Nope, Naomi has to be on a leash

"We don't, sorry..." the lady cocked her head in mock sympathy as she handed Naomi's mother a leash.

"Welp, looks like we'll have to drag you on a leash," her mother undid the cage and put a leash on Naomi's collar.

"But then I'll be naked through the airport, and everyone will see me!" Naomi shouted in complaint.

"Honey, please don't make this harder than it needs to be," her mother unlatched the cage and opened it. Still hesitant about being naked in an airport on a leash, Naomi crawled back into the corner of the cage and balled herself up. Sighing, Naomi's father just reached his arm in and pulled Naomi out of the cage by the ear. She actually considered biting(!) him, but soon thought better of it as her bare skin bounced across the bars of the cage before she was unceremoniously pulled out of the cage the rest of the way by the leash.

"That ear pulling was for being bad!" Naomi's father smacked his daughter's bottom as she gasped. "Now come on, let's get you to baggage," he started pulling Naomi by the leash as she put on her finest hand bikini. Mercifully, she was left bipedal, but she didn't know of this largesse enough to be grateful for it.

As the family was walking through the concourse, there were obviously many people staring and snapping photos.

"What a pervert!" Naomi heard someone say as she blushed and tried putting her short hair to cover her face.

"I didn't know this was San Francisco," said another.

Eventually everyone could see the sign towards baggage claim. Naomi's face perked up at this, as she sprinted towards it, pulling her father by the leash on her collar rather than the other way around as he struggled to keep up.