"Well it looks like we might be coming to a dead end." Melody said to Cynthia with both of them looking outward on a bridge while they farted.
Cynthia chuckled upon patting her stomach. "That might be so Melody but I wouldn't be so down about it."
Melody was fanning her face and her rumbling rump with the tuba ass blasts of gas brewing within her. "And why is that, may I ask?"
"Because we'll certainly find what we're looking for." Cynthia said with a wink for she grabbed the ghastly ghost girl and propelled herself in the air with her pungent poots that she was building up the entire time. "After all we can make like our farts and just fly through the air!"