Vicky and Tiny Kong both kept farting and pooping (in their pants) on Timmy as they were now in Vicky's room in Vicky's house, since things at the Turner household were getting pretty boring. Kind of easy to see why, there's only so much you can write about farting females shitting their pants.

"I wonder if I'm gonna remember this when I graduate high school..." Timmy Turner muttered, his words somewhat muffled by the brassy deep pitched tuba toots that made the big butt cheeks of both gassy girls vibrate.

"You must have a high threshold for pain." Tiny Kong complimented as she glanced down at Timmy.

Timmy rolled his eyes as he sarcastically responded, "I don't know the meaning of the word."

Tiny smiled as she held her hands together in admiration. "Oh, you're a pretty tough guy there, huh?

Vicky shook her head as she was reading through one of her boy magazines. "No, no, Tiny, the twerp doesn't know what threshold means."

Tiny shrugged as she began brushing her blonde hair, her brassy farts becoming a bit more wet.