Bonnie sprays the crowd

Bonnie aimed her water hose at the crowd, ignoring Miss Trickett, and depressed the trigger. She aimed high, intending to soak every last one of them.

Half a dozen cheerleaders instantly found themselves drenched.

Gloria, a curvaceous sporty black woman. Kendra, a petite Asian girl. Monique, a pretty French foreign exchange student. In the blink of an eye, they all found themselves nude, breasts and bushes and pretty bottoms on display for everyone to see.

Squeals rang through the tent.

Bonnie pressed the trigger again, and the remainder of the cheer squad found themselves equally naked with the whole school looking on and giggling. More squeals rang out, and several cheers, though none of them were from the actual cheerleaders. It wasn't enough. Bonnie wanted more.

She hopped up onto the bench, and systematically hosed down the entire crowd. She'd been hoping to undress all the boys in the audience as well as all the girls, but for some reason the magic clothes-dissolving water didn't work on boys. In fact, it didn't even seem to get them wet! And it didn't do any damage to cell phones, either.

But, in the space of about two minutes, every last woman in the crowd (which was perhaps 60% female) felt her clothes melt right off her body, leaving her bare-naked and dripping with water in front of some very curious young men. Pinkwhistle school girls yelped and clutched their lovely nineteen-year-old tits and pussies. Investment bankers from New York and TV presenters from Tokyo, fairy princesses from the Blue Dimension and noble warrior women from the planet Mars, gasped in horror as their nipples were revealed, their vaginas exposed and their pert round bottoms bared for everyone to see.

Hank nudged Ben. "Hey," he said, grinning broadly, not taking his eyes off the cheerleaders. "Look. Naked girls."

"Yeah," said Ben, curiously examining the copper-coloured body of a Martian Amazon who had previously been wearing a sort of leather kilt. "It rules." He raised his cell phone, and began to record.

Camera flashes, cheers and appreciative commands pursued the horrified naked ladies out the front door of the shooting-gallery tent, where tower-mounted spotlights and the bustling crowds of Sideshow Alley awaited them. Meanwhile, Bonnie was busy freeing Susie and the other captives from their bonds.

"Come on," she hissed to Susie. "While everyone's distracted, let's take a back exit. Maybe we can find some clothes!"