He slid swiftly out of bed, taking care not to be too loud. Heaven forbid that Papyrus should wake up to the sound of pattering feet and the muffled sounds of Sans' deep, infectious laughter.

Sans had a perfectly good reason to be laughing, anyway. Today was the one day of the year that he put any effort into, besides Pap's birthday.

April Fools!

The one day of the year that made any prank, even the drop-dead worst, passable with those two words.

Snickering to himself, Sans padded down to the kitchen, carefully opening one of the cupboards. Over the months leading up to the special day, he had stocked up an impressive amount of trick goodies; from the loudest and vilest whoopee cushions, rolls of saran wrap (which could be surprisingly useful for a variety of mischief), containers filled with hot sauce, ketchup and fake blood, small spray bottles brimming with a fascinating thing called "Liquid Ass" (do not try at home), soap bars, various fruit peels, a couple of bones that the strange little white dog sometimes stole from them, greenish slime, a variety of plastic critters and zillions more, all tucked away behind a bunch of dusty, broken kitchen appliances that Papyrus kept in the hope that he would someday remember to ask Alphys to fix them all.

Perusing his sizable collection, he decided to start simple. Sans grabbed a roll of the shiny saran wrap and silently climbed the stairs back to Papyrus' room, shaking with laughter.

Stretching the gigantic roll from one end of the door frame to the other, he continued in a zigzagging fashion until a shining curtain of plastic covered the entrance to the poor skelebro's room. Knowing Papyrus, the overzealous, lanky skeleton would likely dash out the door without a second thought and end up hopelessly entangled in a plethora of plastic wrap. Just to top it off, he also placed a couple of banana peels on the ground to trip Papyrus up as he would try to fight his way out of the death trap of a door. Sans almost felt sorry for him, but brushed it off. Papyrus wasn't an exception to his shenanigans, and he proved this every day by plaguing him with an endless barrage of terrible puns and excruciatingly awful jokes. However, Papyrus was coming close to developing an immunity to them. Almost.

Sans stepped back and admired his handiwork for a moment, feeling quite proud of himself, even if he had just simply stuck a swath of plastic onto a door frame. A prank was a prank, and what mattered was the reaction and the outcome. And he was sure that the reaction he was going to get out of Papyrus was going to be priceless, with a capital "p".

Chuckling quietly to himself, Sans strolled down to the kitchen and heated up a little water, wanting a good cuppa to start his day. He riffled through piles of Papyrus' cooking ingredients (some of which included expired tomato sauce and broken dry pasta) and finally managed to unearth a bag of coffee grounds. Dumping some into a mug, he spooned in some sugar and took the kettle off the stove, which was currently emitting puffs of steam and whining a little. Sans carefully poured the hot water into the mug, stirring it with a spoon slowly.

As he drank his (black) coffee, Sans stared out the window of his and Papyrus' little home. Small shafts of sunlight shone in the glass windows, and the sky was tickled with little streaks of baby pinks and soft yellows. Only then did Sans realize how early he had woken up. It seemed like almost a criminal offense in Sans' book: waking up early. He couldn't believe himself, but then again, it was April Fools', and therefore an occasion worshiped by Sans.

"GOOD MORNING, MY DEAR BROTHER- NYEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

There was a great deal of indignant "nyeh"s, the sound of clattering bones, shrieks of shock and cries of "SAAAAAAAAAANS!" as the poor skeleton was waylaid by a web of saran wrap, rows of neatly placed bananas, and his long and clumsy limbs.

Sans doubled over in laughter as his helpless brother tumbled blindly down the stairs and finally bounced to a stop in their now-wrecked kitchen, sprawling in rotten banana peels and torn-up pieces of the plastic Sans had stuck in his door, not to mention the piles of broken dry pasta strewn across the floor after Papyrus' spectacular fall. Papyrus wailed comically as he struggled to drag himself up, but to no avail. The wrap had pretty much tangled his legs together and held fast despite his best efforts, not to mention the stray banana peels stuck on his skull.

"S-SANS..." whined Papyrus, obviously resigned and more than a little annoyed. "PLEASE ASSIST ME IN REMOVING MY UNYIELDING BODY FROM THIS MONSTROSITY."

Sans grinned mischievously and strolled off. "april fools, bro."

One down, plenty more to go.

A/N: The female author in her natural habitat sneaks around in her Works section of her Wattpad account, seeking the rare thing called "the unfinished story"...

Yeah, and that's how I got this one. Whoopee Cushions was meant to languish for all eternity in a sloppy, badly-written outline after I missed April Fools, since I wanted this out by then. The original story was supposed to be a hell lot bigger than this, but I decided to cut it short and let you guys imagine what other shenanigans continue from there.

Anyway, hope you all liked this (very) short story! I wanted to give you a little something since you guys must be itching for the new chap of The Gourmet... PUT THAT AWAY, IT'S COMING, OKAY? Just wait till next Tuesday, gosh...

Love you all,

Meikai