Locker Room Laughter
Setting: A dimly lit locker room, filled with the sounds of celebration and the scent of sweat. Dalton, still in his football gear, is basking in the glory of his game-winning performance. Mitchell, an oversized toddler dressed in a loose shirt and sagging brown Pampers Cruiser, waits eagerly on a bench, pacifier in mouth.
Dalton: (laughs, catching his breath) Dude, you should have seen me out there! I was like a beast on the field!
Mitchell: (eyes wide with admiration) You’re the best, Dalton! I can’t wait to smell your farts!
Dalton bursts into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief.
Dalton: (grinning) You really are something else, Mitchell. Always waiting for my gas, huh?
Mitchell giggles, shifting in his seat, the sound of crinkling Pampers echoing in the locker room.
Mitchell: (innocently) I love your farts! They smell like victory!
Dalton leans over, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Dalton: (playfully) Well, get ready, buddy! I’ve got a whole load of ‘em coming your way!
With that, Dalton lets out a loud fart, and Mitchell erupts into laughter, his face lighting up with joy.
Mitchell: (sniffing the air) Mmm! Victory smells so good!
For the next sixty minutes, Dalton continues to release a series of farts, each one met with Mitchell’s delighted reactions. The locker room fills with the sound of laughter and playful banter.
Dalton: (between laughs) I can’t believe you love this so much! You’re like my little fart fan club!
As the game day high begins to fade, Dalton’s expression softens.
Dalton: (gently) Alright, champ, time to get you to bed.
Dalton helps Mitchell off the bench, guiding him toward the exit. Mitchell waddles, his dirty Pampers wedged up, a satisfied grin plastered on his face.
Mitchell: (yawning) Can we do this again tomorrow?
Dalton: (smirking) You bet, buddy. But first, you’ve got to sleep in that dirty diaper. No changing before bed!
They exit the locker room, the sounds of the celebration fading into the background as Dalton carries Mitchell to his room, their laughter echoing down the hallway.
The scene fades to black as Mitchell snuggles into bed, a content smile on his face, drifting off to sleep with the lingering scent of his caretaker's farts in the air.