Return the costumes

"Fine," sniffed Mr. Trapp. "If the pair of you think you're too good to dance in the Special Exotic Hootchy-Kootchy Show, so be it. I'll just have to tell the crowd we'll be using cheerleaders instead. Costumes, please."

He held out a hand, commandingly. Bonnie hesitated. "Don't you have anything else we could wear? Even just a towel?"

"I gave you the best clothes in the world, woven from the finest Oriental silks, and you didn't want them. So, no, I don't have anything else."

"Could I at least have my bra back?"

"Of course," said Trapp, and theatrically patted his pockets. "Oops, I'm afraid it's gone missing. Check the lost and found."

"But..."

"Costumes! Now!"

And, so, reluctantly, the girls were obliged to unfasten their purple silk bikinis, strap by strap, frustrating knot by frustrating knot, and slip out of them, all under the withering gaze of Mr. Trapp. He accepted the bundles of silk from their trembling hands and looked them up and down as they stood before him, squirming and covering their naked bodies with their hands.

"Ungrateful little tarts," he said, clucking his tongue and shaking his head sadly. "What's the world coming to? Anyway, you may go."

"Um," said Susie. "Where's the exit?"

"That way," said Trapp, pointing.

"But that way leads to the stage!"

"Yes, that's true."

"But there's dozens of people! The Mayor is out there! We can't go out there without..."

"Without what, girls?" said Trapp, his voice honey-sweet.

"Without any clothes on," said Susie, wretchedly, shivering as he eyeballed her.

"But, Susie, you didn't want your clothes. You took off all your clothes and gave them to me. Remember?"

"I guess that's true," muttered Susie.

"Very good. Out you go, then."

And with two firm slaps on two lovely bare buttocks, one a little plumper and fuller than the other, he sent the girls scampering out on stage, where they were met with cheers, whistles and a round of applause. Squealing and crouching low to cover their naughty bits, the girls sprinted across the tent towards the exit that led out into the carnival proper, and were lost from view.

"Dratted girls," swore Mr. Trapp, watching them go. "Now I have to find more dancers."