The purple dragon boy looked up at the chubby raccoon, not caring to return a smile.
"Are you almost done? I need to use the potty" said Timothy
"Nope" said the dragon.
"I need to go!" cried Timothy
"You'll have to wait, training pants" said the dragon, grinning as he watched the raccoon doing a little dance as he struggled to hold himself.
"I'm gonna wet my training pants if you don't hurry up!"
"Not my problem" replied the dragon, grinning more as he saw the wetness indicator on the frustrated raccoon's Pull-Ups fading away.
Timothy felt the front of his training pants getting warm and wet and he sniffled sadly, he knew he had already soaked his Pull-Ups. He turned to the dragon, clumsily stumbling a little as his wet Pull-Ups began to sag between his legs.
"This is your fault!" cried the raccoon, pointing at the stubborn dragon, who still refused to move.
"You should go back to wearing diapers if you can't keep you training pants dry, little 'coon" smirked the dragon, sitting firmly on the potty and crossing his arms.
Timothy turned away and began to cry. It wasn't fair! He'd tried to use the potty and he couldn't! What was he to do now?

Guess pre-school didn't quite go the way Timothy had hoped.