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A/N: For my Holiday Disaster challenge. It takes place a few years before the books - it's the Weasley clan, Fred and George are ten, and anything is possible!
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"Fred! George! What do you think you're DOING?" Molly Weasley was having something of a panic attack. ONE MORE CHRISTMAS and then the twins would be at school and, if she was lucky, there over the holidays. Unfortunantely for her, that was still a year away.
"It's something we saw on Muggle television," Fred called. "It seemed to involve a tree, but we've combined it with a speed-trap so it might work even better."
Molly did a double take. The boys had apparently broken their standard no-one-gets-hurt-and-nothing-gets-stolen code and 'borrowed' a speed-trap from the local police. This, in turn, was hooked up to an odd-looking piece of equipment that looked vaguely like a detonator... Oh screw that, it WAS a detonator! "That ensemble had better be down in five minutes and the speed-trap back to wherever you got it in twenty, or you're not having the plum pudding."
"Fine," Fred yelled, "we'll take it down in five minutes."
Several of those minutes passed, until George brought up the courage to ask, "What happens if a car comes?"
"We die," Fred said automatically.