Hey guys! Wishing For A Myracle here. My friend, A Lovely Dream, and I have decided that we are going to work on a story or two together using my account. This is our first. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: okay, I am only going to do this once for this story. We do not own any of the characters in this story. We do however own the plot, so back off

Emmett Gets a Net-Gun

By: Wishing For A Myracle (Kathryn)

Emmett walked to the counter of his favorite prank store.

"Yo Joe, got anything new?" he asked.

"My name is Frank," the man at the counter replied.

"Whatever."

Frank sighed. "Well, we just got a new truckload of stuff. Our best by far is the net-gun."

"Net-gun?" Emmett asked, interested.

"Yup. Pull the trigger-thingy and you shoot nets at people. I don't know what you'll do with it, but you're creative, I'm sure you can come up with something…"

"I'LL TAKE ONE!!!!"

THE NEXT DAY

Bella was sitting on the kitchen counter eating some sort of sugary cereal; Edward was saying something about college options for Bella. Emmett ran into the room.

"YOU STOLE THE COOKIE FROM THE COOKIE JAR!" he shouted, and shot his net-gun, capturing Edward and causing Bella to drop her bowl of cereal.

"EMMETT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!" Edward shouted as Emmett ran into his room to plot his next move. He was quickly distracted by something shiny. Not five minutes later, Carlisle came into Emmett's room, no doubt to yell at him for net-gunning his brother.

The Moment Carlisle stepped through the door, Emmett screamed and fired his net-gun, then he jumped out the window.

"EMMETT!" Carlisle shouted, still struggling with the net.

Emmett ran as fast as he could away from the house. He didn't get very far though, he ran straight into a tree…then he net-gunned it.

Esme leaned out the door. "Emmett, come back here," she called

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" he screamed, firing his net-gun once again, but it was out of nets, "shit…"

After Carlisle dragged Emmett back into the house; Carlisle called a family meeting. "Emmett," he said, "You have a problem."

"I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM!" he shouted.

Carlisle sighed. "Your grounded."

"Yeah," Rosalie agreed, "No sex for a month."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"Emmett's scream lasted for a whole five minutes.

"Damn," said Bella, "It's a good thing you don't have to breathe…