"Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever seen girls so gassy?" David Letterman pointed out as he revealed footage of Hilda and Bianca stinking up Castelia City with their flatulent rear ends. "Let's get a closer look. Jim?"
The camera then shifted into the Pokemon world, with the audience laughing because Hilda and Bianca were both releasing brassy butt bombs onto the city, thousands of people and Pokemon looking in disbelief as Bianca was relishing her gassy antics, while Hilda was completely embarrassed, unaware that they were being watched by millions across alternate dimensions.
"Oh man... Bianca, why did you have to make me challenge you to see who could eat those beans the most?" Hilda remarked with her hands on her brap blasting big butt since she farted more embarrassingly bassy, deep pitched tuba toots, puffing up her brown stained, blue colored jean shorts.
"Because you felt the need to get a challenge, silly!" Bianca stated in such a happy manner for she let out looser farts that sounded more like trombones. "You should embrace it, girlfriend! It's not every day that you can outfart a farting legend like me!"
"Oh how I wish I didn't..." Hilda remarked whilst she began sobbing, with Bianca trying her best to comfort her as the gassy Pokegirls kept farting.
"Come on you don't have to feel so -BLORT- bad." Bianca pointed out upon fanning the rotten eggy air fumigating the metropolitan area.
Hilda looked at her butt burping buddy with tears in her eyes. "You know how many -POOT- shorts I've been messing?"
"Well yeah I just -BRAP- mess up my undies too yet I love it!" Bianca admitted since she could feel her trombone toots linger longer than expected.
Hilda groaned since she could already feel her smeared shorts become more messy with every poot she emitted. "Why is it that I always end up with -TOOT- you?"
"Because we just happen to -FART- attract each other!"