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The sassy burglar strikes again! I'm breaking into your house--this time nothing can go wrong; I'm ready for this heist. As I enter the house, I come across a snack that's been left out in the open, so I eat it. Strangely, I find more of the same snack, which seems a little odd to me, but I keep looking for things to steal; then I start to feel my stomach gurgling, but before coming out to rob this house, I prepared very well--I let out all the farts I had in my bathroom, so nothing could go wrong; I crouch down to pick up a few things, acting all snobby and saying that this time I'm not going to stink up the bathroom. I stand in front of the camera and smile arrogantly, but suddenly I grab my stomach because I start feeling cramps--though I try to convince myself that I'm fine; But the farts make me groan; I quickly try to hold them in by putting a hand on my butt; right at that moment, I realize that those snacks lying around were a trap and gave me a stomachache and gas; I try to find something valuable so I can get out of there, but I can't stop farting and groaning while I convince myself that I can keep going and hold it in. The farts are getting worse, and I'm writhing in despair while clutching my butt with one hand, since the farts are getting worse and smell worse and worse. I realize I need to go to the bathroom urgently--my farts are really wet! I cover my butt with one hand and run toward the bathroom, letting out little farts along the way. When I get to the bathroom, I realize it's locked, and this time I can't find the key; I keep farting desperately while covering my butt with one hand and saying that I'm having the worst farts of my life. I try to open the door, but it's no use. I realize that the homeowner has played a really mean prank on me with that appetizer, which is making me pass horrible farts, and by locking the door. I give up trying to get into the bathroom and try to run out of the house, but I realize the homeowner has just arrived! At first I try to act like nothing's wrong and that I'm here because of all his stuff, and that this time I'll manage to take everything with me, but I let out some really loud farts; at first I deny it, but then I confess that I really need to use the bathroom or get out of his house, but the homeowner refuses to open the bathroom door. But before I can do anything, I let out some very wet farts and beg him to let me go--now! I try to hurry up and run out, but I crouch down and let out a few last farts, then run out clutching my butt desperately.