"...so dudes, what do we do about April's... um..." Michelangelo remarked as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, the four of them and April heading back to the turtles' home in the sewer.
April O' Neal farted a big, brassy fart that sounded like a tuba as she blushed, her hands on her butt, which appeared bigger from the way her gas blast puffed up the back of her tight yellow jump suit. "M-my, I never knew I had so much gas in me..."
"I didn't know, either, and I know the most!" Donatello commented as he wondered why April's butt was getting bigger from her thunderous flatulence.
"You think the Shredder did something naughty to April?" Leonardo stated with concern as he faced Raphael.
"What do you think, Leo? This is the Shredder we're talking about!" Raphael remarked in response.
As the group walked through the sewers, April paused for a moment after farting out a tuba toot, pulling open her tight jumpsuit from the top to feel how hot her farting was, for the smell was trapped inside. The four turtles all turned around to face April, whose face was paler than usual as she looked like she was going to faint.
"W-well... a-at least I c-can't complain a-about the sewer stinking anymore..." April stated, farting one more time as she fell flat on her face, knocked out from her own bad smelling farts.
The four turtles glanced at each other as they wondered what to do in this awkward situation.