The next morning, Katy Kat awoke before Paula had, unaware of the terrible things that happened to Lammy last night. She woke and looked at her calendar, and then her phone. She didn't forget that today was the day she had to go to the new bridal store at the mall they where opening, in the wedding dress she had previously modeled for another store.

She changed out of her pajamas, showered and brushed her hair and teeth. Then she was ready to put in the wedding dress.

After Paula had gotten up and had gotten ready, Katy had her help tie the back ribbon.

"It's as perfect as the first time I put it on!" Katy chirped when she looked into her door mirror.

"So, at Kevin's Bridal at the South Side Mall?" Paula asked.

"Yeah," Katy said, "but I probably should eat something first."

She looked in her fridge for something to eat for a quick breakfast. Something that wouldn't stain her dress.

"Oh yeah!" Katy exclaimed, "I forgot about that dumpling! Good thing I didn't forget completely," and with that she grabbed it and headed out.

"What about me?" Paula asked.

"Maybe I'll get you something on the way out," the cat replied.

Katy gobbled up her dumpling while Paula questioned why she hadn't hailed for a ride.

"Why didn't you call a Ryde or something?"

"It's not that far," Katy said, "besides I can show off my dress to more people!"

At the South Side Mall, a small fashion show was taking place.

There was a catwalk set up in the center court. Many people were dressed in interesting outfits to represent attire sold at certain stores.

The up tempo funky music played as the models walked across it, and then back. First on stage was a fish woman dressed in summer wear. She posed in a poised and almost arrogant way as she reached the end before she walked back. Second was a jackal dressed in athletic wear. At this point, Katy started to have a stomachache.

"It's not nervousness, I've prepared for this for months. I'm never nervous in these scenarios. It's probably just a random cramp."

The next participant was an aardvark in skater gear. He even skated to the front of the stage.

Katy's turn was up, and she walked up the steps to the stage. As she walked smoothly, the cramp in her lower stomach returned, and was more painful.

No, not now... Hold it, Katy. You've been preparing for this day.

Katy tried walking as gracefully as she could, squeezing her buttcheeks together tightly, feeling them sweat as did her forehead. She tried to smile, but did so grudgingly, as she tried to keep holding it. If anyone noticed, she could just say her perspiring was from her passion.

When she got to the middle of the stage, her luck went bad, as a silent fart made its way out. This didn't stop her, as she had to keep going and brush it off. Hoping nobody would notice. But some people behind her standing by the stage backed up, some giving dirty looks.

Katy finally made it to the front. She was about to wave to the crowd, but her colon was spasming and desperate for release at this point. She no longer tried to keep her cheerful disposition and held on to her butt with both hands with a pained, worried look, much to the crowd's confusion.

But soon, that changed, and Katy's loud, wet fart got even wetter, and then... let's say what used to be white turned brown, and the confusion turned into revulsion, making Katy made a mad dash off the stage.

"Let's go," she said to Paula.

"That would be a good idea," Paula said.

Katy's cellphone rang. She picked up her purse next to where Paula was sitting on the bench.

It was Lammy.

"Lammy?"

Katy listened to what Lammy had to say, as it was alot. And if anyone had been trying to listen in, it would have sounded like a fast forwarded tape being played, as always heard on television.

"He did... what?!" Katy nearly shouted, but realizing she didn't want to draw anymore attention to herself in her... condition.

"It's ok, Lammy. We'll get the police to talk to him about what he did last night," she hung up, then groaned "after I shower... and then I'll get the head of the girl who sold those dumplings to me!"

"That dress needs a good cleaning, too," Paula pointed out.

"No kidding," was Katy's sharp reply, "you have no idea how much shit is in my undies right now! I don't even think some of it stayed inside."