The Ice Bucket Challenge of the Awesome Me
"This is going to be the most awesome ice bucket challenge ever!" Gilbert proudly crowed as he double checked the various preparations he had set up for this particular occasion. In his mind, he played the sequence again.
First, he would turn on the camera and run in front of it in a totally cool manner. Second, he would declare who he is, how he is awesome and how ALS is not awesome. Third, he has to describe ALS in a short way, and then announce who he's going to challenge. Fourth, he will step on that pedal, which will turn on the rocket, which will hit his bedroom window, which will trigger an alarm, which will pull on a log that was supporting an ice-filled bucket. That bucket will fall and douse him in purely cold and not awesome ice and water that mimic what ALS feels like.
And the whole world will see how absolutely hot Gilbert is in a wet look.
Fifth, Gilbert will pick up the bucket and throw it at a button on the wall that triggers the garden hose. The garden hose was unhooked, so it would go crazy and spill two precariously placed buckets of ice on his friends!
It was perfect.
Gilbert blinked as he noticed his friends Roddy and Elizaveta enter the garden. Laughing his signature "Kesesesese" manner, Gilbert told them where to stand. The two were very suspicious, but they obliged, since Gilbert promised to treat them to a night of binge-watching My Little Pony, food and drinks included.
Gilbert clapped his hands excitedly. "Okay, guys! We're ready! In three… two… one…" Gilbert clicked on the camera and ran in front of it.
"Hello, everyone! It's the awesome me, Gilbert, here! I'm doing the ALS ice bucket challenge because it's awesome and I'm awesome and I need to spread how not awesome ALS is. Basically, ALS feels like having a bucket of ice poured on you. This challenge is to spread awareness and ask for donations to the ALS Society. The people I'm challenging are these two idiots!"
And with that, Gilbert stepped on the pedal, ignoring his friends' noises of surprise and protests. He watched the rocket turn on and hit his bedroom window, smashing it and earning a startled yell from his brother Ludwig inside the house. The alarm sounded, the rope was pulled, and the bucket fell.
… but the bucket went off trajectory and splashed water all over the garden instead, hitting all three individuals with cubes of ice and a large volume of ice-cold water.
Gilbert, Roddy, and Elizaveta all shouted in various pitches. Roddy was about to yell some more at Gilbert when one of the two buckets, apparently tilted off-balance by the sudden shower of ice, again doused the three of them in another rainfall of pain.
"Y-y-you b-b-b-lith-th-ther-r-ring i-d-d-iot!" Roddy chattered. "Y-you sh-shs-hould ha-have warned-d us!"
"B-but wh-what's the f-fun in th-that?" Gilbert countered.
Elizaveta took out her trusty frying pan, ready to hit it on Gilbert's head, since words weren't getting through that thick skull. Gilbert saw it and screamed again.
Ludwig, having heard enough screams for the afternoon, irritably opened a window to tell them to keep it down, unknowingly hitting the last bucket and treating himself to a taste of the ALS experience and a bucket on the head.
Everyone was stunned. Gilbert had not been expecting this. Ludwig raised his head and looked at Roddy and Elizaveta. His eyes hardened. Three pairs of murderous eyes locked on Gilbert's shivering form, and he tried to grin amicably, hands raised in the international sign of surrender. Roddy, Elizaveta, and Ludwig each positioned their buckets, and when Gilbert realized what was happening, he turned tail to flee –
Only to drop on the ground because, man, the cold froze his joints!
Needless to say, it was an out-numbered battle.