The plan backfires and the Queen loses her clothes

While she aimed, one of the critters mistook her stretched arm and "bottle" for a sign to perform one of his tricks, specifically, the one where he pours a glass of wine for his master. In a flash, he climbed her body, snatched the vial with his mouth, jumped to her shoulder and then poured the fluid over her chest.

The liquid seeped into the Queen’s leotard. She stared at the perpetrator in disbelief, unsure of what was going to happen. All at once, the possums smelled the air and locked eyes with her. Nothing good was going to happen, that’s for sure.

The possum on her shoulder dived inside her leotard straight away. Despite the Queen’s best efforts, his friends followed suit. Their little paws were stroking her skin in places things that were never meant to be touched by anyone else.

The prankster jumped, wiggled and even spun around to (fruitlessly) try to shake out the animals. The sensation as they moved about became maddening. She had two possums pushing each other for the spot between her small breasts, one was doing laps around her stomach and the rest were sharing the space right below her waist. The Queen’s patience finally reached its limit and she teared the leotard clean off her body. As a result, the animals jumped from her skin to follow the discarded garment.

Free of the marsupial menace, she allowed herself to breathe in relief, until the caress of the passing breeze on her exposed skin reminded her that she was now wearing her birthday suit.

Even though she was alone, the Queen crouched down and hugged herself to protect her modesty. The animals were standing over the discarded leotard and looking at her expectantly. Were they checking her out? No, that was just her imagination. She attempted to salvage the garment, but the possums were being awfully protective of it, almost like it was their mother. Every time she approached, they curled up and growled in an increasingly louder tone.

“What’s that noise?” she heard someone ask from a nearby trailer.

“It’s her. Hurry, we have to catch her before she gets away,” replied a voice that belonged to the private eye on her tail.

Having Laura find her naked in the cage would be the equivalent of a zebra putting his head into the mouth of a lion. She had to escape fast! The Queen grabbed her purse and bolted away from the enclosure. She ran inside a random trailer, closed the door and then held her ear to it.

“No one is around.”

“But that leotard wasn’t there before. She must be hiding nearby. Help me search.”