The Encanto Poo-dicament

The women of the Madrigal household wake up with bloated stomachs and noxious gas.

The morning sun cast its warm glow over the sleepy village of Encanto, as the Madrigal women stirred from their slumber. But instead of the usual cheerful chatter and laughter that filled the air, the atmosphere was tainted with a peculiar scent - the unmistakable odor of bloated stomachs and noxious gas.

As they groggily made their way to the common bathroom, a sense of urgency and discomfort began to settle in. Mirabel, with her near-sightedness, squinted through her lime green glasses, her hazel eyes wide with anxiety. She clutched her belly, feeling the pressure building up inside her. Her sisters, Isabela and Luisa, exchanged worried glances, their usual liveliness dampened by their urgent need.

Arriving at the bathroom, they were met with a sight of the other Madrigal women.

The other women of the family looked as desperate as them, so it was time to decide who was going first (with dialogue).

The bathroom door stood stubbornly closed, a sign hanging on it that read "Out of Order."

The Madrigal women were too preoccupied with their argument to see who would use the bathroom first to notice the Out of Order sign (with dialogue).

The Madrigal women stood in a huddle in front of the bathroom door, their urgent whispers growing louder with each passing moment.

"I can't hold it anymore!" exclaimed Dolores, her face flushed with discomfort. "I need to go first!"

"But I've been holding it in all night!" protested Isabela, her voice tinged with desperation. "I can't wait any longer!"

Mirabel, feeling the pressure mounting in her own belly, tried to interject. "Maybe we could take turns? We can't all go at once."

However, they then noticed the “Out of Order” sign on the bathroom.

As the voices rose, a sudden silence fell upon the group. Their eyes widened in unison as they noticed the sign hanging on the bathroom door, declaring it "Out of Order." A collective gasp escaped their lips, and their expressions shifted from frustration to disbelief.

"Oh no!" exclaimed Julieta, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "The bathroom is out of order!"

Pepa, her eyes wide with panic, shook her head. "How could this happen? What are we going to do?"

The realization sank in, and the urgency in their gazes turned into a mixture of confusion and desperation. The bathroom, their only sanctuary in this moment of need, was now off-limits. They were faced with a predicament that required a quick and creative solution.

Mirabel tried to think of something before she let out a rank silent but deadly fart that went on for almost ten seconds.

Mirabel's face flushed with embarrassment as the room filled with the pungent odor of her silent but deadly fart. The Madrigal women recoiled, covering their noses and exchanging looks of both disgust and amusement.

"Mirabel!" Luisa exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and laughter. "That was quite the performance!"

Mirabel's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson as she stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

But before she could finish her sentence, a wave of laughter erupted from the women. Even in this desperate situation, Mirabel's unintentional comedic relief brought a momentary respite from their discomfort.

As the laughter subsided, Alma, the matriarch of the family, wiped away tears of mirth from her eyes. "Well, Mirabel, it seems you've given us a moment to collect ourselves. Now, let's put our heads together and find a solution to this poo-dicament."

Mirabel continued letting out quiet poots as she tried to hold her poop back while Alma explained her plan.

Mirabel's face turned even redder as she continued to release quiet poots, desperately trying to hold back her urgent need to relieve herself. She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, her gaze fixed on Alma as she explained her plan.

"Alright, listen up," Alma began, her voice steady and determined. "We can't waste any more time. We need to split up into teams and find alternative solutions. Julieta and Pepa, you go visit our neighbors and ask if they can lend us their bathrooms. Isabela and Luisa, you two can use Isabela's private garden. Dolores, you venture into the forest and find a secluded spot. And Mirabel, you and I will head to the outhouse in town."

Mirabel nodded, her face contorted with both relief and anxiety. She desperately tried to focus on Alma's plan, but the pressure in her abdomen made it difficult to concentrate. Each passing moment brought her closer to the edge of losing control.

As Alma finished explaining, Mirabel mustered the courage to speak up, her voice strained. "A-Alma, can we hurry? I really need to go."

Alma's eyes softened with understanding, and she placed a comforting hand on Mirabel's shoulder. "We'll make it, my dear. Just hold on a little longer. We'll find a solution for all of us."

With renewed determination, the Madrigal women split into their assigned teams, each with their own mission to find a place to relieve themselves. Mirabel clung to Alma's side, her steps quick and jittery as she fought to control her bodily functions. The urgency in her gaze mirrored the urgency in her steps, as they made their way towards the town's outhouse, hoping it would provide the much-needed relief they all sought.

Julieta and Pepa made their way to the neighbors house, with Pepa letting out a loud fart on the way.

Julieta and Pepa walked briskly towards their neighbor's house, their urgency evident in their hurried steps. However, just as they were about to reach the front door, Pepa let out a loud, thunderous fart that echoed through the quiet street.

Both women froze in their tracks, their eyes widening in shock. The sound seemed to hang in the air, drawing the attention of a few passersby who turned to look at them with raised eyebrows and amused expressions.

"Pepa!" Julieta hissed, her face turning a shade of red that matched her sister's embarrassment. "Could you be any louder?"

Pepa's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry, I couldn't hold it in. It just slipped out."

Julieta sighed, trying to suppress a giggle. "Well, let's hope they didn't hear that inside. We still need to ask them for their bathroom."

With a deep breath and renewed determination, the sisters approached the neighbor's door, hoping that their unfortunate flatulence wouldn't hinder their chances of finding the relief they so desperately sought.

Julieta knocked on the door, and just as the neighbor approached, it was Julieta’s turn to let out a pre-poop fart.

Julieta's knuckles rapped against the neighbor's door, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and urgency. As they waited for a response, she felt a sudden pressure building in her abdomen, a telltale sign that her own body was demanding release.

Just as the neighbor approached the door, a quiet but unmistakable fart escaped from Julieta. Her eyes widened in horror, and she instinctively pressed a hand to her mouth, hoping to muffle the sound. But it was too late. The pungent aroma filled the air, and both Julieta and Pepa exchanged mortified glances.

The neighbor's expression shifted from curiosity to a mix of confusion and disgust. They took a step back, their nose scrunching up in response to the smell. "Um, can I help you?" they asked, their voice tinged with discomfort.

Julieta's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she stammered, "S-Sorry, we were wondering if we could use your bathroom. Ours is out of order."

The neighbor's expression softened, their initial disgust replaced by sympathy. "Oh, I see. Well, I suppose you can use it, but I just ask that you try to keep the smell to a minimum."

Julieta nodded gratefully, her relief evident in her eyes. "Thank you so much. We'll be quick, I promise."

As they hurried into the neighbor's house, Julieta couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and mortification. The journey to find relief had become a series of embarrassing moments, but at least they were one step closer to finding solace in the neighbor's bathroom.

Pepa entered the bathroom first, with Julieta waiting outside, shuffling with crossed legs while Pepa began to poop.

Pepa stepped into the neighbor's bathroom, closing the door behind her with a sense of relief. She glanced back at Julieta, who was waiting outside, her legs crossed tightly as she shifted from one foot to the other.

Julieta's face contorted with discomfort as she tried to maintain her composure. She desperately wished she could join Pepa in the bathroom, but her turn would have to wait. With each passing second, her need to relieve herself grew more urgent, and she found herself shuffling anxiously, trying to find some semblance of comfort.

Inside the bathroom, Pepa wasted no time, allowing her body to finally release the pent-up pressure. The sound of her relieving herself filled the small space, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and relief. The bathroom became a sanctuary of privacy, shielding her from the judgment and awkwardness that had accompanied their quest for a suitable place to poop.

Pepa squeezed out her first log.

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Pepa began her poop with her first log.

Pepa settled onto the toilet seat, her body finally finding the release it had been desperately craving. With a deep breath, she relaxed, feeling the weight of her bloated stomach begin to ease. The first log made its way out, a slow and steady movement that brought both relief and a sense of satisfaction.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation, the sound of her own body at work. The bathroom became a sanctuary of solitude, allowing her to fully embrace the moment of release. The familiar plop echoed through the room, a gentle reminder that her body was finally finding its equilibrium.

Outside the bathroom, Julieta shifted from foot to foot, her crossed legs now trembling with the strain of holding back her own urgent need. She glanced at the closed door, her anticipation growing as she waited for her turn. The sound of Pepa's first log hitting the water seemed to magnify her own discomfort, a reminder that she was still a step away from relief.

But for now, Pepa focused on her own journey, letting out a sigh of contentment as she continued to empty her bowels. The bathroom became a refuge, a temporary escape from the chaos and embarrassment that had plagued their morning. And as Pepa finished her first log, she knew that she was one step closer to finding the sweet release that awaited her.

Pepa’s second log began coming out before Julieta burst into the bathroom.

As Pepa's second log began its descent, a sudden urgency filled the air. Julieta's patience had worn thin, and she could no longer bear the discomfort that gnawed at her insides. With a burst of determination, she pushed open the bathroom door, her face flushed with a mix of desperation and embarrassment.

"Pepa, I can't wait any longer," Julieta pleaded, her voice laced with urgency. "I need to go now."

Pepa's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by Julieta's sudden intrusion. She quickly tried to cover herself, but it was too late. Julieta's gaze fell upon the second log that was making its way out, and she gasped, a mixture of shock and relief washing over her.

"I'm sorry, Pepa," Julieta stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I just couldn't hold it any longer."

Pepa, understanding the dire situation, nodded sympathetically. "It's alright, Julieta. I understand. Just give me a moment to finish up."

Julieta bit her lip, her need growing more urgent by the second. She shifted from one foot to the other, her eyes darting around the small bathroom, searching for any sign of an alternative solution. But with no other options in sight, she resigned herself to waiting, albeit with growing impatience.

As Pepa completed her second log, Julieta's anticipation reached its peak. She couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and envy, knowing that Pepa had found some measure of release while she still had to wait. But as Pepa stood up from the toilet, she offered Julieta a sympathetic smile.

"Alright, Julieta. It's your turn now," Pepa said, stepping aside to give Julieta access to the much-needed relief.

Julieta wasted no time, quickly taking Pepa's place on the toilet. The sense of urgency consumed her as she finally allowed herself to let go, the second log already making its presence known. As the bathroom door closed behind her, she focused on the task at hand, grateful for the temporary respite that awaited her.

Julieta let out a few logs in quick succession, her legs quaking with relief.

Julieta's legs trembled with relief as she let out a few logs in quick succession. The pent-up pressure that had been building inside her was finally finding its release, bringing both physical and emotional relief. The sound of each log hitting the water echoed through the bathroom, a symphony of relief that washed away the discomfort and embarrassment that had plagued her moments before.

As the logs continued to make their way out, Julieta's body relaxed, her tense muscles finding solace in the act of letting go. The bathroom became a sanctuary of relief, shielding her from the outside world and allowing her to fully embrace the moment of release.

With each passing log, Julieta's legs grew steadier, her breathing calmer. The weight that had burdened her stomach was slowly lifting, replaced by a sense of lightness and liberation. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation, grateful for the respite that her body had longed for.

Outside the bathroom, Pepa waited patiently, her own discomfort now a distant memory. She knew the sweet relief that Julieta was experiencing, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of solidarity with her sister. They had both navigated the challenges of finding a suitable place to relieve themselves, and now, in the confines of the bathroom, they were finding the solace they so desperately sought.

And as Julieta continued to let out her logs, her legs no longer quaking but steady, she couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude. In this moment of vulnerability and release, she found a renewed appreciation for the simple act of letting go, a reminder of the power of the human body and its ability to find relief even in the most challenging of circumstances.

Julieta finished off her poop with a wide log that almost pushed her to her limit.

Julieta's final act of relief came in the form of a wide log that tested her limits. As it made its way out, she could feel the strain and pressure in her body reaching its peak. Her muscles tensed, her breath hitched, and a bead of sweat formed on her brow.

With sheer determination, Julieta pushed through the discomfort, refusing to let it overpower her. The wide log stretched her to her physical and mental limits, but she was determined to see it through. Her legs quivered, her face contorted in a mix of concentration and exertion.

Finally, with one last push, the wide log broke free, splashing into the water below. A wave of relief washed over Julieta, leaving her feeling simultaneously exhausted and invigorated. She took a moment to catch her breath, her body sagging with the weight of the effort she had just exerted.

As she sat there, basking in the aftermath of her accomplishment, a sense of triumph filled her. She had faced the challenge head-on, pushed through the discomfort, and emerged victorious. The wide log served as a testament to her resilience and determination, a physical representation of the strength she possessed within.

Outside the bathroom, Pepa's ears perked up at the sound of the final splash. She knew that Julieta had reached the end of her journey, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She admired her sister's tenacity and strength, knowing that they were qualities they both shared.

Julieta stood up from the toilet, her legs wobbly but her spirit renewed. She flushed the evidence of her relief away, leaving behind a clean slate and a newfound sense of lightness. With a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door, stepping out to join Pepa, ready to face whatever awaited them next.

Little did they know, their individual journeys to find relief were just the beginning of a series of misadventures that would bring the Madrigal family closer together and test their resilience in unexpected ways.

Meanwhile, Isabela led Luisa to her private garden.

Isabela led Luisa to her private garden, a secluded oasis hidden behind the vibrant walls of the Madrigal family's home. The garden was a sanctuary of lush greenery, filled with vibrant flowers and the soothing sound of trickling water from a nearby fountain. Isabela had always found solace in this tranquil space, and she hoped it would provide the same sense of calm for Luisa.

As they entered the garden, Luisa took in the beauty that surrounded her. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the gentle rustling of leaves created a soothing melody. Isabela smiled, knowing that this serene environment would help ease Luisa's nerves and provide a peaceful backdrop for her much-needed relief.

Luisa found a secluded spot amidst the foliage, a small clearing where the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a soft glow. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the tranquility of the garden. Isabela stood nearby, offering her support and understanding, knowing that Luisa's gift of super-strength often left her feeling overlooked and underappreciated.

With a sense of determination, Luisa began to relieve herself, her body finding its release in the embrace of nature. The garden seemed to hold a gentle energy, supporting and comforting her in her moment of vulnerability. As each log made its way out, Luisa felt a sense of both physical and emotional relief, the weight of her burdens lifting with each passing moment.

Isabela watched on, her heart filled with admiration for her strong and resilient cousin. She knew that Luisa's journey to find relief was not just about the physical act itself, but also about finding a sense of peace and acceptance within herself. In this private garden, surrounded by the beauty of nature, Isabela hoped that Luisa would find the solace and appreciation she deserved.

As Luisa finished her business, she turned to Isabela with a grateful smile. The two embraced, their bond strengthened by this shared experience. They knew that they could rely on each other for support and understanding, even in the most challenging and intimate of moments.

Isabela’s stomach growled and she let out a wet fart, signaling that she needed to poop quickly.

As Isabela and Luisa stood in the tranquil garden, Isabela's stomach growled loudly, betraying her need for immediate relief. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling the urgency growing within her.

A moment later, a wet fart escaped Isabela, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. She pressed her hand against her stomach, feeling the rumblings of her impending need. The serene atmosphere of the garden suddenly felt disrupted by the urgency that gripped Isabela.

Luisa, ever patient and understanding, recognized the signs and quickly sprang into action. She guided Isabela towards a small, secluded corner of the garden, away from prying eyes. Isabela's steps were hurried, her face a mix of discomfort and determination.

As they reached the chosen spot, Isabela quickly lowered herself, her body instinctively finding the position that would bring her the most relief. The urgency within her intensified, and she let out a soft groan, a mix of discomfort and anticipation.

With a deep breath, Isabela began to release, finding solace in the familiar act of letting go. The garden, once a haven of tranquility, now bore witness to Isabela's urgent need. She closed her eyes, focusing on the relief that washed over her with each passing moment.

Luisa stood nearby, offering her support and understanding. She knew that Isabela's gift of super-strength often left her feeling overlooked, but in this moment, Luisa wanted Isabela to know that she was seen and valued. She offered a reassuring smile, silently conveying her unwavering support.

As Isabela's body found its release, the discomfort that had plagued her moments before began to dissipate. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, both physically and emotionally. The garden, with its vibrant flowers and gentle breeze, became a sanctuary once more, offering her the space to find solace and peace.

When Isabela had finished, she stood up, her legs trembling slightly. She turned to Luisa, gratitude shining in her eyes. They shared a knowing smile, their shared experience deepening their bond. In this moment, Isabela felt a renewed sense of appreciation for her cousin's unwavering support and understanding.

Together, they left the garden, ready to face the world once more, knowing that their shared journey to find relief had brought them closer together. And as they rejoined the rest of the Madrigal family, they carried with them a newfound sense of resilience and connection, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Meanwhile, Dolores was looking for a suitable place in the forest, letting out farts every time she took a step.

Dolores ventured deeper into the forest, her steps punctuated by the release of farts that echoed through the trees. Each step brought a mix of embarrassment and relief, a reminder of the urgency that pushed her forward. She had to find a suitable place to relieve herself, and time was of the essence.

As she navigated through the dense foliage, Dolores's senses heightened, attuned to any sign of a secluded spot. Her nose twitched at the earthy scent of the forest, mingling with the lingering odor of her own gas. She pressed on, determined to find solace amidst the trees.

With each passing moment, Dolores's need grew more urgent. Her stomach churned, and she could feel the pressure building within her. The forest seemed to stretch endlessly before her, offering no immediate respite. But Dolores refused to be deterred.

Finally, she spotted a small clearing, bathed in dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. It was far enough from the main path, hidden from prying eyes. Dolores's heart leaped with hope as she hurried towards it, her farts still escaping with each step.

As she reached the clearing, Dolores wasted no time. She quickly lowered herself, finding a comfortable position amidst the soft grass and fallen leaves. The urgency within her intensified, and she let out a deep sigh of relief as her body began to release.

The forest around her became a symphony of natural sounds, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds melding with the soft plop of her waste hitting the ground. Dolores closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of release, allowing the discomfort to melt away.

In this secluded spot, surrounded by the beauty and serenity of nature, Dolores found a moment of respite. The forest embraced her, offering a sense of privacy and acceptance. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders, replaced by a renewed sense of lightness and freedom.

As Dolores finished her business, she stood up, her legs feeling weak but her spirit rejuvenated. She took a moment to appreciate the tranquility of the forest, knowing that it had provided her with the solace she sought. With a sense of gratitude, she left the clearing, ready to rejoin her family and share in the stories of their own journeys to find relief.

Meanwhile, Alma and Mirabel had finally made it to the outhouse in the middle of the village.

Mirabel let out a big fart as she inched closer to the outhouse before being pulled back by Alma.

Mirabel and Alma stood before the outhouse, its weathered wooden structure standing as a beacon of relief in the middle of the bustling village. Mirabel's stomach churned with urgency, and she let out a loud fart, the sound echoing through the air. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but the need for relief overshadowed any self-consciousness.

As Mirabel took a step forward, Alma's hand shot out, pulling her back with a firm grip. Alma's eyes widened in alarm, her voice filled with concern. "Mirabel, wait! We need to check if it's occupied or if there's a line."

Mirabel blinked, momentarily taken aback by Alma's interruption. She hadn't considered the possibility of others needing to use the outhouse. Her social cues faltered, and she nodded in understanding, grateful for Alma's guidance.

Together, they approached the outhouse cautiously, peeking through the small window to assess the situation. To their relief, they found it unoccupied, the small space empty and waiting. Mirabel's heart fluttered with a mix of relief and anticipation.

Before Mirabel could make it into the outhouse, Alma stopped her, attempting to go in first herself.

Mirabel's eyes widened in surprise as Alma halted her progress, stepping in front of her with determined resolve. Alma's voice carried a hint of urgency as she spoke, her gaze fixed on the outhouse door.

"Mirabel, I must go first. It's important," Alma insisted, her hand reaching for the door handle.

Confusion clouded Mirabel's face as she struggled to understand Alma's sudden insistence. Her brows furrowed, and she stammered, "B-but Alma, I really need to go too..."

Alma's expression softened, her eyes meeting Mirabel's with a mix of determination and concern. "I know, my dear. But there is something urgent I must attend to. Please, trust me on this."

Mirabel hesitated, her anxiety rising at the thought of having to wait even longer. She wanted to help her grandmother, to be there for her, but the urgency within her own body was becoming harder to ignore.

Mirabel decided to push her way into the outhouse, which Alma tried to fight as the two desperately tried to enter the outhouse, with Mirabel being able to slide in in the end.

Mirabel's desperation grew, her need for relief overriding her usual hesitations. With a surge of determination, she pushed past Alma, her small frame finding strength in her urgency. Alma tried to resist, her hands reaching out to stop Mirabel, but the young girl's determination was unwavering.

The two of them struggled, their bodies jostling against each other in a battle for the outhouse's entrance. Mirabel's heart pounded in her chest, her vision blurring with a mix of anxiety and determination. She could feel Alma's resistance, but her need was too great to be denied.

In a final push, Mirabel managed to slide past Alma, her body slipping through the narrow opening of the outhouse door. She stumbled inside, her breath catching as the door closed behind her. The small space enveloped her, providing a moment of solace amidst the chaos.

As Mirabel sat on the wooden seat, her body finally finding the relief it craved, she couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and gratitude. She knew Alma had her reasons, her own urgent matter to attend to. But in that moment, all Mirabel could focus on was the sweet release that washed over her.

Outside the outhouse, Alma stood, her hand pressed against the door, her face a mix of concern and acceptance. She took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the closed door, and whispered, "Be quick, Mirabel. I hope you understand."

And as Mirabel found temporary respite within the outhouse's walls, the air filled with a sense of tension and unspoken understanding between grandmother and granddaughter.

Mirabel finally began letting it out as Alma’s desperation increased, to the point where loud wet farts were escaping her clenched cheeks.

Inside the small space of the outhouse, Mirabel felt a sense of peace wash over her. The stale smells of dirt and decay mingled together in a familiar way, providing comfort amidst the chaos that had consumed their day thus far. Her body relaxed, her breath slowing down from its frantic pace.

Mirabel sighed with relief as the first log made its way out of her system.

Mirabel's sigh of relief echoed within the confines of the outhouse, a testament to the release she had longed for. The tension in her body dissolved as the first log made its way out, a quiet plop echoing in the small space. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully surrender to the moment, her body finding solace in the simple act of letting go.

Outside, Alma's desperation grew, her clenched cheeks unable to contain the urgency any longer. The sound of wet farts escaped her, mingling with the sounds of nature and the bustling village beyond. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but the need for relief outweighed any shame she felt.

As Mirabel continued her own journey of release, the symphony of bodily sounds filled the air, a reminder of their shared humanity and vulnerability. In that moment, the worries and responsibilities that had weighed them down seemed to fade away, replaced by the simple act of finding relief.

And as the bathroom predicament unfolded, the Madrigal women would soon come together to share their stories, each one carrying the weight of their own unique experiences. But for now, in the solitude of the outhouse, Mirabel and Alma found solace in the simple act of letting go, their bodies freeing themselves from the burdens they carried.

Meanwhile, the farts Alma was letting out began to get more wet, so she decided to knock on the outhouse door.

As Mirabel savored the tranquility of the outhouse, the sound of Alma's wet farts grew louder and more frequent, echoing through the air with a sense of urgency. Alma's face flushed with embarrassment and discomfort, realizing that her own predicament had become increasingly messy.

Feeling a sense of concern for her grandmother, Mirabel's heart skipped a beat when she heard a gentle knock on the outhouse door. Startled, she quickly finished up, pulling up her bloomers and adjusting her skirt. With a sense of urgency, she opened the door to find Alma standing there, her face a mix of desperation and embarrassment.

"Mirabel, I... I can't hold it any longer," Alma confessed, her voice filled with a mixture of shame and urgency. "Please, let me in."

Mirabel's eyes widened with empathy as she stepped aside, allowing Alma to enter the outhouse. The smell of her grandmother's discomfort lingered in the air, but Mirabel knew that there was no time to waste. She closed the door behind Alma, giving her the privacy she needed.

Alone once again, Mirabel stood outside the outhouse, her heart heavy with a mix of concern and understanding. She knew that Alma's embarrassment was temporary, overshadowed by the pressing need for relief. And as she waited patiently for her turn, Mirabel couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the bond they shared, even in the most unexpected and vulnerable moments.

However, before Alma could even hike up her dress, her body gave out on her and she began pooping her dress.

As Alma stood inside the outhouse, her body trembling with the effort to hold on, a sudden wave of urgency overcame her. The strain became too much to bear, and before she could even hike up her dress, her body betrayed her, releasing a torrent of waste that soaked into the fabric.

Shock and embarrassment washed over Alma as she realized what had just happened. Her face turned crimson, tears brimming in her eyes. She desperately tried to salvage the situation, but the damage was done. The once proud and composed leader of the Encanto now stood in a soiled dress, her dignity shattered.

Mirabel, having heard the distressing sounds from outside, opened the door to find Alma in a state of disarray. Her heart sank as she took in the sight, the smell of the accident filling the small space. Without a word, Mirabel reached out to her grandmother, offering a comforting hand.

"It's okay, Abuela," Mirabel whispered softly, her voice filled with compassion. "Accidents happen. Let's clean up and find a way to make things right."

Alma nodded, tears streaming down her face, grateful for Mirabel's understanding. Together, they gathered their strength and resolved to face the situation head-on, knowing that even in the messiest of moments, their love and resilience would guide them forward.

During this touching moment, Mirabel let out a loud fart. Blushing, Mirabel admitted that she wasn’t actually finished pooping.

As Mirabel extended her hand to comfort Alma, a sudden rumble erupted from her own stomach, followed by a loud and unmistakable fart. The sound reverberated through the small space, breaking the tender moment with an unexpected burst of humor.

Blushing furiously, Mirabel's eyes widened in embarrassment. She hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to speak up. "Um, Abuela... I'm sorry, but I actually wasn't finished," she admitted, her voice tinged with a mix of awkwardness and amusement.

Alma's surprise turned into a burst of laughter, the tension dissipating in an instant. "Oh, Mirabel, you've always had a way of surprising us," she chuckled, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Well, I suppose we'll have to take turns once again."

With a shared understanding and a newfound ease, Mirabel and Alma continued to navigate the unexpected twists and turns of their bathroom predicament. They embraced the imperfections and mishaps, finding solace in their shared vulnerability and the unbreakable bond of family.

As they cleaned up the mess and prepared to face the rest of the day, a sense of resilience and laughter filled the air. Mirabel, no longer burdened by embarrassment, realized that even in the most awkward and unexpected moments, there was beauty to be found. And with Alma by her side, they would navigate the challenges that lay ahead, armed with love, understanding, and a touch of humor.

While Alma continued cleaning herself up, Mirabel got back on the toilet, and continued her business.

As Alma gathered her composure and began the process of cleaning herself up, Mirabel, feeling a mix of relief and amusement, decided to resume her unfinished business. With a renewed sense of purpose, she sat back down on the toilet, focusing on the task at hand.

The familiar sounds of bodily functions filled the air once again, but this time, there was a lightheartedness in Mirabel's demeanor. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself, finding solace in the absurdity of the situation.

As Mirabel sat there, her mind wandered, reflecting on the events of the morning. She realized that amidst the chaos and embarrassment, there was a certain beauty in the rawness of their shared vulnerability. In this moment, she felt a deep connection not only to her own body but to the complexities and imperfections that made them human.

With each passing moment, Mirabel's body found a sense of release, the tension melting away as she let go of the physical and emotional burdens that had weighed her down. She felt a renewed sense of clarity and determination, ready to face whatever challenges awaited her beyond the confines of the outhouse.

And as Mirabel finished her business, she took a deep breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment and catharsis. She rose from the toilet, washed her hands, and stepped out of the outhouse, ready to rejoin her family with a newfound sense of resilience and a touch of humor.

The Madrigal women all met back at Casita, letting everyone know about their bathroom exploits (with dialogue).

As the Madrigal women reconvened at Casita, they couldn't help but share their bathroom exploits with one another. Laughter filled the air, mingling with the lingering smell of relief.

Pepa, with a mischievous grin, began the conversation. "Well, Julieta and I had quite the adventure, my dear sisters. We ventured into the neighboring homes, seeking refuge for our urgent needs."

Julieta chimed in, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh yes, and let me tell you, the looks on their faces when we asked to use their bathrooms! It was as if we were asking for a grand favor."

Luisa, still sporting her red ribbon-adorned bun, added with a chuckle, "Well, Isabela and I took matters into our own hands. We found solace in the privacy of Isabela's garden, hidden away from prying eyes."

Isabela nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "Yes, it was quite the sight, us squatting behind the rose bushes. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures!"

Dolores, who had returned from her solo adventure in the forest, joined in with a playful smirk. "I must say, the forest provided quite the natural sanctuary. I found a quiet spot amidst the trees and let nature take its course."

The women erupted into laughter, their stories intertwining with joy and camaraderie. Mirabel, feeling a newfound sense of confidence, stepped forward, ready to share her own tale.

"Well, you see, Abuela and I had a bit of a disagreement over the outhouse," Mirabel began, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and pride. "But eventually, I managed to persuade her, and I got my turn."

Alma, her dress now cleaned and restored, looked at Mirabel with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You truly are a force to be reckoned with, my dear Mirabel. I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself."

The Madrigal women continued to exchange stories, their laughter echoing through Casita. In this moment, they found solace in their shared experiences, growing closer as a family through the most unexpected of circumstances. And as they reveled in the joy and relief that came with their bathroom exploits, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with love, resilience, and a touch of humor.