Trapp helps them escape

"This way, girls!"

Bonnie and Susie were lost. Susie thought she'd known the way to the carnival gates, but somehow she'd gotten turned around. Which meant a lot more running.

The carnival avenues were crowded, and there was nowhere to hide. Just when you thought you'd found somewhere safe behind a stall, a curtain would be whisked away and there you were in front of half a dozen honest Main Street shopkeepers, or hooting lunkheads from the football team. In your underwear. Better to just run as fast as possible for the exit. But only if you knew where the exit was, which Susie didn't.

"Come on," she panted, arms folded protectively over her panties, jogging past a row of carnival games gleaming all over with coloured lights. A tossed ring went wild as the tosser turned to watch the panty-clad beauties zip by. Two street mimes barked in silent astonishment. "It has to be here somewhere!"

"You said that fifteen minutes ago!" complained Bonnie, trying to hide her full breasts in their pretty sky-blue bra. A caricature artist was ogling her as she stood in the middle of the intersection, scrawling random curves on his easel as he struggled to express his sentiments. "We'll be here forever!"

"Maybe," called the voice again. It was Mr. Trapp's, and this time they heard it. "That's why you should come this way, girls! I have a hiding place for you!" And he ushered them towards his trailer.