1st April 2013 Monday

Day 91

Happy April fool's day! Hope you all had a good laugh or two, and that they'll continue today. This is the month in 10's, basically there are three separate parts in this month, all containing 10 chapters (except today is a one-shot for the holiday). Not really much main story, at least not what I planned last year.

Image for February has been chosen, the winner is COL, congrats! Don't forget entries for March and now April.

Disclaimer: This is the four month anniversary since I started this, surely I don't have to repeat myself.

From under his comforter, the frog boy chilled slightly at the cold temperature of the room. He turned around begrudgingly, pulling the blanket closer to his chin.

Why was it so cold? The weather had been gorgeous all day thanks to Jenny's weather control machine, so unless there was a malfunction, the room should've stayed warm. The boy brought his hand up to his eye as he rubbed them awake…and that's when it started.

"What the-" Tung held his hand away from his face, staring at it in confusion through his one good eye. His hand held a large dollop of whipped cream, most of which was now covering his eye. Using his other hand, he wiped the cream from his view, licking it up with his giant tongue.

"But how did-" he was cut off from voicing his thoughts when he noticed the bug boy standing at the foot of his bed, a video camera floating behind him.

"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted with a gleaming smile. Tung, still half asleep, looked up at the pilot with a confused expression.

"Zap, what's going on?" he mumbled softly, sitting up in his bed.

"Happy April fools," he beamed, gesturing out his arms. The sly smile grew on Tung's lips also. This had been a tradition ever since Zap had pulled his first prank on Tung and Dex had declared that there would be no more practical jokes. Finally it was settled that one day of the year could be set aside for "childish games", as Jenny put it, for the boys to let off some energy and play pranks on each other, as long as it was civilised.

And with one point to Zap already, it was game on.

"I hope you're ready for today Zap," Tung smiled smugly while flicking the cream off his fingers. Zap merely raised an eyebrow. "I've been working on my pranks for 3 months."

"Oh yeah," he replied in a challenging tone. "Well I've been planning my pranks for six months."

"Bring it on, dude," Tung dared, leaping out of his bed. He had no idea why he felt the cold floor under his chin as soon as he tried to get out of the bed, but when he looked back to his foot he could see why. A length of rope had been tied to his foot, only short enough to get Tung out of bed but not standing up. Zap burst out in laugher.

"Oh my God," he gasped, facing the little video camera. "Did you get that?"

With a fist pump of happiness in to the air, Zap left the frog boy's room with a skip in his step. "Zap; two, Tung; zero."

Tung walked down the hall in a slow, thoughtful pace. He wasn't going to lie; he had kind of forgotten about April fool's day and so he was completely unprepared for his attacks on Zap. He stopped in his tracks as the thinking became intense.

"What I need," he thought slowly. "Is a distraction."

Unfortunately for the tracker with his gullible mind, a small sign taped to an adjacent door ironically distracted him from his thoughts of distraction.

"Free pie," he read curiously, rolling his eyes at the words. "Yeah nice try Zap. That's the oldest trick in the book."

He lifted his nose in the air, the smell of banana cream filling his nostrils. "Well, it does smell like a pie is in there."

He held a small hand towards the handle, before retracting it quickly. "No, no I'm better than that," the smell grew stronger and Tung's mouth began to drool with the scent.

"If I'm really careful," he stepped forward, opening the door a slight crack. "Then I can grab it and run-" he stopped once he felt the full force of the pie smack right in to the centre of his face. His mood dropped entirely when his eyes spied the video camera once again.

"Darn it," he moaned, scuffing his foot on the ground in frustration. From overhead, he heard Zap's voice laugh through the system.

"Zap; three, Tung; zilch."

Using his tongue, the tracker was able to quickly remove the evidence of the pie from his face in one quick circle. It was back to the smart-board for him, he was determined to hit Zap before the day was out. The only question was…how?

Tung was in the kitchen, watching as Bream mixed a cake while he made his own. The only difference was that Bream's was made of chocolate, however Tung took the "mud cake" meaning a little too seriously.

"How long have you two been playing these games?" she asked softly, placing their cakes in the oven.

"Since Zap joined us," he explained, taking off his pink apron. "It's been fun, like having a brother, but I have to make sure I get him back before the day is up. Can you help me?"

"I'm sorry," she apologised while pulling out the cakes. God bless the improvements of thirty first century technology. "We didn't exactly pull pranks on each other back home."

He slumped in his chair, immediately sitting up once he saw Zap enter the room. "Hey, what are you making?"

"I've made a chocolate cake for Tung. He's feeling a little sad that you're winning," she explained in a whisper, Tung interrupting as he pushed through to cut a slice.

"Am not," he shouted gruffly, placing slices on different plates. To his surprise, Zap picked up one.

"Oh dude," he cooed in sympathy, biting off a huge mouthful. "Don't be so down. You can still beat me if you manage to pull off four perfect pranks, but good luck with that."

His chewing began to slow down as his taste buds registered what was in his mouth. Recognising this, Tung gazed down to his cake, noticing a triangle piece missing. He tried to contain his smile as he looked back up to the pilot.

"What's in this?" he questioned, chewing with his mouth open. Bream gasped when she realised what had happened. "What?"

"That's not my chocolate cake," she began, looking very empathetically at the bug boy. Zap looked down at Tung, who was beaming up at him.

"That's my mud cake," he declared in a regal whisper. Processing the words, Zap ran to the nearest sink and spat out the contents of his mouth, quickly gurgling a glass of water.

"April fools," he shouted. To his surprise, Bream said it in unison with him. Zap nodded solemnly before pointing his finger towards Tung, then pointing his index finger up, indicating he had one point. He walked out of the room with the little pride he had, before Bream and Tung burst out in laughter.

"And that's how you pull a prank," the frog girl beamed happily as she began to tend to the cakes. Tung stared in awe at her, his eyes sparkling.

"I underestimated you."

He had worked on this all day, and with the help of Bream, Tung finally had the perfect prank to pull on Zap; all he needed was the hologram projector and the perfect hiding spot for the best view.

"Oh Zap!" the pilot stopped what he was doing when he heard Jenny's call. Without a second thought, he sprinted down the hall, finding her standing in front of the maintenance cupboard.

"Hey, what's up?" he acted coolly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I need some help with these," she pointed to the buckets resting at her feet, each holding a large and heavy-looking amount of building tools. With a small smile, he happily pulled the buckets up effortlessly.

"Thank you so much," she murmured softly, stepping closer to him. Zap could feel his eyes widen. "I always forget how strong you are and how smart, and how handsome-"

Zap's head flicked up to her gaze while Jenny lightly touched her hands to her mouth. "Oh, have I said too much?"

"No," he muttered accidentally, placing the buckets back down on the floor. "Jenny, there's something I've been wanting to say for a while."

"Then say it," she took another step closer to him. He began to stammer under the pressure. The pilot opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by someone walking down the hall.

"Zap?" Jenny questioned, looking between the bug boy and Jenny. Zap flicked his head between the two, looking absolutely confused.

"Um,"

"You were about to declare your undying love for me," the clone he was just talking to decided to speak up. Jenny's eyes grew wide at the words.

"Ok, that's my queue to leave," she spoke awkwardly, turning down a different hallway. Zap moved his head to the other Jenny, his eyebrow raised as high as he could move it. Slowly, the Jenny began to dissolve in a cluster of pixels.

"What the-"

"April fools!" Tung shouted happily as he jumped out from his hiding spot. Zap, who still held a "deer in headlights" expression, looked towards the tracker.

"What?" was the only word he managed to squeak out. Tung strolled up to the pilot smugly.

"I'll tell you what; I just scored a 2 pointer by having the hologram trick you and embarrass you in front of Jenny in one hit. It's a tie, buddy," he snarled slyly. Zap bent down to his level, nodding in agreement.

"Fine, it's a tie," he rolled his eyes as the words left his mouth. "So I suppose no one wins this year."

"Yeah, but it was a good year," Tung sighed happily, holding out his hand. "Put her there, dude."

Zap was about to shake the frog boy's hand, when instead he grabbed the back of it and turned it over. A little red zapper was hidden in the crevice of his hand, Zap laughing at the sight.

"Nice try, man," he spoke sarcastically, shaking the frog's other hand. A shiver of electricity ran up his arm and down his spine.

Tung held up both his hands, a little red buzzer evident on both. "Rookie mistake man," he announced while walking away backwards. "You always put two buzzers on in case the first doesn't work."

And Tung is the winner. Again, happy April fool's and happy voyage in to the new month. Don't forget that life can get in the way of this but don't panic, there will be a chapter everyday…eventually…it just might not be posted on that day. R&R!