Ah! Run away! I'm writing another story! I don't own Star Wars Rebels but I do own this plot(s) and any OCs. PINEAPPLES WILL RULE THE WORLD! XD I also don't own glitter. But in all fairness, NEITHER DOES PRINCE JAI! XP
(Something from Wattpad. Yet again.-_- Opps?)
Also, I typed this all on an ipad. So please bare with me people who read the pineapple note. And everyone else, but if they didn't read the pineapple note, how are they reading this?

Kanan= middle man/POV holder

"Ezra, what are you doing?" I ask as he looked at his Padawan who was crouched outside his room holding one end of a string that was tied at the other end of the door.
"Zeb keeps kicking me out saying I'm 'aggravating him on purpose' and 'won't stop bothering him'" Ezra said, making air quotes with his one hand.

"And we're you?" I ask.
"Maybe.." Ezra responds with an innocent expression.
"Ezra," I say with a warning tone.
"More or less," Ezra says with a smirk.
"I think I gotta agree with Zeb on this one," I comment.

Ezra gasps dramatically. "Your picking HIS side?! I'm wounded!" Ezra yells, clutching his heart and dramatically flopping over.
"Uh-hu, but not wounded enough to miss training." I say, watching Ezra deadpan.

"Fine, give me five minuets." Ezra demands, turning his focus towards the string again to show he isn't training until then, no matter what I do.
"Okay, I'll meet you outside in five. I just gotta go grab my lightsaber." I say, but it's like talking to a wall.

I wonder why he thinks Zeb will be out of his room in the next five minuets? Wishful thinking maybe.
I open the door to my room and walk in just to trip over a string and faceplant into a pie with towering whipped cream.
I had screamed as I fell and I know Ezra, who most definitely set up this prank, had heard it. I heard laughing from down the hall coming from not one, but two people!

Ezra and... Zeb? This whole thing had been a set up!

"Now you know never to take Zeb's side!" Ezra laughed, still crouched, holding the one string when I walked out of my room with whipped cream all over my face.
"Kanan, you got a little something!" Zeb laughed, pointing at my face as he stepped out of his room, just to trip over the string Ezra was still holding and faceplant into a bucket of Sabine's pink paint.

"Why you little..." Zeb yelled as he began to pick himself up.

"Mwahahaha! Never underestimate the best prankster and never pick against his side!" Ezra yelled, still laughing as Zeb and I looked at each other, then back at Ezra.

"Get him," Zeb suggested.
"Yep," I confirmed.
Ezra just stood there smirking for a second before jumping up into a vent and crawling away.

"So, you really picked a side that was against him?" Zeb questioned.
"Yep, did you really yell at him?" I questioned.
"Yep." Zeb responded.

"And do up you both have five seconds to exit the ghost before you are covered in glitter that will stick to your paint and whipped cream?" A third voice sounded from above, "YEP!" Ezra yelled cheerfully.

"Run?" Zeb said.
"RUN!" I yelled in a confirming manor.

"5... 4... 3..." Ezra was counting down in a monotone voice, "2..." We had only reached the storage room, there was no way we were going to make it unless we sprinted.
"1..." Ezra said, traces of joy in his voice.

Zeb and I sprinted to the side of the now opened ramp and threw ourselves out as Ezra shouted "Zero!"

Zeb and I had expected to be safe. What we had not expected was HERA and SABINE waiting outside to throw glitter on us as we jumped onto the grass, which also stuck to us.

"Best," Sabine began, beaming and holding a cup of glitter still.

"Prank," Hera continued, smirking and snapping a photo.

"Ever," Ezra appeared from the non glitter filled ghost, smiling proudly.

Oh wow. I just wrote that. The crazy pranks and side picking will be continued! Ezra was the mastermind behind the prank! XD PINEAPPLES FOR EVERYONE! Yay! Now Zeb and Kanan are whipped-cream or paint filled glittery, grassy, beings. Yep, that makes sence. The reasoning behind this prank will be revealed soon! Until then. PINEAPPLES!