So...my first Wolves of the Beyond crackfic. I've written one for Mr. Peabody and one for Warriors. You poor things must've been waiting for this forever.
The gnaw wolves were tired of being pranked all the time. It got to the point when they never sat down. Duh, there might be a whoopee cushion there! One day, March 31st, the Whistler had a plan to get everyone back. "Interested?" he asked the others.
"Fire away," said Creakle.
"We take all their whoopee cushions, first of all. Those are not really...you know, honorable."
"And how do we stay hidden?" Heep demanded. "This wouldn't be good for my humble reputation." Faolan rolled his eyes.
"We don't stay hidden," Tearlach told him gently. "That's the point of a prank. You laugh at the suckers who chase a dollar on a thread."
The Whistler nodded approvingly at the explanation. "That's true. Here, Tearlach, have a cupcake."
"Sweet! Literally!"
Heep tossed his head. "If that's the case, do it without me!"
Faolan waved good-bye as he ran away. "Can I have your cupcake?"
"I don't even like cupcakes!" Heep howled as he faded into the distance. Edme gasped.
"For shame," she whimpered. "A wolf that doesn't like cupcakes. I've just lost faith in wolfkind."
Faolan tilted his head. "Anyway...now what?"
"Like Tearlach said. Dollar on a thread. Also, don't forget, offer cupcakes with Brussels sprouts in the middle." The others gasped in shock. Veggie cupcakes? That was the most dastardly prank any wolf could ever play on another.
"It's settled," Creakle said determinedly, before the others could take a breath to speak. "I will roast the sprouts." Tearlach nodded.
"Tell me, Whistler, these cupcakes...chocolate or vanilla?"
"Chocolate," the Whistler replied solemnly.