One day, Tootie was outside with Clara. Tootie was using a watering can to water the flowers that were growing around her house, and Clara was simply watching the clouds. Suddenly, however, the Jet flew into view and landed on the street close to Tootie's home. Once the girls noticed him, they both screamed in fear. Tootie dropped her watering can and tried to run away, but a panel inside of the Jet opened. He sent out his robotic arm and grabbed Tootie with it. All Tootie could do was grab a flower from the ground and hold onto it as she was pulled into the air.

"Mister Jet, please! Don't kidnap me!" Tootie begged for mercy, but the Jet didn't listen.

"Don't you tell me what to do, little girl! You're coming with me!" the Jet responded.

Tootie tried to think about what to do, but it didn't seem like she had enough time. Then, the idea of making the Jet sneeze came to her. She looked at the flower in her hand and realized what she had to do. She didn't think that it would work, but it was worth a try, and she really, truly didn't want to be under the Jet's power. She turned to the Jet and started to hit his nose with the flower in her hand. A small cloud of pollen rose and formed around the Jet's nose. The cloud wasn't too thick, but he could feel it, and Tootie could see his nose starting to twitch.

"Ah... Ahhh... AHHH..." The Jet inhaled and then released a huge sneeze. "CHOOOOOOOOOO!"

The sneeze from the Jet blew Tootie right out of his hand. She fell back down to Earth and landed on the ground, back in front of her house. Clara ran over to Tootie to see if she was hurt.

"Tootie, are you okay?!" Clara asked in concern.

Tootie didn't answer. She simply stood up as tears filled her eyes. Clara saw that Tootie had bright red bruises all over her body. Her face, arms and legs were covered in them, and even though none of them were bleeding, they were extremely painful to touch, let alone have. In fact, even standing up caused an unbearable pain to surge through her body, and then she started crying.

"Ugh..." The Jet groaned, and then sniffled and rubbed his nose on his hand. He looked down at Tootie and gasped in genuine concern. "Oh no! Tootie! What have I done?! I-I'm so sorry!"

"You... stupid... meanie!" Tootie said to the Jet before she ran inside of her house, continuing to cry.

Clara and the Jet looked at each other, and then the Jet turned and flew away. He didn't manage to see Clara waving to him.

Inside of the house, Tootie alerted her mother, Nicky, about her recently-obtained bruises. She instantly sympathized with her and brought her into the bathroom, offering to make them "feel better." Nicky then proceeded to put bandages on Tootie's bruises. They started to feel a bit better, but they still hurt. Tootie wore these bandages to bed that night, and had Nicky put fresh, new ones on her to replace the old bandages in the morning.

"Mommy, I don't think I can go to school like this," Tootie said.

"Honey, it's okay. It'll take a few days for you to feel better. Just be patient," Nicky said.

Tootie had to go to school with the bandages on her body. She could barely get through the day without getting humiliated by the other students. When she was on her way to class, Teddy walked by and saw her bruises. And he took this opportunity to embarrass her.

"What's the matter, Tootie?" Teddy asked, tauntingly. "Are those bruises, or chicken pox?!"

Some of his friends overheard his insult, and they all laughed at her, which nearly made her cry. Then, when she got to class, Mr. Crocker saw her came in and quickly gave her an F just for having the bruises. Tootie didn't know what hurt her more; the bruises that the Jet had given her, or how much everybody made fun of her. She had to do something, however.

Later, when Tootie arrived home from school, she opened the freezer, took out an ice pack, and closed the freezer. She slowly peeled off one of the bandages that were covering one of her bruises, and she applied the ice pack to the bruise. That didn't hurt it at all; in fact, it started to feel a lot better. Tootie took off the ice pack and put the bandage back on the bruise. She then proceeded to each of the other bruises, pulling off each bandage, one at a time, and putting the ice pack on the bruises underneath. They, too, started to feel better. When she was finished, she put her bandages back on her bruises, and then took the ice pack and put it back in the freezer. By the time she was done with that, barely any of her bruises felt any pain at all.

For the next two days, Tootie used her strategy to heal her bruises and make them go away faster. They felt less and less painful to touch until they were entirely gone, and everyone she met at school stopped making fun of her. Feeling both delighted and relieved that it was over, she stopped applying the ice pack to herself, since she didn't need it anymore.

At the end of the third day, when school had already ended and the sun was going down, the Jet arrived again. Tootie, who was in her bedroom at the time and saw him coming, was scared for a moment, but she nervously went out onto the front yard.

"Tootie..." The Jet started. "There's something I need to tell you..."

"Yeah?" Tootie responded. "What is it?"

The Jet breathed in and sighed. "I am really, truly sorry that I hurt you like that."

He had already apologized right after discovering Tootie's bruises, but now that her pain had gone, she forgave him this time.

"It's okay. And thanks for saying that you're sorry, Jet," she responded. "The last two days were just as bad as those owies felt."

"I bet they did," the Jet said. "Well, that's about it. See you tomorrow."

The Jet then levitated off the ground, turned around and flew away. Tootie waved goodbye to him as he disappeared into the distance, and then she went back into her house.