Callie continued letting out rotten farts as T-Bone and Razor watched, both of them trying to avoid smelling them.
"Hey Callie, I don't mean to pull your tail, but would it cost you one of your nine lives to hold in that flatulence of yours?" Razor suggested, wafting his hand.
Callie grabbed her hips in frustration while still farting. "I'm trying! But they just keep slipping out, much to my dismay."
Suddenly, a portal opened up in front of the flatulent Callie and the SWAT Cats, with the Pastmaster coming out of it.
"It is I! The Pastmaster! Back from the Dark Ages!" the Pastmaster announced. "I am here to take what's mine!"
"Well just look what the cat dragged in all the way from the past." T-Bone stated.
The Pastmaster pointed at at Callie. "Calico Briggs! Or should I call you the present version of Queen Callista! This time you will be mine!"
Callie clenched her fists, making a stance at the Pastmaster with a serious facial expression. "Not this time, Pastmaster! Infact, not ever! Go back to the hellhole of a time period you came from!" Another deep pitched poot erupted from Callie's butt, puffing up her suit and causing her to gasp and to put her hands behind her butt. "Dear Kat god, can't I ever finish a sentence without letting one out?" she thought, her cheeks turning slightly red with embarassment.
The Pastmaster laughed evilly. "What you are currently going through makes it all the more fitting for you to join me, for it seems more fitting to the Dark Ages! Not to mention that Queen Callista also had this problem!"
T-Bone tilted his head. "Wow. That sure explains a lot, huh Razor?"
Razor nodded. "Yeah. Talk about a long lost heritage."
Callie continued ripping more loud poots that got louder, raunchier and more deep pitched over time as she spoke. "I wouldn't be your wife even if you liked me for my bad gas, Pastmaster!"
"Then I shall take you and your gas emitting butt by force!" Pastmaster growled.
Callie turned around. "If you want me so bad, then have at this!" Callie pointed her butt at the Pastmaster before farting loudly, her gas lifting the bottom half of her suit, revealing her white panties which had a wet stain on them, and also blasting the Pastmaster back, causing him to crash into the wall.
"You know what they say, curiosity killed the Kat!" T-Bone pointed out.
The Pastmaster got up, coughing as a result of Callie's powerful gas. "Gah! The stench is worse than that of old Dark Aged tuna fish!" he murmured.
"I can get down and dirty if you want me to, Pastmaster!" Callie exclaimed, farting again, this time her bad gas being worse as it hit the Pastmaster in his face.
"This isn't over, Calico Briggs! I'll be back! I'll be back from the past, for I am the Pastmaster!" the Pastmaster summoned a new portal, jumping into it and disappearing with it.
"Wow Callie. That was impressive! You didn't even need our help!" T-Bone told her. "You know, with a butt like that, you could fight your own battles!"
Callie looked down at her gassy butt, pooting loudly again. "I could, but if some evil doer like Dark Kat or Dr. Viper captures me, then it won't work that way."
Razor nodded his head. "You got a point. At least it's good for something."
Callie suddenly felt her stomach growling as it forced more farts out, placing her hands on it. "Oh gosh, I'll be right back!" Callie ran out the door, her hands on her butt as she ripped loud toots with every step."
"Boy, if I had a litterbox, I sure would hate to share it with Callie." Razor thought.