Fart Saves the World (Kinda) (CHATGPT generated, but I came up with the idea)

 Fart wasn’t his real name. His real name was Fredrick Aloysius Reginald Thompson. But after The Incident during gym class (you know the one), the name “Fart” stuck harder than an old peanut butter sandwich to a cafeteria ceiling.

Fart didn’t mind.

In fact, he leaned into it — literally.

One day, while chewing gum and slapping stickers on lockers, Fart heard a weird sound. Not the usual whirr-clunk of Gerald’s shell skateboarding. Not the annoying buzz of Principal Meh’s electric scooter. No.

This sound was more… ominous.

It was the Cosmic Blurp — a giant, sentient gas cloud from the Planet Flatulon-9, here to turn Earth’s atmosphere into one big burp balloon. It hovered above the school like a sneeze that wouldn’t come out.

Everyone panicked.

Except Fart.

He climbed to the roof with a bag of cafeteria chili nachos and a look of grim determination. “It’s my time,” he said, flexing his butt cheeks like a warrior preparing for battle.

The Cosmic Blurp cackled: “I SHALL GAS OUT THIS PLANET!”

Fart turned around. Focused. Released.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMP.

The blast echoed through space and time. Car alarms went off. Birds did loop-the-loops. Gerald flew backward into a recycling bin.

The two gases collided in midair like ancient elemental titans.

A moment of silence.

Then the Blurp screamed, “TOO… POWERFUL… STENCHHHHHHH!” before imploding into a glittery puff of cotton candy-smelling fog.

Earth was saved.

Fart became a hero. Sort of.

They built him a golden toilet in the hallway and engraved it:

“Fart: Defender of Meh High, Master of Wind.”

Fart sat down on his throne, popped open a juice box, and said what he always said:

“Meh.”