{Guardian Fun Day}
"JACK! WAKE UP!"
Jack bolted upright in bed, startled.
"What the-?"
"There are two stacks of waffles left, and I am not waiting for you to eat them, no matter what North says!"
"NOOOO! My waffles!" Jack shot out of bed, whizzing past bewildered yetis to the dining room. Just in time to snatch the plate away from Bunnymund's paws.
"I told you it would work." He said to Sandy.
"You tricked me! How could you?" he asked, gasping upon discovery of 13 other plates of waffles. The Pooka smirked in reply.
"I take it that Tooth is sleeping in today?" Sandy nodded in confirmation.
"Excellent. May the biggest stomach win!" And the contest began.
(30 minutes later)
" Good morning!" Chirped Tooth, up and excited. The others attempted to hide their breakfast, but were dismayed to find they could not.
Tooth noticed.
"What are you eating?"
"Spanish Tortillas." They all answered, not looking up and glancing about guiltily.
"O-kay then..."
"I need to go lie down," said Jack abruptly, shoving his chair in and walking away.
"Jaaack!" Tooth said in a singsong voice. He sped up walking towards the door.
"You do know what day it is, right?"
Oh no, Jack thought, I'm doomed.
"It's guardian fun day! And you're coming!"
"No!"
"Please?"
"No."
"Please, Jack? At least look me in the eye and say you won't."
"I know what you're trying to do."
"Just turn around. Candy! Cookies!"
One more step, one more step, Jack chanted to himself. I can make it. He lunges for the doorknob, only to be blocked by Baby Tooth.
"No! No, no, no, not the puppy dog pout!" He swiveled around to see Tooth, sporting an expression identical to Baby Tooth.
"Please?"
"N- o- all right fine! I'm going!" He huffed, folding his arms.
Tooth smiled, satisfied with her work.
Bunny smirked at Jack.
"Can't resist the puppy dog look. I learned that way earlier."
Jack smirked, imagining that.
"I can totally see it happening." He agreed.
"... What?"
"I told you, we're playing paintball."
"Dang it."
Paintball
"You're goin' down, Frosty."
"Quite the contrary, Kangaroo. I'm flying, why are you aiming at the floor?" Dodge, counter, snipe.
"It's called ricochet."
A shriek resonated in the air.
"I'm going to take a safe bet and guess that Tooth is out."
"We'll you're wrong! And just for that, I'm coming to beat snow with fire! Er- paint." She responded.
"You're aim is lousy, North." Jack teased.
"Just wait 'till I get ze real guns."
"Hey, no fair! You can't use extensions for the guns!"
"You asked for it, mate. Now it doesn't matter if he misses." Bunnymund added. Jack's retort was a snowball.
"No powers, Jack."
"If North can upgrade, I can too."
"So we're letting Bunnymund win by using egg bombs?"
"I stand corrected. North, put it away!" More firing continued, each one missing due to quick dodging.
"Well, this is one way to practice." Muttered Bunnymund as he shot at Jack some more.
"Y'know, I think Sandy might be the best of this, 'cuz he's not giving away his location by talking." Jack mused.
"Where is Sandy?" Asked North.
"Found 'im."
"He's sleeping." Jack muttered in disbelief.
Sandy's eyes sprung open, and he shot all of them.
"Aw, c'mon, no fair!"
"The battleground shows no mercy, Jack."
Everyone sighed, walked away, and accepted the fact that Sandy had won at paintball. Again.
"Agh, the bruises," moaned Jack, rubbing at the various sore spots all over his body.
"Paintball? More like Painball."
"But it was so worth it."
"That it was."