"Ok your turn, dude," 14 year old Brant said holding out the phone to his 12 year old brother, Jake.

Jake mimicked his older brother's smirk and grabbed the phone from Brant. Swiftly dialing a random combination of numbers, Jake hit the call button and brought the phone up to his ear. And after ringing a few times, the latest sufferer of the brothers' prank calls had answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm calling from City Lights Electric Company regarding your latest payment," Jake said. "It's been over a month and we still haven't received any type of payment under your name."

"But that's impossible. We always pay on time."

"I understand your loyal customers which concerns us regarding your lack of payment. But this is your final notice. You must send us in some form of payment or we're shutting your lights by midnight tonight."

Brant laughed hysterically once Jake clicked the "End" button on the phone.

"Dude, that was awesome!" Brant high-fived his little brother.

"Hard to determine someone's age when they're on the phone, especially when they're pre-teen." Jake shrugged.

"Alright," he held the phone out to Brant, "your turn."

Like Jake, Brant took the phone into his hand and punched in a random set of seven digits and waited for the next person to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm calling to confirm your arrangements for this Friday afternoon?"

"Arrangements? What arrangements?"

"I'm calling from the Grand Ball Room Plaza and Hotel regarding the Emerson party. 150 seats, 147 confirmed guests, our deluxe 'A Night in Paris' package,'" Brant said. "We have your party scheduled from 4PM to 10PM."

"No, you must have the wrong number! There's no way I'd be able to afford that!"

"So, it's settled then? Shall we spare the extra three seats for the three unconfirmed guests?"

"What?! No! Look, just cancel whatever event you may have under this phone number!"

"Ok, ma'am. Thank you so much for your service. From all of us at the Grand Ball Room Plaza Hotel, we're looking especially forward to Mr. Howard's 100 Birthday Celebration! And the cake we're preparing is going to cost you extra. Bye!"

"Dude, 'Mr. Howard'?" Jake questioned. Brant shrugged and said,

"Fancy places are always calling people by 'Mr.', 'Mrs.', or 'Ms.'"

"Are you two seriously making those stupid prank calls again?" Brant and Jake whipped their heads around where the female voice was coming from and saw their 17 year old sister, Lily, standing in the threshold of little brothers' bedroom.

"Get lost, Lily!" Brant dare challenged.

"Man, I cannot wait until Mom comes home and finds out you two have been making prank phone calls. I guess two weeks' worth of grounding with nothing to do but go to school and sleep did nothing for you two?" the 17 year old questioned.

"Just like the two weeks' worth of grounding you got when you snuck into Taylor's older brother's college party?" Brant threw back, smirking.

"Hey at least my idea of a good time doesn't involve harassing people! You know, they track those phone calls, right?"

"They can't. We star-six-seven all of them." Jake smirked thinking he had the edge.

"Yeah, that's what Steven Bailey thought too. Right before they…well, you know."

"Steven Bailey?" Jake wondered as Brant groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Not the Steven Bailey story! Come on, Lily, I didn't even fall for that when I was nine!"

Jake turned to face his brother and asked, "Who's Steven Bailey?"

"He's Lily's imaginary missing person," Brant said.

"Go ahead, Brant, pretend he's not real ALL you want. I wouldn't expect you to remember him anyway. You were still in diapers when he was taken away…"

"Yeah, like there really are phone police. Get real, Lily!"

"Dude, what are you guys talking about?!" Jake demanded to know.

"Why none other than the phone police, Jake," Lily said. "See, everyone who owns a phone there are certain rules that you have to follow. Like, you don't leave the phone off the hook, you don't let it ring too many times, and you don't make stupid prank phone calls. If anyone dare rebel against those rules, then the phone police come and arrest you."

"Yeah, and I'm sure that's what happened to imaginary Steven Bailey!" Brant mocked.

"I'd tell you to go and ask him yourself, Brant, but no one still knows where the phone police took him. But who knows? With the way you've been harassing people through the phone, I'm sure it's only a matter of time before the phone police knock down our front door and take you away. Maybe you'll be thrown in the same dark, old, moldy cell as Steven Bailey." Lily smirked. "I heard the phone police have special cells hidden away just for prank phone callers like you, Jake, and Steven," she added in before walking away and leaving her brothers to lurk into the legend she had just old them.

"Do you really think Steven Bailey got arrested by the phone police?" Jake wondered.

"Hell no! There's no such thing as the phone police! And there never was a kid who lived in this entire city named Steven Bailey!" Brant said. "Lily's just trying to scare you," Brant picked up the phone and handed it over to Jake. And in return, Jake eyed the phone suspiciously, suddenly not so interested in harassing people through anymore phone calls for the night. "Come on, man! Don't tell me you're scared!" Brant accused.

"I'm not!" Jake defended.

"Then why don't you take the phone?" Brant smirked, eye brows raised, and his eyes accusing. How could his 12 year old brother of fallen so hard into a story he himself hadn't believed for a second when he was nine?!

"Because…" Jake looked around the room with his eyes, biting his lower lip. He quickly came up with a lame excuse even he himself wouldn't believe. "I don't have a good prank call in mind. That's why." He was fake satisfied his answer.

"Then just do the refrigerator running one!" Brant said since that was always their go-to prank when they couldn't think of anything else.

Jake sighed and complied. He didn't want to look like a noob in front of his daring older brother. Dialing the number with apprehension, Jake regretfully hit the call button and brought the phone to his ear. "Hi. I-is your refrigerator running…? Um, well, then you'd better go catch it!" He quickly ended the call.

Brant crossed his arms over his chest and look his head. "One word, dude…pathetic. Pa-the-tic!"

"Sorry…" "Look, all that B.S. that Lily was blabbering on about is a lie! There are no phone police! There is no Steven Bailey! And there is no phone jail!"