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Gaz! Gaz, wake up! We're here.

Now, now, just shut up and let a legend catch a disco nap.

No one should be this excited about being in Neerg.

This place sucks ass. - I don't about that.

Last time I was here, whoa, boy!

Let's just say, uh, me and these blonde conjoined twins,

we had ourselves a little, uh, uh-huh.

Okay, fine, nothing happened,

but, you know, tomorrow's another day.

And today is a day, too.

We have three days of practice

to prepare for a game we might actually win.

Calm down, spaz boy.

Carry my bag.

Can you believe this kid?

Yeah! Lockers? Free weights?

This place is like a king's palace.

Look, a sauna.

Who wants to join me while I steam my muscular buns?

Your loss.

Hey, Ace. Looks like you have a secret admirer.

What did you say?

Don't open that!

Ugh, that smell! It's like a rotten limb

stirring a boiling bucket of sheep shit!

Someone get a can of tomato juice

and beat me to death with it.

Some body locked the door!

I don't even have a nose

but I can totally taste the stench.

What in the fudge was that?

I told you not to open it, dumb-ass.

This is bad. We are not safe here.

We should keep moving.

Gaz, what's wrong? Looks like you've seen a ghost.

That package wasn't for you, kid.

It was for me. I know you're watching us.

Show yourself.

Yep, she's lost it.

Who ordered freshly steamed... Ahh!

Dear lord, what is that smell?!

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I was just a rookie in Aboo Buvu when we first met.

I had a breakout season, and a man, a super fan,

he began to take an interest in me.

His name was Deeter, and he came to every game.

He brought me flowers, showered me with gifts.

He bought champagne at the team bar after games,

but he started showing up at my house and calling all hours.

The more I avoided him, the more Deeter pursued me.

Finally, some of the older Boom Boom Boys stood up for me.

Deeter may have gone into that tank,

but whatever came out of it was more smell than human.

What you experienced back there was just a taste

of his stink-bombing terrorism.

Hold the phone, sister.

Are you saying it getsworsethan that?

He never stops.

That was a sparrow's fart

compared to the hell he's put me through.

Security got wise to his tricks, and he disappeared,

but now he's back.

What are we going to do?

Our game is in two days, and we need to practice

and learn all my new plays.

Screw the game, kid.

Let's forfeit and hightail it out of here

and leave this stink-bomber in the dust.

I wish we could, but this freaky perv will keep following us.

We need a really smart plan.

I could dress up like a pinup girl

and lure him under an overpass with my feminine wiles,

and then drop 100 pianos on his head.

If that doesn't work, maybe we give peace a chance.

You guys, get some rest.

Lock your doors, take a bath, and don't open anything.

I'll think of something.

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All clear. Nothing to worry about.

Time to get some shut-eye.

Sacajawea!

♪♪

Awww.

I'll never feel safe again.

Look at our fearless leader, Gaz Digzy,

a true hero who's willing to stay up all night

to protect her team from all enemies.

What the? She's leaving town without us?

Come back! Gaz!

She's... gone.

This is officially the saddest moment of your entire life.

I didn't sleep a wink last night.

I feel like a chocolate cake at fat-kid camp.

Try to look on the bright side.

At least our best player ditched us.

Come on, team. Maybe with some luck, we can...

Gaz?

Gaz! You came back!

With Stink Finger?

What's Creepo doing here?

Sometimes it takes an explosion to put out a fire.

Gaz tells me you've all found yourself

in a bit of a pickle, a sour pickle, a pungent...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it. Speed it up.

Stink Finger has agreed to help us with Deeter.

No one knows more about the power of smell

than Stink Finger.

He's a stench master.

And by the time I'm done with you weenies,

a dozen rotten eggs will smell like a dozen red roses.

What in the fudge is he talking about?

He's talking about taking a stand.

Perverts like Deeter feed on two things... fear and power.

If his stink bombs no longer affect us,

we steal all his power,

and maybe we get rid of that smelly bastard once and for all.

So, for the next 48 hours, Stink Finger is in charge.

Let the training begin!

What... what... What do the Leptons

and Stink Finger have in common?

They both stink, but you knew that already,

unless you're b-b-beyond stupid.

You won't believe your nose

when you get a whiff of this n-n-news.

Just captured this exclusive undercover footage

of the Ulsa Guerin losers in cahoots

with the s-s-stink meister himself.

W-w-why are they subjecting themselves

to such olfactory a-agony?

Isn't their game play offensive enough

without Stink Finger puking it up?

Could it have something to do with their upcoming match

against I-L-Lil' P and his Pawful Pooch Posse?

It don't matter what those little pups are up to.

I'm top dog, and when they come to my house,

those little bitches are going to get boned!

When you play with the big dogs, you get bit!

Trust me, I know. - Find out tomorrow,

when the I-Leptons face Pawful Pooch Posse live, from Neerg!

Mm-hmm. Impressive.

Congratulations, Leptons.

You've become immune to the foulness.

You've become one with Malador.

My work here is done. Pay me the other half.

Let's go kick some fleabag tail.

They don't look so tough.

Are you kidding me? They look incredibly tough,

and we haven't slept in like 72 hours.

Yeah, but united we stink. They're packed too tight.

All we need to do is spread out and flank them.

You guys stink.

You guys really do stink.

Dear lord, I'm going to be sick.

He's here. Keep your eyes peeled.

Be ready for anything out of the ordinary.

Remember your training.

- Ha-ha! - Whoa-oa-oa!

I know you're here, Deter.

Gaz, heads up!

Let's see how you like a little hair of the dog!

Whee!

Yeah!

Focus on the game, girls.

Don't let those flashers bother you.

I'm trying, but they're driving me insane!

Never fear. Flip is here.

By tirelessly seeking answers

to the ancient Zancoans of Mahayana,

I pondered their complex riddles,

obtaining a higher level of enlightenment.

You know the sound of two palms when they meet,

but I ask you, what is the sound of no palms, no limbs even?

The sound of your demise.

Behold Umbilicus!

Ahh!

You are about to become sexless, little man with no arms

and no legs and a giant green glowing dong.

What is that funky flavor?

Ballmastrz.

They can't stand our stink.

It's creating a gap in their defense.

Gaz, make a break for it!

Ballmastrz. Yeah! Oh!

Whoa! - Got you!

Oh, Gaz. Gaz.

Ahh.

Oh, Gaz.

Gaz, what are you doing, you stupid cow?

Focus and fire!

Let's tear this score hole a new one!

There it is. Showtime, baby!

Gaz.

Oh, Gaz. Where are you?

It's your number-one fan.

Ah, there you are.

What?

It can't be.

That smell is unbearable, my greatest work.

It's rancid, disgusting. Why aren't you flinching?

The game's over, Deeter.

But I got you a little something to remember me.

Huh? Huh.

Ow!

Smell you later, Deeter!

Mm-hmm.

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Hmm.

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