Suddenly, Hazel grabs Roxy's hand and leads her out of the classroom. She waddles, struggling to move with the poop in her pants and her skirt soaking.
'Quick!' Hazel says, toddling along. 'We'll get to the mall and buy us some diapers!'
The corridors were abandoned at this time of day. No one, save for Roxy, can smell the pungent odor coming from her behind. They hurry on.