Stink bomb

Before she even realized it herself, Mary quickly reached down and grabbed the skunk by it’s tail. “Here’s your online star!” She grunted as she threw the skunk towards Mike.

“What the- you threw a skunk at somebody?!” Said Cassie in disbelief.

“Look, I’m not proud of it, but it was the best I could come up with in short notice. If it makes you feel any better, the skunk seemed alright.”

“I don’t know,” chuckled Steven. “It looked pretty spooked to me.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Pretty sure it still has nightmares about that night.” Joked Cassie.

“Cassandra!”

“It’ll probably tells it’s kits the story of how a crazy lady launched it in the sky.” Added Steven, laughing with his daughter.

“That’s enough out of you two.” Mary tried to say seriously, a small grin escaping her lips. “As I was saying…”

“What in tarnation?!” Said Mike, looking at the stunk. In a frenzy, the skunk started spraying the yokel. “Oh ma GOD, ma EYES!” He sprinted towards the fountain, the couple narrowly avoiding him. He frantically tried to clean, while Mary and Steven took the opportunity to escape via the path where Mike came from.

“Hey, get back here!” Shouted Dana, trying to catch up with them. However, she was stopped in her tracks when she stepped on something soft. The “something soft” being the skunk’s tail. “Oh, crap!”

A little later, the other yokel entered the maze only to be greeted with his friend washing his face in the fountain and a security guard hunching over, almost throwing up.

“The ‘ell ‘appened here?” He asked, almost retching himself from the stench. “Ya smell like ya just got skunked.”

“That’s cause I have been, dumbass!” Mike choked, not looking his friend in the face. “But Gus, listen. There really are streakers here. And the lady’s a real cutie as well. Finest ass I’ve ever seen. Record ‘em, please! Something that beautiful has to be shared.”

“I will, buddy.” He patted Mike on the shoulder, before chasing down the couple.

“I think we lost them.” Said Steven, catching his breath. The two were finally away from the hotel grounds. “That. Was. Bold.”

“I know.” Replied Mary, smelling her hand. “By the way, I don’t smell anything, do you?”

Steven reluctantly took a whiff. “No, me neither. Maybe the skunk never sprayed before.”

“Thank God. I do not want a tomato juice hand wash after all of this.”

“You tell me. The night’s bad enough as it is. Let’s see, where are we?”