Candace (reluctantly) to the rescue!

The problem is leverage. Wonder Woman has nothing to push or pull on to free herself! Her boot-clad legs are flailing in mid-air with nothing to push against to push herself the rest of the way through -- and even if she did, she would land on her face on the filthy floor of this putrid abandoned men's room. As for her arms, they're flailing in mid-air inside the building, with no way to push herself back out!

Bottom line: her bottom is stuck! Her fat butt is too big to fit through the little window, which apparently was installed as little more than ventilation for the men's room in the days before air conditioning.

Intrepid intern Candace Etfield is watching all this (or at least the below-the-waist part of this) from afar, and just can't believe what she's seeing. She puts away her miniature telescope, looks away and shakes her head. Now she understands the negative vibe she's gotten from Steve Trevor about Wonder Woman, who "used to be" a great help to the IADC.

Candace scratches her head. The budding professional in her wants to call Steve and let him call in some rescue people to extract the clumsy heroine from her preposterous predicament. But the woman in her says, no, this gal's in a really embarrassing situation, and Steve would probably end up calling in the local fire department, a bunch of back-slapping men. And then it would be public record, and then there would be the press with their embarrassing photographs and video....

The intern reluctantly puts her spyglass in her pocket and shakes her head, then makes a graceful athletic dismount from her perch on the tree branch. She looks at the spot where persons or creatures unknown have obviously squeezed under the fence, then opens up the compartment under her motorcycle seat and digs out a couple of bungee cords. She attaches them to the fence and runs them around the bottom of the chain link and yanks up as far as she can, to make the opening as high as possible. She lies down on her back with her head right by the fence and, with her feet, starts shoving herself under the fence. Her head (turned sideways) and then her shoulders make it under, but then her boobs are in the way. She uses one hand to shove the bottom edge of the chain link up a little more, and uses her other hand to squeeze one boob under the fence. Then she does the same thing for the other boob.

After another minute or so of wiggling and squeezing and shoving, the agile young woman is in. She scrambles to her feet, dusts herself off, and looks at her Kawasaki, hoping it'll still be there when she gets back. Then she takes off running toward the abandoned theater where the blundering Amazon is stuck.

Candace finds the half-naked heroine still stuck in the little window, with one plump white ass cheek naked and the other cheek still mostly covered in blue and white. "Wonder Woman!!," the intern yells. Suddenly the Amazon's legs stop wiggling. "Wonder Woman, I'm going to try to help you!"

Wonder Woman hears, and tries to reply, but all Candace hears is a muffled echo from inside the building, where Wonder Woman's voice echoes off the walls of the men's room. The intern looks around for some way to help. A few yards away she sees a doorway, probably an emergency exit from the old theater. She makes her way through the weeds and rubble and yanks on the door. After just a few seconds of pulling and yanking, the door swings open! Candace looks inside the building, then back up at the clumsy heroine's legs, and shakes her head.

The intern steps inside the abandoned theater and makes her way toward where Wonder Woman is. She finds a door and shoves on it. It gives easily and Candace almost stumbles in. "Yuck!" She didn't realize it was a restroom. She covers her nose and mouth and looks around. Yep, urinals. It was a men's room. Then she looks up and, yep, there's our inept Amazon.

Then Candace does a double-take. With her upper body poking in through the little window... Wonder Woman's breasts are bare! Apparently squeezing herself through the window, her bustier had caught on the windowsill while her bust had kept going! Now her naked titties are just dangling there!

Candace shakes her head in disbelief, then figures she'd better tell Wonder Woman who she is. "My name is Etfield. I work with Steve Trevor at the IADC," she explains.

"Of course," Wonder Woman says. "I mean... oh."

The intern looks curiously at the heroine.

"Um," Wonder Woman changes the subject, "how did you get in the building?"

"Through a door. It was unlocked."

Wonder Woman feels like an idiot. She and the intern just look at each other for a few seconds. Finally Candace looks around and says, "I'll look for something around here to help, uh, I dunno, to help you."

After a couple minutes of searching around the storage area behind the old theater screen, Candace finds a ladder! It's an old wooden ladder, and not in great shape, but it might work. She grabs the ladder and carries it toward the door where she'd come in. As she passes the men's room door, she covers her nose and mouth again and goes in the restroom to tell Wonder Woman what she's going to do.

She takes the ladder outside and carries it over to where Wonder Woman's legs are sticking out. It's about an eight-foot straight ladder, just tall enough to reach the little window. Candace climbs up the ladder and ends up with her face right at Wonder Woman's half-naked butt. "Wonder Woman, can you hear me?"

Wonder Woman responds by kicking and flailing her legs, almost knocking Candace off the ladder. "Aack! Wait! Hey!," Candace yells. She slaps Wonder Woman's naked ass cheek to get her attention. It works. "Okay, Wonder Woman, hold up. I'm going to grab your hips and try to pull you out just a little bit, and then we'll take it from there, okay?"

She hears a muffled "okay". She takes one more step up the ladder and reaches her arms around Wonder Woman's hips, as if she's hugging the heroine's ass. Being careful not to put to much pressure on the ladder, she pulls and tugs as gently as possible. After repeated tugging and yanking, the heroine's hips finally start to come free.

"Okay, Wonder Woman, listen carefully. You should be able to get your feet on the ladder now. But wait, the ladder's kinda rickety. It won't hold both of us. Let me climb down, then you can get on the ladder and climb down, okay?"

"Yes," Wonder Woman gasps. The heroine has had her gut on the windowsill so long, she's out of breath.

Candace carefully climbs down, and holds the bottom of the ladder steady for Wonder Woman. "Okay," she yells, "see if you can get one of your feet on the ladder!"

Wonder Woman wiggles her half-naked butt some more and tries to get her red boot-clad left foot on the ladder.

"A litte to the right," Candace yells, "and down just a couple inches!"

Wonder Woman huffs and puffs, but she can't seem to edge herself out enough to reach the top rung on the ladder. "Damn it," she mutters.

Candace is getting impatient. "What the hell's the matter now?"

"It's... it's my power belt, or my lasso or something. Something's caught on the windowsill. Can't... can't break... free...."

Candace rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Suddenly Wonder Woman flails and shakes herself really hard, and something gives. She starts to come out of the window, but her boot hits the ladder too hard, breaking the top rung. She tries to kick away from that rung, but that just shakes the ladder, and the next thing you know the side rails of the ladder start to come loose, and the ladder starts falling completely apart! Condace quickly backs away to avoid being hit by flying rungs and splinters, and clumsy heroines!

Wonder Woman's going to fall, unless the belt or lasso holds her up there!