It was just a beautiful day in Dimmsdale, and Tootie and Clara were having a tea party in the front yard of Tootie's house. Alongside them, Tootie had brought her stuffed animals, Mr. Puddles and Miss Kitty, outside to play with them. As they were having fun, however, a large shadow appeared over them.
"Hmm? That's odd..." Tootie said to herself, referring to the shadow.
"Hey, what's going on?" Clara asked.
She and Tootie looked up, and then both of them screamed in horror in response to what they saw. They saw a huge, blue and black jet that laughed evilly. It must have had a mind of its own - or his own, since it sounded male when it made a vocal sound. Neither Tootie nor Clara had ever seen an evil jet before, or even one that acted anthropomorphic. But they had no time to focus on that, since they were going to be in true danger.
Two panels in the jet opened, and robotic arms came out. They grabbed Tootie and Clara, and pulled them toward the Jet. They tried as hard as they could to break free, but neither of them could.
"What are you?! Whatever you are, please let us go!" Tootie begged.
"We're too young to die!" Clara agreed.
The Jet, however, didn't want to listen to either of them. Through his hands, he fired an unusual gas that quickly caused Tootie and Clara to fall asleep. Recalling his arms into his panels, the Jet put the unconscious girls inside of his body and took off towards his evil garage.
When Tootie and Clara awakened, they were sitting together, inside a giant cage. This cage was large enough for them to stand up in, but not large enough for them to quickly escape from. The cage was also in a very unfamiliar room.
"Clara, where are we?" Tootie asked.
"I don't know, Tootie, I don't know! Who put us here, anyway?"
"That would be me!"
Upon hearing this unfamiliar voice, the girls looked up again to see the Jet. Unlike when they first met him, he proved to them that he could talk.
"I am the Jet, and you two are in the garage where I live! And I shall keep you with me for the rest of our lives!" he said.
He opened the cage, only to pull out Tootie and quickly close the cage again. He pulled Tootie up to his "face", and then dropped her on a table, since she was much smaller than the Jet. She felt some pain from the landing, but wasn't too hurt. She looked around for something to hurt the Jet with. She found a fork, picked it up and tried to poke the Jet with it, but he simply laughed evilly at her attempt. Getting poked by a fork wouldn't hurt him in the slightest, so when it became clear that her attempt was failing, Tootie tossed the fork aside.
She then saw a large pepper shaker, quickly ran over to it and climbed to the top of the pepper shaker. She unscrewed the lid and threw it aside, being very careful not to fall into the pepper. She had a plan to blow into the pepper shaker and get the pepper everywhere, causing the Jet to sneeze. She looked at the Jet threateningly.
"If you come any closer, you'll be sorry!" said Tootie.
"Oh, really?" The Jet moved slightly closer.
"Okay, you asked for it!"
Knowing that her plan would probably cause her to sneeze while she only intended to make the Jet sneeze, Tootie put a finger directly under her nose, took a deep breath and blew into the shaker with all of her might.
A large amount of black pepper filled the air around the two of them, and the Jet sniffed once, completely effortlessly. He cringed as the dangerous black spice flowed into his nose, causing it to twitch violently. He instantly had to sneeze, and Tootie needed to sneeze as well. As the pepper filled the air, Tootie sniffed it lightly, only for tens of pepper particles to fly up into her nose.
Unlike the Jet, however, Tootie managed to stop several incoming sneezes before she could release a single one. Her nose itched and burned slightly from the pepper, but as long as she was able to stop her sneezes, she didn't have much of a problem. Meanwhile, the Jet inhaled uncontrollably, unable to stop himself from the sneeze that was coming for him.
"Ah... AHHH... AHHHHH..."
Tootie ran off the shaker, safely landed back on the floor, and ran to the cage that Clara was in. She hadn't tried to free her yet, but she had to warn her about what was going to happen.
"Clara, you better cover your ears!" Tootie said.
"Why? Did he set off a bomb?" Clara asked.
"No, worse. He's going to sneeze!"
"Oh, that is worse!"
With that, the girls put their fingers into their ears just as the Jet took one more dramatic breath, and then released his humongous sneeze.
"AHHHHH... CHOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The force of the Jet's sneeze blew the cage right into the wall, along with Tootie. She was slightly hurt, but managed to handle the amount of pain her body received. The cage broke open, and Clara rubbed her head in pain. There was still plenty of pepper in the air, so the Jet needed to sneeze again. Tootie and Clara didn't have to sneeze from it, however, since they were trying their best not to inhale the pepper in the air.
"AH... AH..."
"Wow, that was some sneeze!" Clara said.
"Let's get out of here!" Tootie said.
She grabbed Clara's hand and pulled her to the garage door. They managed to make it through and close it just before the Jet sneezed again, and again.
"AHHH... CHOOOOOO! AH-CHOOOOOO! AH-CHOOOOOO! AH-CHOOOOOOO!"
Due to the amount of pepper he constantly blew up into the air, the Jet was in a long, seemingly endless sneezing fit. The sneezes were destructive, and sent objects flying around here and there. He could feel and smell the pepper in, on and around his nose without even trying. Luckily, while the girls walked back to town, they didn't hear as many of the sneezes that the Jet unleashed. They were loud, but the farther they were, the less they could hear them.
"Ah... silly pepper... Ahhh..." Tootie still had some pepper up her nose, and needed to sneeze as well. She could smell the pepper, and since she had been fighting back her sneezes while the Jet was sneezing, she had decided it was time to let them go. However, since she wasn't in the pepper-filled garage with the Jet anymore, the sneeze just wouldn't release. Clara didn't have to sneeze, since she was trying desperately not to inhale any pepper, but Tootie not only didn't know that, but was too busy with her own sneeze to believe it. "Ah..."
"Wow, that's one sneezy jet, huh, Tootie?" Clara asked, only to realize that Tootie wasn't answering. "Tootie?"
"AH... hang ON..." Tootie tried to speak, but her sneeze was coming. "I think I'M GON... AH... gonNA SNEEZE... AH..."
She sniffed as much as she could, but the pepper just couldn't make her sneeze. She figured that the amount of pepper was too large, since it would usually take a much smaller amount of pepper to make her sneeze. Larger amounts of pepper, however, did make her sneeze on occasion; just not as often as smaller amounts. Perhaps she was paying too much attention to it, but the amount of pepper caused more of a burning sensation than an itching sensation that she expected.
"AH... AH..." Realizing how long it was taking for the sneeze to come, she gave up on simply relying on the pepper and looked up at the afternoon sun, knowing that sunlight could occasionally make her sneeze. The moment her eyes and the light made contact, she finally managed to coax her sneeze out, along with two more that came on rather unexpectedly.
"AHHHHH... CHHHHHHHEWWWW! AH-CHEEEEEWWW! Ah... AH-CHOOOOOOOO!"
"Wow. Bless you," Clara said.
Tootie recovered from her rare triple-sneeze, sniffled once and rubbed her nose on her finger. She felt guilty that she didn't cover her mouth, but as glad as she was to have sneezed, she was glad to have aimed her head at the ground to keep from spraying Clara. She was also glad to have blown out every inch of pepper with her three sneezes, so there was no longer such a burning sensation in her nose.
"Sorry, Clara. Let's just go home and keep talking there."
Clara agreed, and they returned to Tootie's house. When they got there, Tootie cleaned up the tea party that they had, and put her stuffed animals back in her room. Then she and Clara went to the living room, where they had some ice cold water to calm their nerves and continued their conversation about what happened.
"As I was saying, that's one sneezy Jet," Clara said.
"Yeah, you said it," Tootie agreed. "You don't think that making it sneeze is the only way to get it to leave us alone, do you?"
"Well, he does sneeze much bigger than any of us do, but I don't want to take advantage of that."
"I'll let you think about it. But we've got to get the Jet to leave us alone somehow, just in case he comes back."
Back at the garage, when every grain of the pepper finally settled to the floor, the Jet stopped sneezing. He sniffled harshly and rubbed at his reddened, sore nose with his robotic forefinger.
"Curse those kids," he said to himself. "They may have gotten away this time, but they won't be so lucky next time. Maybe next time..."
The Jet looked over at the pepper shaker, which had been knocked to the floor due to one of his horrendously powerful sneezes, and was probably more than half empty.
"I'll make them sneeze! Then they'll be the miserable ones!" The Jet laughed evilly at the thought of his evil plan. Maybe he wouldn't do it today or tomorrow, but someday, he would get back at Tootie and Clara for doing this to him.