireball. This has gotten the gang banned from every gas station in the state, but the excuse they give every time is "why's it called a gas station then"?

The Elder put in her favorite CD and the gang loudly broke into song.

On the road again

I just can't wait to get on the road again

The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again