The battle against Skull Puker had been fierce, but the citizens of Windopolis could finally breathe easy—literally. The streets were clear of drones, and the skies had returned to their usual state of mildly polluted bliss. FartMan and Fart Smeller, having saved the day once again, returned to the Windy Fortress to recuperate from their intergalactic showdown.

However, peace is never permanent in Windopolis, especially when the stench of revenge lingers in the air. In the depths of the ruined Gasverse, the fallout from Skull Puker’s defeat had stirred up old enemies—enemies that FartMan and Fart Smeller had nearly forgotten. A shadowy council of gas-based villains, the notorious Stinklords, had been watching. And now, they were ready to make their move.

Led by Stinklord Maximus, a villain known for his toxic intellect and gas-manipulating prowess, the Stinklords had waited long enough. They saw Windopolis not only as the perfect city to conquer but as a key battleground to exact revenge on FartMan for humiliating so many of their kind.

The Stinklords, however, were no ordinary flatulent villains. They were ancient beings with control over the very elements of smell and decay. Their power came not just from crude gas attacks but from the ability to manipulate the very air itself, poisoning entire cities with foul odors that could last for centuries. And their goal was simple: The Permanent Stinkening—a plan to envelop the Earth in a never-ending cloud of noxious fumes.

The Stinklords Assemble

Deep underground, far from the surface of Windopolis, the Stinklords gathered in a cavernous, gas-filled lair. Around a massive, bubbling vat of purest methane sat the most dangerous flatulence manipulators in the universe.

At the head of the table was Stinklord Maximus, a hulking figure with a crown of foul-smelling vapor and robes made of ancient, gas-infused fabric. Beside him sat Rancid Rex, a brute with a talent for releasing earthquake-inducing farts. Next to him was WhiffMaster, whose ability to create invisible clouds of knockout gas made him nearly impossible to defeat. Rounding out the group was Silent But Deadly (SBD), an assassin who could release odorless, lethal gas clouds without making a sound.

Maximus leaned forward, his eyes glowing with malevolent intent. “FartMan has become too powerful. He has defeated every foe we’ve thrown at him—Skull Puker, Lord Putrid, even the Fart Gods. But no one, not even FartMan, can defeat the collective power of the Stinklords.”

Rancid Rex slammed his fist onto the table, causing a wave of foul gas to ripple through the room. “I say we go up there right now and crush him. We’ll flatten Windopolis in one massive stink wave!”

WhiffMaster smirked. “No, no. We must be more strategic. FartMan is smart, but we can be smarter. We need to play this carefully.”

Maximus stood, raising his hand to silence the group. “Patience, my fellow Stinklords. Our plan will not only bring FartMan to his knees but will also ensure that Windopolis is smothered under a cloud of eternal stench.”

He gestured toward the massive vat of methane bubbling in the center of the lair. “Behold, the Methanator 9000. This device, once activated, will release a cloud of toxic gas so powerful it will engulf the Earth, and no fresh air will ever reach the surface again. But first, we must eliminate FartMan and his meddling sidekick.”

The Stinklords all nodded in agreement, their foul intentions clear. It was time to begin the Permanent Stinkening.

Back at the Windy Fortress

Unaware of the impending threat, FartMan and Fart Smeller were enjoying a rare moment of downtime. FartMan had his feet up, watching reruns of the city’s news coverage of their victory over Skull Puker. Fart Smeller, however, was restless.

“I don’t know, FartMan,” Fart Smeller muttered, pacing the room as his nose twitched. “Something doesn’t smell right. The air feels… off.”

FartMan sighed, pausing the TV. “Come on, Smeller. We just saved the city, the planet, and probably the galaxy. I think we’ve earned a little break, don’t you?”

But Fart Smeller’s nose wouldn’t stop twitching. “No, this isn’t normal. It’s faint, but I can smell it. Something big is coming. Something bad.”

Just as he said this, the Windy Fortress’s alarm system went off again. The FartAlarm 3000 blared, signaling a major threat.

FartMan groaned, reluctantly getting to his feet. “Guess you were right. Time to see what kind of stink we’re dealing with now.”

As they checked the monitors, they were greeted by a transmission from none other than Stinklord Maximus himself. The screen flickered to life, showing Maximus’s towering form as he addressed the city.

“People of Windopolis!” Maximus’s voice boomed. “Your time has come. I am Stinklord Maximus, and my fellow Stinklords and I have come to claim this city. Soon, the Methanator 9000 will activate, and all fresh air will be replaced with eternal stink. There is no escape. Not even FartMan can save you now.”

The transmission cut off, leaving FartMan and Fart Smeller staring at the screen in shock.

“Did he say ‘eternal stink’?” FartMan asked, his face paling.

Fart Smeller nodded grimly. “This is bad. Really bad. The Stinklords are the most powerful gas-based villains in existence. If they’re here, Windopolis is in more danger than ever.”

FartMan clenched his fists, his expression serious. “Then it looks like we’re about to face our biggest challenge yet.”

The Battle for Windopolis Begins

As the Stinklords’ plan went into motion, foul clouds of gas began to spread across Windopolis. The sky darkened with smog, and the air became thick with the stench of decay. People fled indoors, trying to escape the encroaching stink, but it was clear that the city wouldn’t hold out for long.

FartMan and Fart Smeller took to the skies, surveying the city as the gas clouds spread. Below, they could see the Stinklords’ minions—grotesque creatures made of living gas—wreaking havoc in the streets, spraying noxious fumes and causing chaos.

“We need to stop them before the Methanator activates,” Fart Smeller said, his voice tense. “If that thing goes off, it’s all over.”

FartMan nodded, his cape billowing in the foul wind. “First, we take out the Stinklords. Then we destroy the Methanator. Let’s go.”

They flew toward the heart of the city, where the Stinklords had set up their base of operations. As they approached, they were met with a barrage of gas-based attacks from Rancid Rex and his minions.

Rancid Rex grinned, releasing a series of powerful fart blasts that shook the ground. “You’re too late, FartMan! The Stinkening has already begun!”

FartMan dodged the attacks with ease, countering with a well-timed Atomic Blast that sent Rex stumbling backward. “Not today, Rex. You’re going down.”

While FartMan battled Rancid Rex, Fart Smeller faced off against WhiffMaster, who had created a massive invisible gas cloud that threatened to engulf an entire neighborhood.

“You think you can sniff your way out of this one?” WhiffMaster sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.

But Fart Smeller was ready. Using his enhanced sense of smell, he pinpointed the location of the invisible gas cloud and neutralized it with a powerful Fresh Breeze Fart, clearing the air and dispersing the cloud.

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” Fart Smeller said, his eyes narrowing.

The battle raged on, with FartMan and Fart Smeller taking down the Stinklords’ minions one by one. But even as they fought, they knew the real challenge was yet to come: stopping the Methanator 9000 before it could activate.

The Final Standoff: The Methanator 9000

As they reached the center of the city, they found the Methanator—a massive, towering machine that was already spewing clouds of toxic gas into the air. At the base of the machine stood Stinklord Maximus, flanked by Silent But Deadly and a squad of gas-powered enforcers.

Maximus grinned as FartMan and Fart Smeller landed in front of him. “You’re too late, heroes. The Methanator is fully operational. In just a few moments, the Permanent Stinkening will begin, and all of Earth will be drowned in eternal stench.”

FartMan squared his shoulders, his cape flapping in the foul wind. “We’ve stopped every other stinky villain before you, Maximus. You’re no different.”

Maximus’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Oh, but I am different. I’m not just here to defeat you—I’m here to make sure you never fight again.”

With that, Silent But Deadly stepped forward

, unleashing a wave of invisible, odorless gas that spread across the battlefield.

Fart Smeller’s nose twitched furiously. “It’s SBD! He’s using silent farts! We can’t see or hear them!”

FartMan gritted his teeth. “We don’t need to see them to beat them.”

With a quick burst of flatulent power, FartMan launched himself into the air, dodging the invisible attacks and aiming straight for Maximus. As he flew, he gathered all of his remaining strength for one final move: the Ultimate Tootquake—a fart so powerful, it could level entire buildings.

As Maximus prepared to counter, FartMan unleashed the Tootquake, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground and up into the Methanator. The machine shuddered, sparks flying as its systems overloaded.

With a deafening explosion, the Methanator collapsed, its toxic cloud dispersing into the air. The Permanent Stinkening had been stopped.

Maximus, defeated, fell to his knees as FartMan and Fart Smeller stood triumphant.

“You… may have won today… but the Stinklords will rise again…” Maximus muttered before collapsing in defeat.

Victory and a New Dawn

With the Methanator destroyed and the Stinklords defeated, the skies above Windopolis began to clear. The citizens emerged from their homes, breathing in the relatively fresh air and cheering for their heroes.

FartMan wiped the sweat from his brow, turning to Fart Smeller with a grin. “Looks like we saved the city again.”

Fart Smeller smiled, his nose finally at peace. “For now. But something tells me we haven’t seen the last of the Stinklords.”

FartMan nodded. “Maybe. But whatever comes next, we’ll be ready. One fart at a time.”

As the sun set over Windopolis, FartMan and Fart Smeller took to the skies once again, ready for whatever stinky adventure awaited them next.

TO BE CONTINUED…