"...your new daycare!"
"Daycawe?!" Leah squeaks in horror.
"I agreed to watch a diapered teenager. Not a diapered toddler. I'm too busy with my job to give you the attention you need during the work day."
Leah scowls. This is going too far. But she can't do anything about it.
As they drive towards the daycare, which is apparently right next to the set of Rita's current movie, Leah tries to calm down and relax. Stress will only make things worse. She's stuck for the week in this situation. All she can do is go along with it and hope the week isn't completely awful.
She relaxes too much, however, and a parade of farts rips through her diaper, closely followed by a log beginning to crown. Leah frantically tries to clench, but it's too late. And the log stubbornly stays put when she allows herself to relax again. With a groan, she begins to push.
Rita hears Leah grunting from her car seat and smiles at her.
"I knew that you had to go poopy. There was no other explanation for all that gas," she says. Leah can only grunt in response, her face turning red from effort. She pulls her knees into her chest and leans forward slightly. The improved position allows the log to finally exit smoothly, with one last fart.
They arrive at the daycare. Leah sighs in frustration as her tummy cramps up again. She lets out a series of fresh farts. Rita parks the car, gets out, and goes to get Leah. She picks her up and squeezes her diaper.
"Wow, you made a big present for Auntie Rita!" she teases. Leah farts again. "You definitely need a change. Hmm. I'll change you..."