SCHUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

The Lineup: SCHHUHHHHH!! SCHUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SCHUUUUUUUUUHH!

Fart Factor: SCHUHHH! SCCCCHHUUUUUUUUUUHHHH! SCCCCCCUUHHHHHHHH! SCCCCUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Most Likely Fart Suspect: SCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!

Whoa, Easy There, Bessie.

Here's an unknown but terrifically titled classic western.

The Lineup: An oversized cowboy, his fearless 1:2 scale sidekick, and the nice girl who works at the sundae shop on Miller Street.

Fart Factor: Pretty huge with that title. Man, if it was just that title against the cloud background, I would have already said 20 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: That wasn't a fart. One of the rancher's cows shit outside your bedroom window.

A sour note.

The Lineup:
The high school band plays the fight song, while one member keys up smells in the key of gross.

Fart Factor:
6 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Suspect:
The guy in the back on the xylophone. He looks so sad! If only the sweet plinkety-plink of those keys could drown out his scent. The large redhead looks downright confused, or else is still enjoying the scent of discovery.

And look in the background: the referee even threw a flag!