Megan Honey's turn

Megan Honey, the pretty blonde English teacher who all the boys had a big crush on, was the next to saunter down the stairs. She smoothed down her floral sundress and glanced at the watching students, offering them a friendly wave and a smile.

"Wow," said Ben, observing as she reached up to try and snag the gold coin in the skeleton's grip. "I almost feel bad."

"I don't," said Hank.

One blast from the jet, and the sundress shot up over Megan's head. It flew into the air, right off the unlucky teacher's body, hovering on the sudden gust of wind and leaving her stranded in the middle of the carnival in nothing but her white cotton bra and strawberry-pink panties. She looked adorable, golden hair flying free in a radiant aureole around her face, looking up into the sky at her rapidly vanishing dress with an expression of baffled dismay. The camera flashed.

"You're right," said Ben. "I don't feel bad at all."

Megan blinked twice, and looked down at her smooth lovely body. "Wait," she said. "What just happened?"

"You're in your underwear," Hank said, helpfully.

"Oh, no! Eeek!"