"You gotta be kidding me; I'm farting up a storm and I'm stuck: how the hell do I get myself in these stupid situations?" Vanessa asked herself for she was pooting away in the music room with her dump truck blasting bassy braps in a rotten egg scented tuba that was so smelly it could make you vomit if you got too close because it stunk that bad. "When I get my hands on that brat I'm going to make him face the music, and it will be without ear muffs and a nose plug!"