Come on, Matthew!" Alfred said as his excited laughter filled the air.
"B-but I'm afraid we'll get in trouble." He said, a little timid.
"Dude, don't worry. I doubt well get in trouble." Alfred said positively.
"I-If you say so." Matthew said.
"Okay, now. you have to throw one of these three things to win."
One looked like a really expensive vase the other looked like a cuckoo clock. The last one was a tea cup from Arthur's mother, and the plate had a rose on the bottom of it.
Matthew looked a little shocked. "This is dad's special cup! He'll be really mad if we break it!"
Alfred looked at the scared little Matthew. "Dude, we'll have soft balls and pillows. It'll be fine!"
Matthew sighed. He was so used to his brothers plans, even though they had gotten him in trouble more than once. "Okay, fine." He sighed.
Alfred smiled. "That's the spirit!"
Alfred grabbed the baseball, hit it with the teacup and it smashed on the ground. "Well, that happened." Alfred said.
Matthew panicked and heard the sound of keys opening the door. "Alfred! Matthew!" Francis called.
"We brought you some-"
Arthur trailed off when he saw the broken teacup, and saw Matthew holding the ball with a glass shard on it.