'Emergency Change'

After spending time in the playground together, Maurice the cat, along with Pete the bear, Ben the fox and Gregory the squirrel all agreed to have a sleep over together. They invited Friendly another young fox and Timothy, a young raccoon to join them, as well as Martin; Maurice's younger brother. There was a site perfect for camping near the playground that they often go to play at and it's there that the group prepared their tent. The sun has just set and the boys managed to make a fire, responsibly and even roasted sausages and marshmallows together. Martin seemed to get along very well with Timothy, as they were both the same age and still wore pull ups and used training wheels on their bikes. The two were talking to each other, while the older boys were carefully roasting the food.
'So Friendly towed me straight out of the mud and onto the harder ground for me to ride my bike again.', said Timothy.
'You're lucky to have a friend like him. I'm lucky too to have my big bro.', added Martin.
'Does he help you when you get stuck too?', asked Timothy.
'Yeah he does. He helps me out of anything. He also always want to hug me for some reason.', chuckled Martin.
'Friendly likes hearing the sound of my pull-ups.', Timothy smiled.
'So does my big bro.', replied Martin.
'It's nice seeing the two of you getting along.', Friendly said, as he sat beside Timothy.
'Yeah. I like it when there's someone like me around who also wears pull ups and uses training wheels.', replied Timothy.
The boys then all began tucking into their roasted sausages and marshmallows, with the other boys helping them to eat them safely by blowing on them to cool them down slightly first, washing them down with cool soda pop. 
Sometime later after their meal, the boys got ready for bed. There was a large shower block near them that was also included bathrooms.
Friendly asked Timothy. 'Do you need to use the restroom at all?'
The young raccoon pondered as he wasn't too sure about it.
'How about you Marty? Do you need to go?', Maurice asked his younger brother, by calling his by a nickname.
Both Martin and Timothy looked at each other and both replied 'Nope' to the older boys.
'Are you sure though?', asked Friendly.
'Yeah I'm OK. I don't have to go at all.', replied Timothy.
'Yeah, me neither.', added Martin.
'Well OK then.', said Maurice as he and Friendly followed Gregory, Ben and Pete into the large shower block building, while Martin and Timothy returned to the tent and snuggled beside one another in their sleeping bags.
'I don't really need to go right now. I'm more excited to be sleeping beside you.', Timothy said to Martin with a grin.
'Same here. I'm glad that 'yawn' we'll be together'., Martin added with a yawn.
This caused Timothy to yawn too and not too long after that, both boys were fast asleep.

Timothy soon found himself riding his bike in some unfamiliar woods that he didn't recognise. He also noticed that he was on his own too. Before he knew it, his bike, including it's training wheels got stuck in some sticky mud. Timothy turned the peddles as hard as he could, but he could barely move his bike an inch. Since he was on his own, Timothy got off his bike and tried to push it by paw, but no matter how hard he pushed, the bike just wouldn't move.
'Erm, C..Can somebody help me...Please?', Timothy cried out to the forest, but there was no answer.
Suddenly he felt himself sinking into the mud, along with his bike. He tried pulling his legs free, but no amount of tugging could free them.
'HELP! I'M SINKING! SOMEBODY HELP!', he cried, as he began sinking into the muck.
Timothy then began smelling an odd odour that was coming from the muck underneath him. It smelled familiar, as two different scents were becoming one. He gasped to himself and then....

Timothy awoke from his nightmare. His eyes were wide open, then he quickly sat up upon his sleeping bag. He was relieved that it was only a bad dream he just had, but he could still smell the peculiar odour that woke him up. He checked underneath his sleeping bag and noticed that his Lightning McQueen pull ups had become yellow on the front. Timothy indeed did have an accident. He then felt the seat of his pull ups, but his bottom was clean, yet Timothy knew what he could smell. The odour though soon caught onto the noses of the other boys in the tent.
'Phew, what is that smell?', asked Ben, being rudely awoken by the scent.
'It's not 'yawn' me.', yawned Pete, as he too woke up.
Gregory, Friendly and Maurice all began rubbing their eyes as they heard the commotion.
'Hey what's going on?', asked Gregory.
'Erm...Friendly...', Timothy said softly to his fox friend as he pointed a paw in the direction of his mid-section. He crawled out of his sleeping bag to reveal his wet pull ups. 
'Oh don't worry Timothy. We'll soon have you changed in no time.', smiled Friendly, patting his raccoon friend on the butt.
'BIG BRO!', cried Martin, as he just woke up to find himself in a slightly more messier predicament then Timothy.
Maurice pulled off Martin's sleeping bag to reveal that his Lightning McQueen pull ups had not only a very wet and yellow front, but a very brown rear end too. Poor Martin was on the verge of tears, but Maurice embraced his little brother and gave him a big hug.
'Oh don't worry little guy. It's just one of those things.', Maurice said to his little brother smiling.
Soon Friendly did the same for poor Timothy and gave him a hug too.
'Don't worry we'll help.', Gregory said, putting a paw on Maurice's shoulder.
Friendly helped Timothy by passing him a new clean pair of pull ups from a large pack of them that Maurice had in the tent, in case Timothy or Martin needed a change. They removed the old diaper and placed the new one on, after Timothy had used a sanitation wipe from a pack that was also brought along the trip, Timothy put his new pull ups on without much difficulty.
Poor Martin though needed a bit more attention, Maurice took off the dirty diaper, unleashing the strong odour out even more. Maurice giggled, but he didn't mean it in a nasty way, he was doing it so that his little brother wouldn't be too ashamed or uncomfortable with what happened. 
'Here, we'll take care of the dirty pull ups, while you wipe and change your little brother'., said Ben.
'Yeah, leave the diapers to us.', added Pete.
'Thanks a lot guys, you're the best!', exclaimed Maurice.
Pete was brave enough to take Martin's soiled diaper, while Ben took Timothy's less then soiled diaper and placed both off them into a nearby trash can, in-between the tent and shower block building. The two of them then went inside to wash their paws.
Meanwhile Maurice took a sanitation wipe and began to clean up his brother's bottom with it.
'Wipe the butt. Wipe the butt. Wipe the messy butt clean.', chanted Maurice, as he cleaned up his brother's behind and squeezing his cheeks as he does so, though this was done to make his little brother giggle again. Once he's bottom was clean, Martin was able to put on a new clean pair of pull ups, with Lightning McQueen on them to match the ones that Timothy was wearing. Maurice got rid o the dirty wipes in the trash and washed his paws soon after.
'Now you see why us big kids ask if you need to go to the bathroom.', Friendly said to Timothy and Martin.
'Yeah we know and we're sorry.', Timothy replied, sounding a little sorry for himself.
'Yeah me too.', added Martin.
Friendly just smiled and hugged his little friend and Maurice did the same thing with Martin upon his return from the shower block. Then the whole group shared in a big group hug and stayed that way for a little while as they waited for the tent to air out the odour.
Soon everyone returned to their sleeping bags.
'Next time, I'm sure I can go before bedtime.', Timothy said to Friendly.
'I'm sure you will.', smiled Friendly.
'Thanks again for helping me out big bro.', Martin said, kissing his big brother on the nose.
'Anytime lil' bro.', smiled Maurice, as he playfully shoved his paw beside Martin's butt, that was covered by his sleeping bag.
The gang returned to their slumber and had no other accidents occur during the rest of the peaceful night and into the next morning.

The End.