Snoozing In The Corner Of The Room

The weasel paused in fear and glanced around, before noticing the giant pile of pink pig in one corner of the barn. She was just as huge as Smiling Jacks had said, if not bigger, and covered with what Texas really, REALLY hoped was mud. However, she was also fast asleep, snoring loud enough to shake the walls of the barn. The weasel breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly pushed herself out of the pile of shit, noticing that her entire outfit was ruined. Luckily she had another ten identical outfits at home, but it wasn't a great start to the mission, and anyone pursuing them would probably be able to smell the weasel from a mile off.

Getting free and scraping the muck off herself, Texas looked around for the door of the barn, growing more and more confused as to where it was, as it seemed to be nowhere in sight. Just as she was about to call back out the window, however, her eyes caught the corner of the door frame, which, she realised with growing horror, the colossal mass of porcine was lying against! Silently cursing everything in the universe for this fine mess she had gotten herself into, the weasel crept forwards as quietly as she could, avoiding the more... 'muddy' parts of the floors just in case she slipped. By the time she reached the pig, she had to hold her breath or risk being knocked out cold from the stench, but this close up she could clearly see that the pig had fallen asleep right in front of the door, with one of her gigantic sides resting against it. If Texas wanted to open that door, she'd need to move the pig, and that meant either waking her up, or coming up with a clever plan...

Just as Texas was thinking this, an enormous fart ripped from the pig's backside and filled the air with the fresh stench of manure and year-old vegetables sauteed in in a garbage can. The weasel gagged, her eyes watering. She would need to make a decision soon, or she was gonna be knocked out cold by the fumes.